A few minutes earlier.
Just as Toriko's group encountered the Vice Director.
Deep within Gourmet Prison Hive, inside a cell no detector could ever find, was where Zebra was being held.
At that moment, an exceptionally burly, nearly naked man sat cross-legged on the floor. His arms and legs were tightly shackled, connected to four massive iron chains. The chains were so thick and heavy that they looked less like restraints for a human and more like equipment used to secure a giant cruise ship's anchor.
He had a sharp crop of rose-red hair, while all sorts of scars covered his bronze skin.
But the most striking thing about him—
was the savage gash on the left side of his face.
The torn wound started at the corner of his mouth and stretched almost all the way to his ear, exposing his sharp teeth and crimson gums.
This was clearly Zebra.
Though several enormous chains bound him in place,
he was unexpectedly full of vigor, glaring fiercely at the person in front of him.
"You... are the guy Toriko mentioned before?"
Zebra sat cross-legged on the ground, his expression terrifying, as though he might pounce and devour someone at any moment. An ominous blood-red aura radiated from his entire body. "The old man didn't want to let me out of prison... he wanted this smug bastard to discipline me instead? Hm?"
"Hehehe, Zebra..."
As for Fang Mo, he was holding a smooth reddish-brown wooden stick and sitting on a white plastic sidewalk restaurant chair with a smile. "You can start begging for mercy now."
"Me?"
Zebra seemed to freeze for a moment. "...Beg for mercy?"
"What else?"
Fang Mo spoke matter-of-factly. "I actually appreciate you. So if you improve your attitude a little, it wouldn't be impossible for me to