"Could her situation be the same as mine?"
Good pondered.
The Celestial Dragons had once invited him to join them. Perhaps Gunko had been the same, displaying enough talent and uniqueness to catch Imu's eye and ultimately be granted the status of a Celestial Dragon.
The power Imu had displayed earlier had left his heart pounding. Not only had it defied common sense, but Imu's Haki had also been terrifyingly powerful.
As the boss behind the World Government, someone who had lived for eight hundred years, it was only natural for Imu to possess such power.
But having both outrageous stats and incredibly complicated mechanics gave him quite a headache, which made Gunko extremely important to him.
The woman was currently his only source of information on Imu.
"Qikara!"
"Mm."
Qikara handed him the fire poker.
Good took the poker, and its temperature immediately soared. The Groudon emblem at its tip turned a glowing, translucent orange-red, radiating waves of intense heat.
Everything else could wait. That mark had to be destroyed. He certainly didn't want Imu descending onto his ship!
Good's gaze sharpened, and he brought the poker down.
"Sizzz~~"
"Mmph, mmph, mmph!!!"
The smell of scorched flesh spread through the room.
Restrained by Seastone, Gunko was in no condition to withstand the pain. She passed out with muffled cries.
"Treat her injuries. Leave the interrogation to Speed and have her spit out everything she knows about Imu."
"Yes."
Good tossed the poker aside, turned, and left the cell.
Whether she had once been a slave or not, she was an enemy now. Once they had tortured the information about Imu out of her, they would take her outside to test whether the contract had truly been severed.
Gentleness was out of the question.
Soon, Good arrived on deck.
Thick