"Hm? So you came after all. I knew you would."
Onigumo tried to stand a little straighter. As a Vice Admiral from Headquarters, he did not want Ye Chen to see him in such a wretched state. He met Ye Chen's gaze head-on, his eyes fixed on him, while the index finger of his right hand quietly felt for the detonator on his arm.
Ye Chen was powerful, and he had become a Shichibukai, but the Bomb on Onigumo was no ordinary explosive. It had been specially modified. Once detonated, it would blow the entire warship to pieces.
"Ah, Onigumo. You're in a sorry state." Ye Chen chuckled. "But I'm sure this was the Celestial Dragons' order. Just as I expected, someone had to answer for their deaths. You and Smoker were bound to bear the brunt of their anger."
Onigumo was covered in blood and barely alive after his ordeal. The once iron-hard man seemed to have aged years in an instant. Even the murderous aura that usually radiated from him had vanished.
Smoker, who had followed Ye Chen aboard, was even more shaken than Ye Chen. He had never imagined that even Vice Admiral Onigumo would be treated this way. When he thought of what might have happened to him, bitterness welled up inside him.
If Ye Chen hadn't rescued me from the Holy Land, the best I could have hoped for was to end up like Onigumo—locked in Impel Down, enduring torture in darkness for the rest of my life. Otherwise, they'd have simply killed me.
"Did you come to mock me?"
Onigumo's finger had reached the switch, but he did not press it yet. He wanted Ye Chen to come closer. Then he would have a better chance of killing him in the blast.
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