One Piece: Groudon the Beasts

Chapter 185 Hancock, you didn't want to either.

Chapter 185 Hancock, you didn't want to either.
In the dimly lit dungeon, charcoal fires burned.

Without a moment's delay, Qikara quickly prepared clean and beautiful tables and chairs, as well as high-quality red wine and food.

The girl pulled out a chair and bowed slightly.

"Lord Goode, please have a seat."

"Ah."

Goode sat down and took a small sip from his wine glass.

Ah, how bitter!

It has to be said that Chikara's housework skills are quite outrageous, making him feel the luxury of being a Celestial Dragon, which also shows how miserable the experience of a slave is.

We dare not make the slightest mistake.

I wonder how good Hancock's housekeeping skills are. Judging from the fact that the Celestial Dragons fed her the Devil Fruit, she's probably the kind of slave used for gladiatorial combat.

Goode put down his glass and looked at Hancock.

The woman had already woken up and was just quietly looking at him, her eyes showing no fear, but rather contempt.

It's a very annoying expression, but when contrasted with the woman's beauty, it gives one the urge to be trampled underfoot.

"Even as a prisoner, he's still so arrogant!"

Good was amused.

He finally understood: these silver medalists were all incredibly arrogant, daring to challenge even the Four Emperors.

Old Sand, Moria, and those arrogant brats, before they were beaten up, they would hardly have come to terms with reality.

Just need to clean up.

However...

The girl is as beautiful as a flower; one cannot be angry.

Goode spoke calmly.

"Chikara, take off your clothes."

"Yes, my lord."

Chika obediently took off her clothes.

After more than a year of recuperation, the girl's originally thin and frail body has gained a lot of weight. Not only has her chest changed from a screw to a big thunderbolt, but she has also developed a little belly.

"It's quite succulent."

Good pinched Chikara's little belly, and looking at the girl's gradually rosy cheeks, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This girl seems to have done a lot of work!

Should I lose weight?

Well, a little meat is good too.

"Turn around and flip your hair up."

"Ok!"

Chikara turned her body around, turning her back to Hancock on the rack, and then lifted her long hair to reveal the mark on her back.

"That is."

Hancock's pupils dilated, her face instantly lost all color, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably, making her a completely different person from the aloof empress she had been before.

Sky Soaring Dragon's Hoof!
Good waved his hand.

"Okay, get dressed."

"Okay, my lord."

Chika blushed as she put on her clothes.

Having been by Goode's side for over a year, she knew very well that Goode did not treat her as a slave, nor did he discriminate against her past; he treated her no differently than his other subordinates.

This made her extremely grateful.

The fear of being a slave gradually melted away in this warmth.

Goode stood up, walked over to Hancock, whose body was trembling, and reached out to pinch the woman's chin.

So beautiful—oops!
"Hehehe, I never expected that the Pirate Empress, who is known as the most beautiful woman in the world, would actually be a slave of the Celestial Dragons. If this news were sold to Morgans, he would definitely pay a high price."

“Morgans.”

Hancock trembled even more violently, and despair appeared in her eyes. If the outside world found out that she was a slave, the Celestial Dragons would definitely take her back.

She would rather die than return to that hopeless and miserable hell.

"It's really difficult to handle."

Goode threatened with a sly smile: "Boa Hancock, you don't want people to know that you were once a slave of the Celestial Dragons, do you?"

"This humble servant."

Hancock shook her head in fear.

"Snapped!"

He was slapped across the face.

Goode's gaze was icy.

"Explain yourself clearly. If the answer doesn't satisfy me, I won't hesitate to return you three sisters to the Celestial Dragons."

"don't want!!!"

Hancock's mouth was bleeding, but she felt no anger at being slapped in the face; all that remained in her heart was her deepest fear.

Only this one, no.

Tears fell.

The woman sobbed and pleaded, "Please, don't hand me over to the Celestial Dragons. I'll do anything."

"That's right."

Goode's expression softened considerably.

As a prisoner, you should have the awareness of a prisoner. Why pretend to be a big shot with him? Do you really think he will show you any mercy?

Yes, but only among our own people.

"Chikara, put her down."

"Yes!" The chains were released, and Hancock knelt limply on the ground, trembling with her arms crossed, without any thought of resistance.

Good picked up the red-hot branding iron.

"Take off her clothes."

"Yes."

Chikara nervously removed Hancock's clothes, revealing the woman's perfect body to Goode.

Wow—it's huge.

Goode took several deep breaths to suppress his rising anger.

Business matters!

stamp!

He needs it stamped!

"Well, let me think about it."

Good looked at the shape of the soldering iron and was a little dissatisfied. He reached out and kneaded the soldering iron, quickly shaping it into the shape of Groudon.

This is it!

Jie Jie Jie!

Hancock looked at Goode as he approached, especially at the branding iron in Goode's hand, and the image of her being enslaved subconsciously flashed through her mind.

no, do not want!

"Chikara, hold her down."

"Yes."

Chikara held Hancock down, reluctantly turning her head away.

"Don't move."

Goode snapped, aimed the branding iron at the Sky Dragon's Hoof on Hancock's back, and pressed it down without hesitation.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Blood and gore, sizzling and smoking!

Hancock screamed in agony, and the already injured girl quickly fainted. She was covered in sweat from exhaustion, and even her long hair was soaked and stuck messily to her skin.

After half an hour.

Hancock woke up, feeling a burning pain in her back, and bit her lip to keep quiet.

Goode sat at the tea table and glanced at the woman.

"Are you awake? Take a look for yourself."

Chikara, holding a mirror, squatted down next to Hancock.

Hancock stared blankly at the Groudon brand on her back, which had replaced the Sky Dragon's Hoof, in the mirror for a long time.

Because it was made casually, the brand doesn't look imposing at all. Instead, it looks like a child's doodle of a monster, with its claws outstretched and rather abstract.

And kind of cute!
After a long silence, the woman uttered two words.

"So ugly!"

An eerie silence fell over the cell.

Goode's face darkened, and he crushed the teacup in his hand with a "crack".

Damn woman, that's the Groudon brand he carefully sculpted.

Where is it ugly?
Ugh, what terrible taste!

Goode said coldly, "This brand is only to cover up your status as a slave. It does not mean that I want to enslave you, but your status as a prisoner remains unchanged."

As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, he possesses unique combat abilities, and if possible, he would naturally want to recruit him as a member of his forces.

Most importantly, this woman doesn't have the same ambition as Luffy and Kid, so it's actually possible to win her over.

Therefore, he doesn't intend to go too far.

Hancock bit her lip, hugged her knees and curled up like a little woman, and weak tears fell again.

Erasing the Celestial Dragons' mark would be a great favor to her. She had thought about erasing it in the same way, but she could never muster the courage to face it.

She finally escaped her status as a slave.

Goode frowned and said, "Tell me everything you know, how much does the World Government and the Navy know about us here!"

I don't know much.

Hancock was no longer arrogant.

A short while later, Goode led Chikara out of the cell.

Hancock didn't know much; the only useful intelligence was that the Navy had discovered the fortress under construction.

"Lord Goode."

Chika clutched Goode's sleeve, her legs trembling with fear, but her eyes were incredibly resolute.

"I also want to erase the marks on my back!"

"You want some too?"

Goode raised an eyebrow, expecting an inquiry.

Do you think it's ugly?