Clatter!
Heavy shackles clanked, followed by the loud gulping of liquid. Even seated cross-legged, the towering figure was as tall as an ordinary person.
His Adam's apple rose and fell like waves on the sea, a display of sheer, vigorous strength.
In mere moments, he drained an entire jar of liquor.
Drip!
A drop of liquor fell to the floor with a crisp sound, splashing apart.
Then the figure seated in the enormous cage ahead set the jar on the floor with a dull thud.
"Gurarararara!"
"Kid Hannyabal, I told you to get me some specialty liquor from the East Blue, and every day you gave me excuses about wind and rain."
"Now you finally bring some, and it's from the North Blue!"
"Do you even know anything about liquor, kid? Have you ever been to the North Blue?"
"Go get me another jar—an East Blue specialty!"
His words were utterly blunt, brimming with authority and an oppressive force.
Standing behind them, Hannyabal immediately broke into a cold sweat and stiffened.
Xia Le turned his head and gave him a look with the faintest hint of a smile.
"I'm doomed!"
"I've been treating a pirate so well! Now that the Fleet Admiral knows, will he strip me of my position?"
Hannyabal howled in despair.
But after that single glance, Xia Le paid him no further attention and instead looked at Whitebeard before him.
Compared to two years ago, Whitebeard actually seemed to be in better physical and mental condition.
All around him lay discarded bones, liquor jars, and plates picked clean.
Clearly, though he was behind bars, the man hadn't suffered at all. He was even enjoying himself.
Two years ago, Xia Le had simply told Hannyabal to take good care of Whitebeard. Hannyabal had diligently obeyed and served him