You Can Tell He's a Manly Man

Boom, boom, boom.

He sped along.

The four Jailer Beasts were much larger than Wilton, casting shadows that surrounded him. Their weapons swung, leaving afterimages as they relentlessly smashed down.

Wilton met their attacks head-on.

They fought from west to east, then east to north. Occasionally, the four Jailer Beasts were sent flying, and occasionally Wilton was smashed into the ground, only to be met with a storm of blows.

After a gust of wind.

The floor of Boiling Hell was broken through, and Wilton fell into Extreme Cold Hell along with some rubble, covered in blood and looking like he wouldn't survive.

But as the four Jailer Beasts caught their breath, a large hand grabbed the edge of the crater, and Wilton leaped out, landing on the ground, alive and well again.

Tekkai was as reliable as ever.

Now, the continuous beating from the four Jailer Beasts couldn't inflict truly fatal wounds on him. At most, it left him severely injured, but one Recovery would allow him to fight bravely again.

Furthermore, entering the passive skill Self-Sacrifice caused his attack power to skyrocket.

His second skill, Feverish Spin, could even heal him.

"Continue."

Wilton's expression was one of fervent passion, but combined with the dried blood covering his face, he looked manic and unsettling, even awe-inspiring and intimidating.

Before long.

The four Jailer Beasts wailed in agony. Wilton was seen savagely and brutally grabbing them by their tails and slamming them repeatedly against the ground, occasionally spinning them in the air before flinging them away, leaving them seeing stars.

"Ah, I wish Lord Wilton would treat little Sadi like this too."

At some point.

Sadi, who had been mercilessly beaten half to death by Wilton ten days prior, appeared. She was still covered in bandages, but her face was flushed with excitement and longing as she watched the four howling Jailer Beasts.

If possible, she wanted to take the place of the Jailer Beasts and be brutally abused by Lord Wilton.

"Lady Sadi, how can you still have such thoughts?"

"It's over, the psychologist's treatment wasn't effective at all."

Beside her.

The two subordinates taking care of Sadi were stunned. They looked in disbelief at Sadi, who was cupping her face with her hands, looking at Wilton with shy anticipation and deep affection.

Ever since their Chief Jailer was almost beaten to death ten days ago, she had woken up, spaced out for a while, and then insisted on seeing Major General Wilton.

She claimed she wanted to experience again the feeling of being brutally abused by Lord Wilton. The gasps, the smell of sweat, and the firm, powerful muscles of Lord Wilton during the beating were unforgettable.

Her two subordinates still remembered how their Chief Jailer had been giggling foolishly like an idiot while covering her face and blushing shyly.

It was like she was in heat.

At the time, the medical staff and they all had only one thought: their Chief Jailer had been beaten silly.

Later, after a diagnosis from a psychologist—yes, a psychologist, Impel Down had doctors for injuries and psychologists.

And nurses too.

Their Chief Jailer's masochistic mental illness had worsened, even undergoing some kind of mutation. After testing, it was discovered that she not only didn't hate Wilton, who had nearly killed her, but actually looked forward to him crudely abusing her again.

At that moment, their minds were all reeling.

Undoubtedly, this was Stockholm Syndrome.

Wilton's brutal beating had opened a new door to a new world for Sadi, who already suffered from severe masochism.

This time.

Sadi not only enjoyed abusing others but also enjoyed being abused, and only Wilton's abuse brought her that kind of pleasure.

"Ah~ Lord Wilton, I'm here, please crush me fiercely with your fists."

"What the hell is this?"

Wilton, who was in the middle of a fierce fight with the Jailer Beasts, suddenly had a figure appear before him. Without thinking, he threw a punch. Accompanied by a painful yet extremely excited and satisfied scream, a black shadow spewed blood three feet high before crashing into several prison cells and finally being buried under rubble, its fate unknown.

"Lady Sadi."

"When?"

The two subordinates quickly chased after her, digging through the rubble to unearth Sadi. Although Sadi looked like she was dying, her face was flushed red.

Her half-closed eyes were filled with a hazy daze.

In that moment, she felt like she had soared to the clouds and seen a god!

"Lady Sadi, please wake up."

"Oh no, the Chief Jailer's blood has turned black."

"Hurry to the infirmary!"

In a flash.

The two subordinates dragged Sadi away from the scene. It was unknown if they could save her this time.

This way.

Wilton didn't take it seriously at all, still immersed in the chase, because the four Jailer Beasts had stopped fighting him.

They not only dropped their weapons, clutched their heads, and fled, but they also managed to scatter and run.

For a time, it was chaos, chasing from Boiling Hell to Hunger Hell, Beast Hell, and Crimson Hell, disturbing the peace of the entire Impel Down.

Finally, on the twelfth day, Magellan intervened and called a halt. He couldn't stand it anymore.

He had already been very lenient in letting Wilton cause trouble for so long. Although Impel Down was responsible at first, Wilton had already punished Sadi and the four Jailer Beasts, and he himself had stepped in.

But now, Wilton was seriously affecting the operation of Impel Down.

This was the limit of his patience.

Wilton had to leave.

The next day.

Dawn broke.

At the Impel Down port, a team of Marines was transporting supplies. Domino, along with a few jailers, personally came to see him off, showing how much Wilton was valued.

Regardless.

Wilton had gained a lot from his visit to Impel Down.

"Major General Wilton, please be careful on your journey."

Domino looked at Wilton, who was radiating passion and constantly working out his biceps. The man's male hormones were too intense.

He exuded a sunny and tough aura all over.

He was clearly the tough, rugged type of man.

"Domino, you don't need to see me off any further! Please apologize to Director Magellan for me. I apologize for the trouble I've caused you all these 12 days."

Wilton nodded, thinking that once he became Fleet Admiral of the Marines, he would definitely find a way to bring Impel Down under the Marine's command. After all, Magellan, Domino, and the others were talented individuals.

"Understood."

"Goodbye!"

Wilton waved and boarded the warship. Then, amidst a series of alarms, the warship gradually moved away from Impel Down.

"Oh no, Vice Warden, Lady Sadi and Minotaurus are missing!"

Once the warship had completely disappeared from sight, Domino turned back towards Boiling Hell. She needed to report to Magellan first, and then she would get to work.

But as soon as she arrived at Boiling Hell, two subordinates who had been looking after Sadi ran over in a panic, their faces filled with alarm and breathless.

"What's going on?"

Domino's pretty face tensed. What mischief was that masochistic woman up to now? She was so badly injured, why did she still have the energy to run around?

"We don't know. We've searched the entire Boiling Hell and couldn't find Lady Sadi or the four Jailer Beasts."

"Check the other levels. That perverted woman might have gone to torture more criminals again. Once you find her, lock her up immediately. Director Magellan has already stripped her of her Chief Jailer position, and she'll be imprisoned for a period of reflection."

Domino didn't take it seriously. Her first thought was that Sadi had gone to torment criminals again to satisfy her perverse masochistic urges.

"Yes."

Soon.

Three hours later, in Magellan's office, Domino, several managers, and a doctor were all wearing gas masks. The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.