"Ye Chen, what are you doing?"
Ye Chen had suddenly pinched Hancock, making her cry out in pain. He whispered a few words in her ear, and only then did she play along and cry out a few more times.
But Hancock's cries stirred something in him. Ye Chen felt weak in the knees; her voice was far too lovely.
Forcing himself to calm down, Ye Chen went over to Saint Adams. The man's face had turned purple, his features twisted with pain until he looked like a vengeful ghost.
Ye Chen kicked him and cried out as if in agony, "Ow, it hurts! Help..."
Ye Chen pressed his mute acupoint too, then deliberately burned him hard with the branding iron before heading toward the western stone wall.
The closer he got, the more certain he became that powerful Beasts were held behind it. If he let them into the prison, he could use the chaos to steal the keys to the Collars worn by Hancock and her two sisters, then get them out of this damned place.
"What do we do now? Are we escaping?"
After crying out a few more times, Hancock turned toward Ye Chen. He was walking toward the western wall without answering her, so she warned him, "Are you trying to cause a disturbance? What if they detonate our Collars?"
There was no time to waste. Ye Chen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and prayed, It has to work this time!
Though he had learned Armament Haki, Ye Chen had yet to master it.
He could not summon it every time.
Ye Chen bent sharply at the waist and shouted. He drew back both fists, gathering every ounce of strength into his knuckles. His bones crackled like popping beans, veins stood out along