At Impel Down, Magellan, who had been promoted to warden, waited at the entrance with one hand pressed to his stomach and a sickly look on his face.
A gentle breeze blew, and his stomach gurgled.
"Ugh, why isn't Vice Admiral Randall here yet? I can't hold on much longer!"
Magellan looked as though he were standing on a bed of nails.
"Warden, why don't you go relieve yourself first?
I'll wait here!"
Deputy Warden Hannyabal patted his chest as he spoke.
"But that would... Oh no, it's coming, it's coming!
Hannyabal, keep an eye on things!"
Halfway through his sentence, Magellan's stomach erupted in a noisy rumble.
His expression changed at once, and he hurried inside, clutching his stomach.
Once Magellan had vanished completely from sight, Hannyabal burst into wild laughter.
"Hahahaha! Warden Magellan is neglecting his duties when he's supposed to be receiving Vice Admiral Randall!
Does that mean I'm getting promoted?"
The people beside him were already used to this.
Just then, the silhouette of a Marine Battleship appeared in the distance.
Soon, the Marine Battleship docked, and Randall emerged.
He was carrying a bedraggled figure in one hand.
Randall strolled down at a leisurely pace.
At the sight of him, Hannyabal grew excited and saluted Randall.
"Vice Admiral Randall! Welcome to my prison!
Oops, I actually said what I was thinking.
I mean Warden Magellan's prison."
The other Impel Down guards could only sigh helplessly.
Was Warden Hannyabal really not afraid of angering this legendary vice admiral?
After all, he had earned his legendary reputation through sheer strength.
If someone like him lost his temper, who knew whether Impel Down could withstand it?
Randall did not get angry. Instead, he laughed in amusement.
Although Hannyabal had plenty of flaws, Randall did not dislike him.
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