I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

"Of course, of course." Figo smiled and withdrew. "I won't disturb you from enjoying your wine any longer. Just call me if you need anything."

After Figo left, the seven men and one fish let out a long sigh of relief, their foreheads covered in sweat.

"That's terrifying."

"What kind of aura is that? I always feel afraid to speak loudly in his presence, even when I met Charlotte Linlin that time..."

"Let's not talk about that girl. We almost got wiped out that time..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense..."

The group lowered their voices and remained quiet, but suddenly they all looked at Roger in unison, and strange smiles appeared on their faces.

Roger reacted quickly this time, or rather, he was very familiar with the personalities of his companions. He widened his eyes and said, "Hey, you guys... you absolutely mustn't tell that guy Garp what happened today!"

"Haha, we'll try our best!"

Garp, who chased and beat them up on the Grand Line, was both an opponent and a friend to them.

Of course, this was just a joke to lighten the mood. If they really encountered this situation, how could they let their captain lose face in front of Garp?

They continued to drink heartily, and the atmosphere quickly became lively. Apart from the fact that they kept speaking in hushed tones, it was no different from any other banquet, celebrating the entry into the new world.

Then there was another knock on the door!

"Excuse me, may I bother you for a moment longer?" Figo's voice came through.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Rayleigh gestured to everyone, indicating that he would handle it, then took a deep breath and said, "Of course, please come in, Boss Fitz."

Then he saw Fizz, the Fishman King, push open the door and enter, holding a stack of bounty posters.

Rayleigh's composure crumbled instantly.

How the hell am I supposed to handle this?!

The pirates were also shocked. Their slight drunkenness vanished instantly, and they nervously placed their hands on their weapons. The fish-man Sambell, his fish-faced with terror, stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Boss Fitz..."

"Huh? I'm sorry?" Figo seemed taken aback for a moment. "What are you sorry for?"

Sambell: ?

Figo placed the bounty poster on the table and asked curiously, "Why are you all so nervous? There's nothing else. Since you're going to trade around Fishman Island, you need to keep an eye on these pirates who frequent the Grand Line and approach the New World."

"?" The pirates' foreheads were filled with question marks.

Rayleigh quickly looked through the wanted posters and was overjoyed to find that none of the Roger Pirates were listed, realizing he had misunderstood.

"Yes, we understand. Thank you for your concern, Boss Fitz." He gave his companions a wink, signaling the pirates to relax.

"It's nothing." Figo smiled, then turned to Sambel, "What's wrong with you, little brother?"

Hurry, hurry, make up an explanation for me.

Sambell's face stiffened for a moment, then he said, "I'm sorry, Boss Fitz. I used to oppose your idea of ​​peaceful coexistence with humans, and I even attacked you with others. Now that I've met Law and Raleigh, I realize... I realize you were right. I'm sorry..."

"Hahaha, you've only had a little too much to drink, why are you already trying to be all sentimental..." Figo accepted this excuse and left again.

"Whoa—"

With a sigh of relief, the pirates lay flat on the chairs, feeling their backs were soaked!

How could this be so scary!

Only Roger, being a bit more easygoing, flipped through the stack of bounty posters, somewhat dissatisfied: "Strange, why aren't we among them?"

Rayleigh quickly covered his mouth and said to the others, "Let's finish our drinks and leave. It's a bit of a shame, but this place is really..."

His companions shared his sentiment and quickened their pace of tasting, even if it was a bit of a waste of the fine wine.

With only four bottles of wine for eight people, it was just enough for them to have a taste. Not satisfied, they decided to use the little money they had left after coating and maintaining the ship to buy some more fish wine and store 30 bottles.

For this reason, Rayleigh was willing to take out his secret stash of money.

Stepping out of the room, he calmly explained his intentions to Figo, who readily agreed: "Of course, bring two people with me to get the bar."

Rayleigh and Jabba immediately followed.

Passing through the lobby of the izakaya and walking up the steps leading to the wine cellar, Jabba and Rayleigh suddenly noticed a few wanted posters scattered on both sides of the wall, one of which featured a smiling man with his straw hat on his hand...

Isn't that Roger?!

No wonder we weren't on those wanted posters.

We were hung on the wall?!

The two stared at each other in horror. Rayleigh chuckled, trying to draw Figo's attention away from the bounty poster on the wall.

He doesn't seem to recognize me yet?

"Boss Fitz, how do you brew this merman wine? Oh, I'm not trying to find out your recipe, it's just... um, could we resell your wine to human islands?"

"You've got a good business sense," Figo laughed. "Well, the production of merman wine isn't high, otherwise you wouldn't be asking about this business."

"I see..." Finally passing the wall covered with wanted posters, Rayleigh secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Next... hmm?

Isn't it a wine cellar?

As they descended the steps, what appeared before them was not a wine cellar, but two rows of dungeons!

In the dim environment, inside the iron bars, there were some dark spots, seemingly dried blood, which made Rayleigh and Jabba's hearts beat faster.

Figo seemed to realize something and explained, "On the surface, I'm a businessman, but in reality, I also serve as the maintainer of order in Fishman Street and have law enforcement power, so it's not surprising that I built some prisons, is it?"

“…Not surprising, not surprising.” The two looked at each other, their mood relaxing slightly.

"Hey, don't be afraid. This place only imprisons troublemakers and pirates. You're not pirates, are you, Rayleigh?"

"Uh-huh?!"

Rayleigh's pupils contracted, and he said stiffly, "You're mistaken, I am Rayleigh."

Figo turned to look at him. In the dim light, his blue fish-man face was hideous and terrifying. He laughed and said, "Isn't that Silvers Rayleigh?"

Rayleigh and Jabba suddenly jolted.

"?!!"

Chapter 122 A Familiar Feeling

In the lobby of the izakaya, Roger and the others were still standing at the edge of the counter waiting for Rayleigh Jabba to return with the drinks when they suddenly heard two muffled thuds.

Roger paused for a moment, his expression changed, and he leaped towards the cellar, with his four companions and the fishman Sambell following closely behind.

As Roger ran down the steps, though he was in a hurry, he still spotted his own bounty poster on the wall. He ripped it off, held it up to his eyes to check, and his expression turned serious as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, the dungeon environment came into view. Roger heard Rayleigh's alarmed warning again: "Watch out, Roger! This guy is as strong as a monster!"

Rayleigh and Jabba were seen being led into separate cells, blood trickling from their lips, clearly suffering serious injuries. Roger's expression darkened, and facing the approaching Fishman King Fitz, he drew his sword 'Ace' and unleashed a full-force strike!

"Gods, beware!"

At this moment, he did not yet know the Conqueror's Haki binding technique, but when he swung his sword, Conqueror's Haki spread around him as a deterrent!

With a powerful aura released, Roger transformed from a harmless goofball into a sharp and powerful warrior in an instant, his crescent-shaped slash striking fiercely towards Fishman King Fizz's chest.

Fishman King Fizz paused, raised his right arm at his waist, and assumed a ready-to-strike stance.

"Fishman Karate - Ten Thousand Pieces - Tile Punch!" The fishman's palm was enveloped in dark Armament Haki, clashing violently with Roger's sword.

Roger felt a tremendous force strike him and he retreated again and again until his companions caught him from behind. Roger said solemnly, "This guy is really strong. I'll try to hold him off. You guys go and rescue Rayleigh and Jabba first!"

He showed the qualities of a captain in critical moments.

His companions all nodded, but Sambell looked alarmed: "No, Roger, you can't possibly be a match for Boss Fitz!"

Roger tugged at his straw hat, his blood pumping: "That's not necessarily true, brother!"

Fishman King Fizz is indeed very strong. Fishman karate uses quantity to represent power. The fishmen he had encountered before could only throw three thousand watts of straight punches at most, while Fizz threw ten thousand right away.

But after more than eight years of experience on the Grand Line, and now aiming to become the King of the World, Gaston Figo, he will not be easily defeated here!

"Again!" He charged forward, sword in hand.

Fishman King Fizz grinned.

He stretched his fist again and said, "Fishman Karate - 300,000 Pieces - Tile Punch!"

boom--

Roger: ? ? ?

Pirates: ? ? !

……

[Prisoner: Gol D. Roger]

[Rank: R9 → SSR2]

[Status: Detained]

Crime Index: 1 → 9

[Participation rate in the arrest: 100%]

[Gain: Hades Power (Legendary) +11 +439 → 6358 (Level 3 Hades Youth)]

[Character Events: ...]

A crushing defeat, a utterly humiliating defeat that left everyone stunned.

Even though she had a chance encounter with Admiral Charlotte Linlin a couple of years ago, she managed to escape after a struggle, but this time there was no way to escape!

Three hundred thousand? That's outrageous!

With their hands gripping the fence, Roger and his companions gazed at each other from behind the railing, their eyes brimming with tears.

At that moment, the actions of Sambell, the only fishman still outside the cell, drew their attention. Rayleigh murmured, "Sambell?!"

A burly fishman, over four meters tall, knelt before Fishman King Fizz, pleading, "Boss Fizz, please spare them!"

Roger was startled and said urgently, "Hey, Sambel, you..."

"Reason?" Figo interrupted.

Sambel said, "Little Sanya and I encountered black market dealers again this time. Little Sanya was almost kidnapped. It was them..."