Impel Down: Beep beep, unable to communicate / Impel Down: A certain Lin wanted to keep a low profile

After a brief pause, Garp continued, "And then there's Whitebeard. You're something else, kid, even making friends with him. Whitebeard values loyalty and friendship immensely. If you're on good terms, he'll definitely come save you, provided he can make it in time. If he really comes, a major battle will be inevitable. You're not a child anymore. You should understand that if war breaks out, both sides will suffer heavy losses, whoever wins."

"And?" Lin Mo said indifferently. "What does that have to do with me?"

Garp froze, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha! You little brat, you really act like none of this concerns you. If the Marines end up fighting one of the Four Emperors, you'll be the spark that sets it off. Lin Mo, tell me honestly, what exactly did you come to Impel Down for? I don't believe you really came here to experience prison life. If you're trying to rescue someone, you can tell me."

"No," Lin Mo flatly denied it. "I'm just here for fun."

"Fun? In a prison cell? Give me a break. You think you can fool me with that?" Disbelief covered Garp's face.

Lin Mo chuckled. "Believe what you want."

Garp scratched his head in frustration. "You really are a stubborn little brat. Then let me ask something else. What's the background of that person on your ship called Little White? There's something strange about him."

Instead of answering Garp's question, Lin Mo asked one of his own. "How's that grandson you mentioned before?"

Garp asked in surprise, "Well, this is rare. You're actually interested in someone else's business. My grandsons are doing great, of course. What, do you want to meet them? I'm taking leave next month anyway. Why don't you come to the East Blue with me? I don't care