Atop the steep sea cliffs on the island forming the Navy G-10 Base's front defensive line, two thick iron chains hung down from the summit, their ends locked firmly around the Decalvan Brothers' wrists.
The pirate brothers, whose bounty reached 600 million Beli, were covered in wounds, exposed to the sea wind and the blazing sun.
Their wounds had long since scabbed over and split open again, leaving them utterly bedraggled and barely breathing.
Fortunately for them, they were pirates capable of surviving in the New World, with constitutions far beyond those of ordinary people. Anyone else subjected to such torture would probably have given out long ago.
Even so, their lives were like candles in the wind, flickering on the verge of going out.
Yet the despair of impending death had not made them repent. Instead, it roused the last vicious streak buried in their bones, and they hurled wild, venomous curses and taunts at Gern and the others on the shore below.
"Cough... Navy scum...!
"If you've got the guts, put me out of my misery!"
"Pops Whitebeard... will come save us...!
"When he does... you're all going to die...!"
"Heavenquake! You coward! Are dirty tricks all you've got?!"
The Decalvan Brothers' intermittent curses never stopped, buzzing like a pair of irritating flies.
"So noisy..." Enel sat cross-legged in the treetop, enjoying his "God's afternoon tea"-an apple-while waiting for Whitebeard. He impatiently picked at his ear.
Then he glanced toward the sea cliffs, his eyes full of disgust. "Two dying pests that won't stop squealing dare disturb a god's peace?"
With that, Enel did not even bother to stand. He simply snapped his fingers.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two slender but precise beams of blue electricity instantly crossed the distance, striking the Decalvan Brothers like venomous snakes!
"Aaaaargh!!" In an