Chapter 430 Is this fair?

"——How do you know he is Zefa's student!?"

Magellan's horrified voice suddenly broke the silence in the prison, and he stared at the strange figure with pale hair in astonishment.

The man raised a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth and said lightly:

"It was just a guess, but now it is confirmed."

Magellan was stunned for a moment, and his face turned pale.

Darren: "..."

He rubbed his heart painfully, glared at Magellan unhappily, and the latter shrank his head.

Shaking his head, Darren turned his eyes back to the figure in the deepest part of the prison.

The light and shadow of the oil lamp moved slowly, piercing the darkness with difficulty, reflecting the man's slightly pale and thin face.

Evidently in the most gloomy, terrifying, and bloody prison in the world, in this uncomfortable environment, he sat calmly on the cold and black floor, with a wicked smile on his face, and a kind of innate aristocratic temperament.

Darren saw it at a glance.

This is a very sophisticated old-fashioned gentleman, the kind of person who would wear his collar and cuffs straight even if his hands and feet were broken.

"The Lone Red" Baroric Redfield!

The legendary pirate who was on par with Roger and the Whitebeard Pirates alone!

As Redfield's voice sounded, the other pirates present also fell silent.

It can be seen that he is the one with the highest status in this prison.

Darren exhaled a stream of smoke from his mouth and smiled:

"'No matter what kind of enemy you face, you must not take it lightly, and you must defeat the enemy with the fierceness of a lion fighting a rabbit'... This is what Mr. Zefa taught me."

He paused, and a crazy and violent fighting spirit gradually rose in his deep eyes.

"And I did the same."

"But if I remember correctly, you are no longer a navy officer..."

Redfield smiled, and the gold chain passing through his lips swayed slightly because of his words, giving people a mysterious and strange atmosphere in this dark and uncertain environment:

"... Rogers Darren."

As soon as these words came out, there were sounds of people sucking in cold air throughout the Infinite Hell.

"Rogers Darren!?"

"How is this possible!?"

"He is Rogers Darren?"

"The Rogers Darren who fought with the Five Elders and almost tore the Five Elders of the highest power in the World Government to pieces?"

"But isn't he now being offered a sky-high reward of 5 billion Baileys by the Navy and the government?"

"How did he become the warden of Impelton?"

"Is this reasonable?"

"..."

The pirates stared at the young man wearing a bat helmet in astonishment, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Rogers Darren, the "world's most dangerous criminal" who is famous in the sea, actually appeared in the deepest infinite hell of Impel Down?

You know, although they were imprisoned at the bottom of Impel Down, they were not completely cut off from the outside world.

Every day, a special jailer would bring in the newspaper of the day, and through the news in the newspaper, they could also roughly understand what was happening in the sea outside.

Although the news in the newspapers has been more and more outrageous recently.

What Celestial Dragons were killed, what Five Elders were torn apart by hand, what Holy Land Marijoa was bombed by the Flying Fleet, what North Sea separated from the political system of the World Government member countries...

A series of reports made this group of "indifferent" pirates and felons dumbfounded, and even so outrageous that they couldn't help but start to question whether Impel Down took the wrong newspaper, and began to think that this was all "fake news".

However, they were no strangers to the name "Rogers Darren" who was famous in the sea.

News or something can be fake, but a bounty of 5 billion berries must be true.

And now, this notorious criminal is standing in front of them.

The most outrageous thing is that he was not imprisoned as a prisoner, but the warden of the city of Impel Down! ?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have felt like they were dreaming.

No, we are all criminals who have committed many crimes. Why should we be shackled and locked up, living in such a dark and hungry life, while you can walk in with a swagger and vent your domineering and pretentiousness unscrupulously?

Is there any justice in this world?

At this moment, these "world-class criminals" with heinous crimes suddenly had the urge to call the navy.

"Really..."

Darren shook his head helplessly, raised his hand to take off the bat mask, and smiled bitterly:

"Sure enough, this disguise can only deceive some idiots."

Infinite Hell was dead silent for a moment.

Then——

"Damn kid!"

"What are you talking about!?"

"Are you looking for death?"

"Let me out, I'm going to twist your head off!"

"..."

The furious roars came from all directions like a tide, but Darren scratched his ears out of boredom.

He didn't make any moves, and a blue arc suddenly flashed through the void.

Swish!

All the pirates fell silent.

"Gurgle..."

The sound of swallowing saliva anxiously came out faintly, and the prisoners stood stiffly in place, not daring to move.

Because a sharp metal spike had already sprung out from the iron bars of the cell, pressing against their throats.

The infinite approach of the breath of death made them sweat coldly on their foreheads.

They finally remembered that the man in front of them was not a law-abiding warden of the city of Impel Down, but a killer with more cruel means than any of them!

"Well, that's right, keep quiet... I'm chatting here."

Darren raised his index finger to his lips, made a "hush" gesture of silence, and smiled:

"I don't want to kill all of you so quickly."

The prisoners' pupils shrank and their heartbeats accelerated.

This kid... is not kidding!

The murderous intent that flashed in his eyes just now showed that he definitely had such an idea before!

Darren looked at the lonely red again and smiled:

"Whether you are a navy or a criminal, these are just the identities given to a person by the outside world."

"Is the so-called position important to people like us?"

Redfield said with interest:

"You are more insightful than Garp and Zefa. Zefa has taught a good apprentice."

He slowly raised his hands, and as he moved, the heavy and cold shackles on his hands collided with a rattling sound.