Chapter 91: Shock

A report came from Pennywise about the bloodbath at sea.

Boom--

There was a great movement at the entrance, the heavy door opened 

from the outside and light entered the dim Eternal Hell.

The jailer escorted Douglas Bullet back to Eternal Hell!

At that moment, in the surrounding darkness, all the prisoners looked

on.

At this moment, Buggy was frightened.

"thats impossible!" he whispered with fear.

He saw it.

Bullet, who was escorted by the jailer, had traces of blood all over his

body, especially on his chest. The prison uniform was completely

soaked with blood, and there was even a terrifying penetration wound.

Buggy knew Bullet because he used to be on the same ship with him,

and both were members of Roger's crew.

At that time, Buggy was still a Cabin boy, but Bullet was already as

powerful as Rayleigh!

After so many years, Buggy would only feel that Bullet's strength had been increasingly stronger.

But now...

Bullet covered in blood, filled with injuries, and the gaping hole in his chest?!

"The two have already fought," Ace said as he shot a glance at his eyes.

Ace then proceeded to look at Lucas.

At this moment, everything has turned silent, that even a sweat drop could be heard from far away. Everyone looked at the cell where Lucas was.

They began imagining the before and after Douglas Bullet was injured, yet Lucas had nothing to show he was in a fight.

What does this mean? Everyone came to a sudden shocking realization of how high Lucas' strength lies.

"Look here," a muffled voice was heard in the darkness, and a giant figure of a hundred meters high moved, shaking the very grounds of Eternal Hell.

The terrible giant leaned his face in front of the cell, looking at Lucas with

lantern-like eyes from a distance, and a deep voice came out of his

mouth.

"Was Bullet weak or strong?"

No one answered this sentence.

Because everyone had the answer in their hearts.

Bullet, who had made countless people tremble in fear, could never be

weak.

The same goes for those thrown to Eternal Hell.

Patrick Redfield looked at the unopened cup of instant noodles beside him.

After a momentary pause, he looked back at Lucas.

"In this era, an unimaginable monster has appeared," he narrowed his

eyes, as his deep and hoarse voice resonated throughout the level.

Hannyabal, who was with the escort of Douglas Bullet, looked at the boisterous prisoners and smashed his trident on the ground.

"Silence, silence!" he shouted at the dissatisfied prisoners and continued escorting Bullet to walk to his cell.

Bullet had suffered a lot, and now it was difficult for him to walk.

But just as Bullet passed by Lucas's cell, he suddenly stopped.

This sudden change made Hannyabal's look on with skepticism and intrigue.

What's going on? Does Bullet still have the will to fight him? Does he still not know when to give up?

However, Bullet was very calm. He looked at Lucas, who was seated on the massage chair in the cell, with obvious signs of enjoyment in his stay.

"What will you do? Bullet, what are you gonna say?" Hannyabal asked,

frowning, feeling that something was wrong.

But no matter how he asked, Bullet didn't say a word.

"Lucas, what are you up to?" Hannyabal asked as he looked at Lucas.

At this moment, he really felt palpitations in his heart. Lucas's threat

was too big to ignore, and now he seemed to be conspiring with Bullet.

Were they planning to overthrow Impel Down?

Lucas, who was relaxing, turned his head and a smile appeared on

his face.

"Come in, I'll tell you," Lucas said.

At this moment, Hannyabal really wanted to go in and find out what

Lucas and Bullet were up to. But he thought of Shiryu, who was cut to

pieces, and Bullet, whom Lucas punched through the chest.

The corners of Hannyabal's mouth twisted and he quickly escorted

Bullet back to the cell. He quickly walked away and didn't want to stay

any longer in Eternal Hell so close to Lucas.

Editor: I try, I really try, 3 off days that I wanna do tons of chapters, everytime i look at the words, I close it and play Helldivers. Is it a form of ADHD? Don't know why I feel repulsed to do this.