Crocodile felt the pain on his face. It hurt terribly, yet he was even happier inside, the smile on his face growing brighter. "Hahaha...!" He kept laughing loudly.
Bang...! Bang...!
"I'll make you laugh! You're nothing but a pirate, so laugh again if you dare!" The Navy Headquarters Vice Admiral kept violently beating Crocodile. This was a violation of military discipline—using violence against a prisoner.
Smack...! Just as the Navy Headquarters Vice Admiral was about to continue beating Crocodile, another Vice Admiral stopped him and grabbed his arm.
"Enough! Stop hitting him. There's no point in beating him any further here. It'll only make him think we're feeling guilty and play right into his hands. It's about time to take him aboard and escort him back to Impel Down," the Navy Vice Admiral said.
The Navy Vice Admiral who had been beating Crocodile saw the mocking look and smile on Crocodile's face. He truly wanted to kill Crocodile with a single slash. Damn pirate.
Very soon, the five men had someone bring Crocodile out of the room. When Crocodile appeared on the streets, Rapeseed Flower City was deathly silent. One Navy Vice Admiral led the way, with two at Crocodile's front and two behind him. Ordinary people would never receive such treatment.
Of course, it was not those five men who left everyone speechless, but the man tied up before them, his face covered in wounds yet still smiling—Crocodile. Once this country's Guardian God, he was a Great Pirate who had plotted to seize the nation, a vile criminal.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"...
No one knew who started it, but everyone began shouting. Especially the common people of this country—the suffering they had endured had all been brought about by this man. War and drought had