"Hmm? Listen. What's that sound?"
The cannon fire outside Impel Down shook the heavens and earth. It could be heard from far away, especially by the prisoners on the upper two levels.
"Is that... Could God have sent someone to rescue me?"
While everyone else tried to guess what was happening outside, Buggy stroked his chin and grinned with boundless optimism. "That's right! It must be! How could the great Buggy, who's destined to become the Pirate King, stay locked up in a place like this?"
When Buggy had been brought in, the guards had overlooked the fact that he had a Devil Fruit power. He had slipped through the cracks and been imprisoned on Level Two, the Beast Hell.
The cannon fire outside grew louder and louder. To Buggy, it sounded wonderful, like a celebratory salute welcoming him to freedom.
Buggy sprang up and strode to the iron cell door. Then, as if performing a magic trick, he split his body apart and slipped through with ease.
"Ah... You bastard! You could do that all along?"
The other prisoners in his cell stared at him, dumbfounded and burning with envy.
Someone pleaded, "Buggy, for old times' sake, let us out too! We'll repay you!"
"I'll be grateful too!"
"Buggy, I'll forget about you stealing my bread yesterday. Just get us the keys, please!"
They pinned all their hopes on Buggy and gazed at him so pitifully they were nearly on their knees.
Buggy curled his lip, tossed his head, and snorted. "Who are you people? Do I know you? Don't act like we're friends, you idiots. You're on your own."
He even turned his backside toward them and gave it a few deliberate shakes. Then he pulled a smug face and sauntered away.
"What a rotten bastard! I hope