“Brat, wake up.
Are you kidding me?
You slept for two whole days.
Are you a pig?
Actually, even pigs can’t sleep as much as you.” Beside Sylvan’s cell, the Golden Lion was so angry he wanted to curse someone’s mother.
Two days ago, Sylvan had suddenly said he wanted to learn Haki.
For the sake of breaking out of prison, the Golden Lion had generously agreed.
But what happened next left the Golden Lion speechless.
Sylvan had slept in place for two days and two nights like a corpse, without moving a muscle.
Even a pig could not sleep like this.
“If I’m a pig, then what does that make you, the one conspiring with a pig?” A calm voice suddenly rang out as Sylvan opened his eyes.
The Golden Lion froze.
His gaze shifted over, staring at the bright eyes in the darkness, and he subconsciously frowned.
“Why does it feel like he’s become a completely different person?” The Golden Lion carefully examined Sylvan.
The more he looked, the stranger it seemed.
Those calm black eyes contained composure, wisdom, and a trace of confidence that had never been there before.
“Is this still that little brat from before?
He slept for two days and changed this much?” The Golden Lion was extremely surprised.
He still remembered when Sylvan had first been locked up.
If he mocked the brat once, the brat would fire back ten times.
Yet just now, when he laughed at Sylvan for being a pig, Sylvan had only replied lightly and said nothing more.
Compared to before, he was far more mature.
Sylvan leaned against the corner of the wall, his head resting on both hands.
Two days had passed in the outside world, but inside the Time Chamber, two years had already gone by.
Then he suddenly asked, “Golden Lion, if I undo the Seastone shackles on you, how confident are you that you can escape?” “That question is meaningless.
Don’t ask me how confident I am.
Destroying Impel Down would be nothing.
Without Sengoku and Garp here, who could stop me?
Who?” A wild smile appeared on the Golden Lion’s rough old face, and his eyes radiated majesty.
Even though he was locked inside the lightless Impel Down, his long golden hair still shone as dazzlingly as gold.
“Very good.
I hope you don’t disappoint me.” Sylvan took in a deep breath of cold air.
His younger sister, Nico Robin, was still being hunted all over the world, and his mother, Nico Olvia, was also someone everyone shouted to attack on sight.
He had to get out as soon as possible.
If he relied only on himself to escape Impel Down, the chances were too slim.
“What do you mean?” The Golden Lion furrowed his brows.
He kept feeling that Sylvan was acting strangely, and that there was something hidden in his words.
“Don’t ask too much.
Just watch obediently.
It won’t be long before it’s your turn to step onto the stage.” Sylvan was too lazy to waste words, so he simply closed his eyes.
In his heart, he already had a detailed prison break plan.
“I’m saying, can you… Forget it.
I want to see what kind of commotion you can stir up.” The Golden Lion felt depressed.
In truth, he really wanted to say that he was one of the Three Legendary Pirates, standing alongside Roger and Whitebeard.
At least show me some respect.
Sylvan’s tone made the Golden Lion feel like he was being ordered around like a little brother.
“Ah… Someone, come quickly!
My stomach hurts so badly!
It hurts to death!
My old illness is acting up again!” A few minutes later, Sylvan suddenly rolled around on the ground, baring his teeth in pain, his face turning pale.
“What’s going on?” Seeing this, the Golden Lion’s brows tightened.
He had been perfectly fine just now, lively and jumping around.
How had he suddenly fallen ill?
“There’s a problem.” In the end, the Golden Lion was still a legendary pirate with sharp eyes.
Although he could not figure out what Sylvan was planning, since the two of them were already partners in crime, actively cooperating was the right choice.
“Hey, Marines!
Hurry up and drag this idiot out!
He keeps whining and making noise.
He’s annoying me to death!” The Golden Lion also shouted at the top of his lungs.
His voice was much louder than Sylvan’s.
Before long, chaotic footsteps sounded outside the cells.
“They’re here…” A sharp gleam flashed through Sylvan’s eyes as he rolled on the ground.
Through the perception of Observation Haki, he quickly sensed the approaching figures.
There were not many.
Only two people.
“Someone, save me!
I can barely breathe!” Sylvan continued rolling and wailing in pain.
His body looked as if it were being torn apart, and his expression was filled with extreme agony.
“You little brat, you sure have a lot of problems.
If Admiral Sengoku hadn’t said to ensure your safety, I’d cut you down right now.” Before long, a tall man with a cigar in his mouth stood in front of the cell.
His face was full of menace, and his eyes were even more savage than a beast’s.
Beside him stood a prison doctor, most likely here to examine Sylvan.
“Why is it this bastard?” Sylvan secretly glanced at him and felt extremely suppressed inside.
Wasn’t this Shiryu of the Rain, the Head Jailer of Impel Down?
Right now, this guy was still a good citizen and had not started massacring prisoners for fun, so naturally, he had not been imprisoned either.
All of that would happen in the future.
“Wealth comes from danger.
I can only take the gamble.” The hesitation in Sylvan’s eyes vanished in an instant.
With his sharp eyesight, he spotted the string of golden keys at Shiryu of the Rain’s waist.
Those were most likely the keys to the Seastone handcuffs.
“Check this brat quickly.
Don’t let him die.
I heard he’s someone the World Government values.
If he dies here, it won’t be easy for me to explain.” Shiryu of the Rain sat inside the cell and smoked his cigar, crossing one leg over the other with a careless attitude, while the prison doctor was responsible for examining Sylvan’s body.
“Is this kid trying to escape?
Bastard, did he get my permission?
He can’t even beat an ordinary Marine soldier.
Does he actually dare make a move in front of Shiryu of the Rain?
This guy is truly too stupid.” On the other side, the Golden Lion’s face turned ashen.
In his eyes, everything Sylvan was doing was simply playing with fire.
“There’s nothing wrong.
His body is even healthier than before.” After a while, the prison doctor responsible for checking Sylvan’s body looked astonished.
Hearing this, Shiryu of the Rain’s face turned cold.
He looked at Sylvan sinisterly and said in a hoarse voice, “Brat, are you messing with me?” “Put your ear closer.
I have a secret to tell you.” Sylvan crooked his finger, his face full of smiles.
“What does this kid mean?” Shiryu of the Rain was filled with doubts.
Then he walked over calmly.
After all, Sylvan was only twelve years old, and he was a famously sickly brat, a piece of trash with zero combat power.
“I’m not feeling well, so I want to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.
You don’t have any objections, right?
If you refuse, it’ll be bad if I get angry and stomp you to death.” The instant Sylvan said those words, every pirate in the prison who heard him was stunned.
Had this guy been kicked in the head by a donkey?
The Golden Lion instantly stood up by reflex, staring at Sylvan in a daze.
How had he been so blind as to cooperate with such a weirdo?
He immediately covered his old face in despair.