"Come in you!"

Shiru kicked him hard on the butt, and Doflamingo stumbled to the ground, almost rolling and being kicked into the prison.

He climbed up in embarrassment, and as soon as he raised his head with a fierce look, several jailers came forward and roughly tied his limbs with iron ropes, clinging to the wall. His range of movement was extremely limited.

"This kind of treatment, even on the sixth floor, can only be enjoyed by the top old monsters."

Xi Liu held a cigar in his mouth, held his chin, and looked at him with a smile, "And this is just the first step of taking care of you. The good days are still to come..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, he punched Doflamingo hard in the face. The latter groaned, his head thrown back from the blow, sweetness rose in his throat, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, with

Two complete teeth.

What a cruel guy...

The flying squirrel's eyes twitched as he looked outside the door.

He could see clearly that the new deputy warden of Impel Down City had clearly used all his strength in the punch just now, and it had also been hardened with armor...

"Furafuran..."

Doflamingo spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his head with difficulty. The fur monster laughed and said, "I don't have the strength to hit anyone. How can one punch be enough? If you have the ability, just..."

Boom!

Another punch came, interrupting the second half of his sentence.

Boom! Boom!

Left hook, right hook, straight punch, elbow strike, knee strike...

Shiliu still had a smile on his face, but his movements were merciless, like a violent storm, ravaging Doflamingo like a sandbag and venting his anger.

Soon.

Doflamingo was already lying in a pool of blood with injuries all over his body. His body was curled up into a shrimp, twitching and coughing out blood. He felt that the world around him was moving away from him, and his five senses were all blurred...

And Xiliu finally stopped.

He twisted his neck, turned his head, and saw the flying squirrel looking at him dumbfounded, and shrugged: "This is not an abuse of lynching. You see, he said it himself. I have never heard such a request in my life.

"

"..."

The corner of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched, but he still didn't say anything.

Bang!

With a dull loud noise, the iron door of the prison was slammed shut.

Xiliu whispered a few words to a few close guards around him, gave him one last look with a sneer, and left with Flying Squirrel and others without looking back.

The footsteps gradually moved away, and the dark corridor returned to silence.

…

I don’t know how much time passed.

Doflamingo finally recovered from his half-conscious state and gradually regained consciousness.

"Ahem..."

He coughed violently a few more times, struggled to sit up, and found that a food bowl had been placed in front of him. The food in it was like swilled pig chaff, which was disgusting to look at.

It was still eight or nine in the morning when I came in, and I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious. Is the thing in front of me lunch... or dinner?

In a place without light, one cannot feel the passage of time. Doflamingo stared at the food bowl for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back, sneered, and kicked it over with force.

Do underground level 6 prisoners eat this kind of food?

The swill splashed, and some of it splashed into the cell next door.

"Kid, if I were you, I wouldn't be picky about food. I would eat it honestly so that I can barely bear the beating next time."

In the darkness next to him, a voice suddenly came from Youyou, "You shouldn't mess with him."

"Um?"

Doflamingo subconsciously turned his head and looked over, "What did you say?"

"I said, you shouldn't mess with him."

The figure in the darkness came closer. He was a thin old man with wrinkles on his face. He yawned and lazily shaved his teeth with a fish bone:

"Although that guy has only taken office not long ago, he is already recognized as the most ruthless bastard among all the jailers. Although I don't know where you provoked him, I'm afraid the rest of your life will not be easy..."

What happened to him?

I haven’t figured this out yet, but I want to know too!

"..."

Doflamingo had a gloomy face and said nothing, but his eyes noticed the food bowl in front of the thin old man. Half of the food was left in it. Not to mention how rich it was, there were both meat and vegetables, as well as a large piece of fragrant grilled fish.

…

He suddenly realized.

It turns out that it's not that all the prisoners at level 6 eat swill, but that he is the only exception.

That guy's so-called "care" not only started from the first day he was imprisoned, but also covered all aspects.

Damn...bastard!

Veins appeared on Doflamingo's forehead, but the thin old man next to him was not surprised and said with a smile:

"Where are we now? Kid, now that you've entered here, don't even think about getting out. You're still young. If you hadn't been tortured to death by that warden, it would have been fifty or sixty years...by the time you were seventy or eighty years old and couldn't bear to look back.

Even if you open your eyes, you still have to stay here."

"What awaits you is the torture of endless dark years, so..."

"It's so noisy."

Doflamingo interrupted the thin old man's words, "Fufufu... don't lecture others like you've been through it. Old guy, I'm different from you guys. Maybe it won't be long before you can see me."

I said goodbye to you outside the prison."

Although his nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, and his head was still buzzing, Doflamingo's thoughts were still very clear.

More than a month has passed since he was arrested and imprisoned. There has been no movement from either Mary Joa or the World Government, which is not surprising to him.

After all, his identity as a Celestial Dragon is already a thing of the past.

But those idiots in the Holy Land still want to lose face after all.

He has been operating in Beihai for many years, and the forces under his command are complicated and complicated. There are countless subordinates who are loyal to him. It is impossible to wipe out all of them.

As long as one of them is clever and starts using public opinion to build momentum and publicize his bloodline identity everywhere, then the Holy Land, whether for the sake of face or something else, will no longer be able to let the navy detain him in Impel Down City and ignore him.

"soon……"

Doflamingo sneered, so what if the family fortune collapsed? So what if he was humiliated here?

As long as he stays for a while and lets him out, he will have the confidence to regain everything he lost. When the time comes, he may not be able to do anything to deal with Nuo Xia, but this warden named Shiliu... hum.

"Why is there another dreamer?"

The sudden words interrupted his thoughts. Doflamingo turned his head and saw the thin old man leaning against the wall, pointing to the side with a sneer on his face, "I don't know where you got your confidence. The last one also followed.

Just like you, you have been thinking about how to get out all day long, but why are you still lying here obediently?"

Previous?

Doflamingo looked in the direction pointed by the old man and saw a red-haired boy wearing a straw hat in the prison farther away. He was holding a round belly of food and shouting with satisfaction.

Sleeping, snoring slightly from time to time...

Who is that?

At such a young age, he is actually qualified to be imprisoned in underground level 6?

Doflamingo frowned and looked carefully. He couldn't find the corresponding image in his mind for a long time. He just didn't bother to think about it. He snorted and lay back against the wall again. He closed his eyes. Even the old man didn't bother.

Got it.

Compare that kid with yourself?

How ridiculous.

What a bunch of stupid guys...

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Time passes day by day.

The days in prison were more difficult than Doflamingo imagined.

Xiliu's revenge was probably a sustainable form of fishing in the marsh. He would come down every few days and beat him to the point of dying, but he would always stop at the right time so that he would not die. He would feed him a sip of swill, and he would still be able to survive after all.

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To be continued...