"Hey! Bucky! Something bad is going to happen! These people are a bunch of monsters!"

Mr.3 pulled Bucky aside and beeped softly.

"How do you think we are going to get out of this hell? By those rioting trash outside? There are more than tens of thousands of people imprisoned in the entire prison, but only less than a hundred people can actually get out! If you don't hug the monster now,

With their thighs, how can there be any hope of getting out! On the contrary, the stronger they are, the more chances we have to get out, right?"

Bucky leaned against Mr. 3's ear. At this time, Bucky changed from his previous exaggeration. His eyes revealed calmness and powerful wisdom! Bucky was thriving in this sea.

Not only does it rely on the luck of the Overlord, but also on the wisdom of Shanks, the idiot who only eats chocolate.

"Uncle Bucky, don't you have some?"

Yamato handed a piece of meat to Baki.

"Thanks."

Bucky winked at Mr. 3, then took the meat from Yamato's hand and started to feast on it.

"I must be crazy."

Mr.3 felt that if he had not gone crazy, he would not be with the group of lunatics in front of him. He let out a long sigh and sat next to everyone.

"Ah! What a pity, there is no wine!"

Ace said with some regret as he ate the barbecue.

"Brother Ace! We are here to save your brother, not to hold a party."

Jinbei looked at Ace who was relaxing and shook his head slightly. Whether it was Ace, his brother, or the straw hat boy who was still laughing at the camera after being imprisoned in the deep sea prison, they were all a group of people.

A big-hearted person!

"By the way, we can't delay any longer, we have to save Ace's brother! This one..."

Yamato stood up very actively and said hesitantly towards Mr. 3 who had not eaten but was observing the surroundings with vigilance.

Yamato didn't know the name of the man in front of her, she only knew that he came with Bucky.

"Just call me Mr.3!"

Mr.3 had no intention of revealing his name, he still revealed his code name at Baroque Studio.

"Ah? Mr.3 is such a strange title? It's more like a code name than a name!"

Yamato looked at Mr. 3 strangely. This was the first time she heard such a strange name.

"Hmph! A name is just a code name, isn't it?"

After hearing what Yamato said, Mr.3 raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He is a professional killer. Isn't it common sense to use codenames instead of names?

"That...Mr.3?"

Yamato still had some difficulty accepting this name because she felt it was unusually convoluted.

"You have been living in Level 2, right?"

Yamato asked Mr.3.

"Yes, after all, I don't have Bucky's skills. As a big shot on the Pirate King's ship, and a master at the same time as the red-haired Shanks, the Four Emperors who dominate the new world, I can actually hide it from the navy and jailers, and quietly

You are quietly hanging around in Level 1! You are indeed a senior~"

Mr.3 seemed to be praising Bucky, but his words were full of sarcasm.

"Ahahaha...that's because I'm low-key!"

Bucky secretly cursed Mr. 3 for his weird attitude, but he laughed out loud.

"So Mr. 3, senior, do you know where Ace's brother is? Is he on this floor?"

Yamato asked Mr.3.

"senior?!"

After Mr.3 heard Yamato's words, his pupils hidden in his spectacles trembled slightly, and the sentence "Senior" was spoken directly into his heart.

"What's wrong? Mr.3-senpai?"

Yamato looked at Mr.3 who was trembling slightly strangely, not knowing what was wrong with him.

"Ahem...since you call me senior, it seems necessary for me to take care of you as an apprentice."

Mr.3's face turned red, he coughed a few times, and then spoke seriously.

"You guys can't get out of the Baroque Studio, can you?"

Bucky looked at Mr.3 and didn't know where to start complaining.

"Oh! Okay, Mr. 3-senpai!"

Yamato cooperated with the other party's heckles.

"Well, as a professional killer, you must observe everything around you, and I did see that straw hat boy! He was personally escorted down by the prison's top commander and warden Magellan!

The last person sent down by Magellan personally was...the captain of the second division of the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"So I can tell you with all my heart, if you want to be tall, you can't be in the first four floors!"

Mr.3 shows good reasoning and judgment skills. Since a big shot like Magellan was dispatched, it would be too hasty to be imprisoned in a place like the third or fourth floor. It must be a deeper floor.

"I see. If that's the case, we can just rush all the way to the fifth floor, right?!"

Yamato nodded slightly towards Mr. 3. Now that he has a clear goal, it is very simple.

"Yamato, what do you decide to do?"

Ace also nodded to Mr. 3, and he quite agreed with what the other person said.

"Rush directly to the fifth floor."

Yamato thought for a while and then spoke to Ace.

"good!"

After hearing what Yamato said, Ace stood up and stretched his muscles.

"I have already rested."

Jinbei nodded gently towards everyone. After a short rest, he basically recovered all his strength.

"Okay! Then let's move forward!"

Yamato said, and a layer of dark armed-colored Haki wrapped around his hand.

"Hey hey hey! What do you want to do?"

Bucky looked at the color of Yamato's weapons, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Of course it's going down fast!"

Yamato stuck out his tongue slightly at Bucky, and then punched the prison floor.

"boom!"

Along with a roar, the deep sea prison Level 2 Beast Hell and Level 3 were directly punched through.

"ah?"

Mr.3 was floating in the air, feeling the natural feeling of falling, and his expression was in a trance.

"bump!"

Not long after, Mr.3 felt a pain in his head, and they finally fell into Level 3 famine hell.

"Isn't your way to Level 3 too hardcore?"

Mr.3 asked Yamato loudly, his head was still buzzing.

"Okay, let's continue to Level 4 now!"

Regardless of Mr. 3's inquiry, Yamato once again attached the weapon-colored Haki to his hand.

"Stop! The Level 4 Scorching Hell is different from other levels. There is a submarine volcano connected there! If you do this again, we may fall directly into the magma and die!"

Mr.3 hugged Yamato's arm with all his strength, preventing Yamato's arm from falling.

"It's okay Mr. 3-senpai! I can fly!"

Yamato smiled softly at Mr.3.

"But I can't fly!"

Mr.3 shook his head at Yamato. He knew that the people in front of him, including the fat man from the fish-men tribe, had the means to stay in the air, but he did not.

"Huh? Is this going to be difficult?"

Yamato was a little confused after hearing what Mr. 3 said.

"I can pick you up! Fly with you!"

After thinking for a while, Yamato pulled up Mr. 3, who was thin and about the same size as when Yamato was five years old.

"ah……"
To be continued...