Blackbeard's eyes were bloodshot, filled with utter madness. He let out a low, hoarse roar. "Even if I die, I won't let you off easy!"
"Is that so? I already knew all that. It's nothing but the impotent barking of a loser." An icy voice rang out beside Blackbeard's ear.
Dawn tilted his head, his expression indifferent and calm. "From the moment I saw through your plan, the only thing waiting ahead for you was death. Just like him."
Jesus Burgess's burly body was now like a broken doll in Dawn's grip. As his words fell, Dawn casually tossed him before Blackbeard.
Dawn said nonchalantly, "Here. Your little partner."
Seeing Jesus Burgess's miserable death before him, the brutal scene of Dawn killing Jesus Burgess with that "man-crushing embrace" kept replaying in Blackbeard's mind.
Dawn's words were like a merciless blade piercing Blackbeard's nearly crazed heart. Deep helplessness and endless humiliation flooded his chest.
If Blackbeard had known that saying, he surely would have shouted something like, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—don't look down on a poor middle-aged man." Unfortunately, he did not know it, nor did he have the chance.
Dawn would never give him a chance to leave Impel Down.
Blackbeard had no intention of fleeing either. Just as he had said, even if he died, he would bite a chunk of flesh off Dawn and make sure his opponent did not get off easy.
From his high spirits after obtaining the Dark-Dark Fruit and plotting to become one of the Shichibukai, to having every crew member who had stormed Impel Down wiped out, the shift in his mentality had come far too quickly. Blackbeard felt like his mind was about to explode.
Dawn's merciless words, in particular, were like a kick