NOVEL WEB Chapter 301: 300 Loots and Prisoner
Back then, Lynch had taken advantage of Jack's inexperience as a new recruit in the Beasts Pirates, using underhanded tactics to humiliate him.
But now?
After years of training, he, Jack, was invincible!
Even if he couldn't defeat Lynch, he was confident he could at least rescue a few people.
Yes, Jack the Drought had that much faith in himself!
The name Silly Elephant wasn't just for show.
"How long ago did Lynch leave?" Jack grabbed Cyrus by the collar.
"They just left not long ago," Cyrus replied, pointing in the direction. "Their ship was loaded with a lot of supplies, so they shouldn't have gone far."
Jack burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Even the heavens are on my side!"
He released Cyrus and declared, "If we catch up to Lynch, this will be a great achievement for us!"
"Men! Set sail and chase after them!"
"Yes, Boss Jack!"
As Cyrus watched Jack's ship leave the port, he felt an unexpected sense of respect for the big guy.
To be this fearless in challenging Lynch his loyalty to Kaido must be absolute.
What Cyrus didn't know was that Jack wasn't brave just overly confident.
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Meanwhile, at sea…
Lynch sat calmly on the ship provided by Dressrosa, leisurely sailing across the waters.
Packed aboard with him were Doflamingo, Sugar, Pica, and the rest of the Donquixote executives completely under his control.
In addition to capturing Doflamingo and his executives, Lynch also seized a massive stockpile of supplies from Dressrosa.
Money, weapons, firearms—everything of value was taken.
Even materials used to synthesize artificial Devil Fruits were loaded aboard.
With so many goods and captives on board, they decided to take a ship back, knowing it would draw attention away from Dressrosa along the way.
Good thing I have the system's storage space, Lynch thought. Otherwise, I'd need at least 20 ships just to haul all this stuff…
But the most unexpected prize of all was Saint Monroe.
Inside the Ship's Prison
"Meow meow! Meow meow?"
In the dimly lit cabin, Tom Cat stood upright, gripping a leather whip, interrogating Saint Monroe, who was suspended by seastone chains.
"Meow meow meow!" Tom demanded again, his tail flicking impatiently.
Yet, no matter how long the questioning went on, Saint Monroe remained silent.
Growing frustrated, Tom snapped the whip
"CRACK!"
"AAAAAAHHH!!"
Saint Monroe shrieked in agony.
His face twisted in disbelief as he yelled, "You're interrogating me with a CAT?! What kind of nonsense is this?!"
"Meow meow meow?"
Crack!
Another lash.
The Celestial Dragon, pampered all his life, had never experienced such pain.
His screams echoed through the ship louder than a dying pig.
"Master Cat, stop! I really don't understand what you're saying!"
"If this isn't working, just call an interpreter! I'll confess everything!"
At that moment, Lynch walked in, took the whip from Tom Cat, and gave the little feline a pat on the head.
"How's it going? Still not talking?"
Tom Cat stood up straight, saluted, then raised a wooden sign:
"I don't know. He was barking too loudly, so I blocked my ears."
"You damn cat!"
Saint Monroe nearly exploded in anger. You can write?! Then why do you keep meowing all the time?!
Tom shot Monroe a condescending glance, as if saying: If I don't show you who's boss, how will you ever learn?
Lynch smirked. "I have to admit, I didn't expect a Celestial Dragon to have such a strong will."
With a swift motion, he cracked the whip
"SNAP!"
leaving a fresh, bloody mark on Monroe's body.
There was no need for mercy.
"AAAAAAH!" Monroe shrieked in pain.
"I'LL TALK! JUST STOP!"
"Good," Lynch said, pausing for two seconds before cracking the whip again.
"Then hurry up. Stop wasting time."
Saint Monroe was on the verge of breaking under the combined torment of the cat and its owner. He nearly screamed, "Just ask me already! How am I supposed to answer if you don't ask?!"
Lynch turned to Tom Cat, raising an eyebrow.
"You didn't ask him?"
Tom shook his head, shrugged, then took a slow puff of his cigar. As he exhaled, the smoke twisted into words in the air:
[I thought you asked.]
A moment of silence.
That was… awkward.
Saint Monroe had just been whipped several times for nothing. He clenched his jaw, furious but powerless.
Lynch chuckled. "Hahaha, well, a few extra whippings can be good for your health."
Saint Monroe forced a stiff smile, but deep inside, he seethed:
"Damn Emperorof West Blue… You dare humiliate me like this? I won't forget this!"
Thanks to Tom's ruthless interrogation, Lynch quickly got all the information he needed without lifting a finger.
What he learned:
The Donquixote family is not particularly powerful among the Celestial Dragons.
Among the Twenty Founding Families, they rank somewhere in the middle.
However, Monroe Saint's personal status is still fairly high.
Because the Celestial Dragons practice inbreeding to preserve their so-called "pure" bloodline, the current patriarch of the Donquixote family happens to be Saint Monroe's brother-in-law.
Trading him for supplies would likely yield a great return, but Lynch had other plans.
The interrogation lasted two hours.
"What are the twenty noble families of the Celestial Dragons?"
"Are there any true powerhouses among them?"
"Where is their hidden treasure vault?"
"Is Master Im beautiful? Does she have long legs?"
And most importantly
"She's an 800-year-old woman… does she still get her period?"
Saint Monroe broke down under Lynch's relentless and absurd questioning.
Once it was clear he had no more useful information, Lynch tied him up and dragged him into another room.
There, Doflamingo lay in the corner, restrained by a seastone chain around his neck.
His body was wrapped in bandages, only his eyes exposed.
One leg was gone forever.
Mingo's injuries were beyond severe—his bones were shattered, and his internal damage was worse than what could be seen on the outside.
Lynch had treated him just enough to keep him alive.
But without Tom Cat's intervention, even in his crippled state, Doflamingo still had enough fight left to turn the tables on Kuina.
Finally, Lynch locked a stinger collar around Saint Monroe's neck and placed the remote control in Doflamingo's only three functional fingers.
"You have two choices before you."
"Choice 1: Die here, and your cadres die with you. Your long-cherished dream of revenge against the Celestial Dragons will be lost forever."
"Choice 2: Kill Saint Monroe yourself, and I will personally treat you restore you to your peak condition. But in return, you must become my subordinate and serve me wholeheartedly."
"Think carefully. At least we share the same goal to overthrow the Celestial Dragons and wipe out the scum ruling this world."
"You, who have always bowed to the Celestial Dragons, who were forced to cooperate with Kaido—you're not the type to die for pride, are you?"
"Your fate is in your hands. Is revenge more important than pride? Is dignity worth more than power?"
If Doflamingo kills Saint Monroe, there is no turning back.
Unless he has the protection of Lynch or one of the Four Emperors, the moment word spreads, the Celestial Dragons will hunt him down no matter the reason.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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