[One Piece] The White Wolf of the Red Foss

"Shanks." Akales breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that the other party is alive is one thing, and seeing the other party wake up is the most reassuring thing for him.

Shanks smiled brightly, holding the iron cage and asked with a smile: "Yaka, are you okay?"

Akales shook his head, signaling that he was fine.

They completely ignored the existence of other people, and just looked at each other like no one else, as if they could convey a lot of things through their eyes.

Krepp pursed his lips, and the gentleness and kindness on his face were briefly replaced by a sneer, but soon, he adjusted his facial expression and straightened his coat with a smile.

"Forgive me for locking up your friend, Yakas, you know, marriage is very important to me." Clapp tilted his head slightly, with a pale apology on his handsome face: "I'm sorry, but I Promise I'll let them go when it's over."

"You fart, Yaka will definitely be with us!" Shanks stuck out his tongue at Clapp, very childishly swearing sovereignty like a child, but it made Yacha who was as cold as ice facing Krapp Calles smiled.

Clap twitched his lips, and he couldn't hide the viciousness in his eyes, "Can't you even understand the current situation? The whole island is my weapon, and the place where the swamp is filled is my weapon! Even Even the poison of Shuibajiao can't resist, what else can you do?"

"At least I still have the strength to take my companion back!"

Shanks grasped the two long poles of the iron cage with both hands, and forcefully broke them apart.

At this time, Grey, who had been unconscious all this time, moved his fingers, opened his eyes and woke up. He covered his head and got up from the ground, looking around.

"Krepp!!!" He widened his eyes and opened his mouth to look at Krepp outside.

They knew each other, and they were even friends who studied water plantains together before. Unfortunately, the research ideas did not agree. He was committed to developing anesthetics from the toxins of water plantains, but the other party wanted to use them for dominance and conquest.

"Grela, didn't you say you were going to stay in prison until you died?" Clapp raised his hand, and he didn't forget to stop Shanks when he was talking to Grela.

The red-haired boy's strength really didn't match his physique. Compared with other burly, muscular pirates, he was really thin, and even less threatening than the doctor Gerila.

Clapp didn't pay much attention to the other party at the beginning, and locked him and Gerila together after confiscating the weapon, but now, the other party held the iron cage with both hands, and unexpectedly bent the railing abruptly.

It was mixed with several steel bars, poured with molten iron, and it was an iron rod as thick as two fingers.

The white room seeped mud from nowhere, mixed with the smell of yellow flowers and plantains, making the clean and flawless ground very dirty.

"Damn it..." Krepp squatted down, wanting to cry without tears, and hammered the ground a few times, "It's too dirty, why do you want to dirty such a clean ground!"

Doctors are more or less cleanliness, and even Gerila usually pays attention to hygiene, but Klepp's cleanliness is more like a mental illness, which should be incurable.

Yakales was the first to smell the smell of yellow flower water plantain, but this time he didn't feel any dizziness, just a slight discomfort. He has always adapted quickly to this non-lethal toxin.

But he could adapt, but Shanks and Gerilla couldn't. They covered their mouths and noses, trying not to inhale too much toxin.

Akales moved his arms. The straps that bound his hands on the chair were actually much looser than he imagined. He was too thin, and there was still a lot of space between his wrists and the straps, but his palms were a bit reluctant.

When Klepp looked at Shanks and the others, he struggled in pain, and abruptly pulled his hands out of the restraints. The one thing that was better than Shanks and the others was that he was not tied to his feet.

From this point of view, the other party really wanted to marry him.