"Gaia!"
"Damn Golden Emperor!"
"The Richest Group is asking for trouble!"
By now, Impel Down had returned to calm.
Kong, Sengoku, Garp, and the others stood on the first floor, staring at the passage leading straight down to Infinite Hell. Navy officers filled the area around them, all of them having rushed over from Loguetown.
But in the end, they were too late.
The criminals who hadn't escaped were all insignificant nobodies.
The criminals who inspired fear had already fled.
Like Golden Lion, who had left Marineford with a huge shadow that still hadn't been fully repaired.
Like Lone Red, who had killed Celestial Dragons and nearly taken out the Fleet Admiral.
Like World Destroyer.
Kong could feel his blood pressure rising!
The Golden Emperor just kept causing one outrage after another. He deserved to be torn limb from limb—every last thing he'd done was appalling!
He was nothing less than a cancer on this world.
It was too much.
Kong had never hated anyone so much—not even close to this level of disgust.
"Find me the exact location of Gold City."
Kong's voice was hoarse, and he could barely keep his temper in check. He'd decided to send every member of the Richest Group to their deaths—and have them publicly executed, just like Gold Roger.
As long as that man kept running wild across the seas, it would be an insult to Kong's time as Fleet Admiral.
If he didn't get rid of that troublemaker, he'd never be able to rest easy for the rest of his life.
"Extra! Extra!"
"Golden Emperor attacks Impel Down, the world's greatest prison!"
"The world's greatest prison, hailed as an impregnable fortress, had never been successfully invaded in centuries. Now it has fallen to the Golden Emperor!"
"The myth of the world's greatest