Perona looked up toward the Prison cell door. At some point, a young man had appeared outside. Wisps of smoke still rose from his right index finger, like the barrel of a gun that had just fired.
"Ah... Who are you?"
Black Bear howled in pain. The muscles in his face twisted into a frightening grimace.
"Ghost Hand Ye Chen!"
Ye Chen's reply was cold. Thank goodness he had arrived in time. If he had been even a moment later, he dreaded to think what might have happened.
Turning back, Ye Chen waved to Hannibal. "Open the cell door. Now."
"Yes, Brother Chen!"
Hannibal saw Ye Chen's fury and the terrifying chill in his face. He didn't dare refuse. Even he found it strange: the force Ye Chen had unleashed for that brief instant had made him as meek as a servant. Without a second thought, he bowed and agreed.
Even if Ye Chen hadn't had anything to hold over him, Hannibal would have done the same. Ye Chen's presence had completely cowed him.
For Ye Chen possessed more than killing intent. He had the qualities of a king—Conqueror's Haki!
The moment the cell door opened, Ye Chen strode in. He reached Black Bear in a few quick steps and, before the man could get up, drove his right foot hard between his legs.
Then Ye Chen flicked his finger again and again, sending out streaks of white light like a machine gun spraying bullets. Pfft, pfft, pfft... One Yang Finger struck in rapid succession. In the blink of an eye, Black Bear was riddled with holes. He howled in pain, making a noise ten thousand times worse than a pig being slaughtered.
Every prisoner in the Prison stared in disbelief. Even the inmates in the neighboring Prison cells stood