"Hahaha! Didn't expect this, did you? Hu Hansan is back!"
At the sight of that familiar prison cell, Loa couldn't help striking a grand pose and shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Enough talk. You're back, so get in there!"
The speaker was Garp. After jinxing everyone and becoming an accomplice of sorts, he had volunteered to Sengoku to lock Loa up himself this time.
With that, Garp planted a foot on Loa's backside and kicked him into the cell.
Once Loa was locked up again, the usually careless Garp grew uncharacteristically vigilant. He circled the cell, inspecting it from every angle and sweeping the area with Observation Haki.
Loa just sat there and watched the show.
What was there to inspect? They had only patched the damaged spots and replaced the broken bars.
Even if they rebuilt every wall out of solid Seastone, he could still find a way out. Garp's vigilance was completely pointless.
Still, the old man could do whatever made him happy. Loa reclined in a comfortable chair, picked up the Juice Barrel beside him, and read while sipping his drink. The lights were bright, the juice was delicious, and nothing about him suggested he had come to serve time.
Loa had fought hard for those comforts. If they wanted to lock him up for six months, they had to maintain his standard of living. Otherwise, he wouldn't play along!
After considering what might happen if Loa decided to "throw a tantrum," Sengoku hesitated for a long time before agreeing.
At last, Garp finished his inspection. He paced over to the cell, chin in hand.
"Hmm. There shouldn't be any problems now."
"Well? Anything that needs improving? Think the space is too small? I told Fleet Admiral Sengoku this cell needed work."
"Get lost, you