Heavy-Security Prison and Minimum-Security Prison!

Inside the Warden's office of Impel Down.

Several of the chief officials of this so-called "Sea Star World's largest prison" had gathered here to enjoy the rare midday break.

Because this was the only room on the fourth underground level, Blazing Hell, that had air conditioning.

And as the Warden's office, it was spacious enough.

Thus, Columbus could only helplessly let them wander back and forth in front of him at this time every day.

After four years of hard work, Gecko Moria had risen from a lowly prison guard to Deputy Chief Warden.

Dressed in an off-white uniform, his nearly seven-meter-tall body completely crushed the red sofa beneath him as he groaned in pain.

It had to be said, Moria seemed to have put on quite a bit of weight.

On the coffee table before him sat a bottle of red wine that was expensive even in the outside world.

Beside it was a plate of raw Sea King meat slices, freshly butchered from the deep sea by the "sea gorillas."

Sitting across from Moria was his immediate superior.

Taklama, the "Slave King" whom Dragon had personally defeated and captured back then, had earned the World Government's attention due to the Pet-Pet Fruit's abilities.

He was now the Chief Warden here.

On the coffee table beside him sat a bottle of whiskey filled with pale yellow liquor, along with a plate holding pale blue cheese and slices of ham.

Yet from the way their gazes occasionally clashed.

Moria, swirling a wineglass in his hand, clearly had little respect for his superior.

And Taklama's eyes were likewise filled with disdain when he looked at the other man.

This made the atmosphere in the room rather strange.

Warden Columbus, seated behind the desk, had long since grown accustomed to it.

He