Old Man, itching for a fight... want to take me on here? / Surprise, joy, long time no see

Chief Jailer: Sadi.

To await Silver Hair, every important figure in Impel Down had gathered at the entrance without exception.

Before long, the Freedom and the warship reached Impel Down's entrance and docked in the harbor outside.

"He's here."

Watching the silver-haired youth disembark from the Freedom, everyone at the entrance, from Magellan's group of five to the jailer soldiers, tightened their grips on their wea—

pons and immediately went on alert.

Though the youth gave off no aura whatsoever, no one dared underestimate him.

Merely knowing his accomplishments was enough to make people feel suffocated, let alone seeing him in person.

"Hahahahaha!"

Just then, laughter from the warship broke through the oppressive tension Magellan and the others had worked themselves into.

Garp did not use the gangway. He jumped straight down from the bow.

He landed beside Magellan. Though he was not as tall or imposing, the old man's presence was far beyond anything Magellan could match.

"Vice Admiral Garp."

At the sight of Garp, the jailer soldiers standing there seemed to find their pillar of support. Their oppressive anxiety vanished in an instant, and they all saluted him respectfully.

"Haha! No need to be nervous. He wants to see an old friend, so let him."

As Garp spoke, his eyes remained on Magellan.

All the Navy's senior officers knew the man's temperament. Guarding Impel Down was his sacred duty, and getting him to release someone was difficult enough to begin with.

Staring fixedly at Garp, Magellan clenched both fists, his face solemn. "Are we really going to do this?"

"And another thing..."

At this, he glanced at Silver Hair and the others, who had all disembarked from the Freedom and were studying Impel Down curiously. "Is he really as strong as the rumors say?"

"Strong enough to make