Chapter 380: Rescuing Bon Clay

HxH: God of Choice System

As Mr. 3 approached Bon Clay’s cell, the latter couldn’t hide his shock.

“Mr. 3, how did you get here?” Bon Clay asked disbelief etched on his face.

“I came to rescue you,” Mr. 3 replied, a determined look in his eye.

Bon Clay’s heart swelled with gratitude. He had never expected his former comrade to take such a risk for him.

Impel Down was known for its impenetrability. Few had ever succeeded in rescuing a prisoner from its clutches.

But now, as Mr. 3 stood before him, Bon Clay felt a glimmer of hope.

Using his Devil Fruit powers, Mr. 3 made a key and effortlessly unlocked Bon Clay’s seastone handcuffs.

At long last, Bon Clay was free. He breathed a sigh of relief and basked in the feeling of finally being able to move freely again, the weight of his confinement lifted from his shoulders.

With a pat on the back, Mr. 3 reminded Bon Clay, “I couldn’t have done it without BOSS’ help. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have even made it to the third level, let alone be able to rescue you.”

As pirates, the sea was their true home, not the dreary prison walls of Impel Down. And now, thanks to Mr. 3’s bravery, Bon Clay was one step closer to returning to it.

Bon Clay’s eyes lit up upon hearing the news. “Boss? You mean Crocodile, the President of Baroque Works? Where is he?”

However, Bon Clay looked left and right, but there was no sign of Crocodile’s presence.

Mr. 3 explained, “Mr. 2, the boss I’m referring to is this man standing next to me, not Crocodile. Allow me to introduce you to him. This is Allan.”

Bon Clay examined Allan with interest, wondering who he was and why Mr. 3 would become his subordinate.

Allan stepped forward, offering his hand and a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Bon Clay. My name is Allan. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Mr. 3 added, “Bon Clay, I was imprisoned on the second floor before Allen saved me. That’s why he’s my new boss. I follow his orders now. As for Crocodile, he’s currently locked up on the sixth floor.”

Bon Clay nodded, newfound respect in his gaze as he looked at Allan. He shook Allan’s hand and said, “Thank you for saving Mr. 3. I owe you a debt of gratitude. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“In that case, would you like to join me in causing some chaos here?” Allen asked.

Without hesitation, Bon Clay eagerly replied, “Absolutely! I’d love to join in on the fun.”

The reason was simple – to repay Alan for rescuing him, and also to vent the resentment he had accumulated from being imprisoned in this place for so long. He had long harbored the desire to seek revenge against the Marine.

So, when Allan invited him to join in the commotion, he eagerly accepted. Allan explained that their goal was to use this opportunity to leave Impel Down with the help of everyone’s strength.

Bon Clay finally understood, and his respect for Allan deepened. He secretly wondered if following this man could be his chance to escape from Impel Down.

Just then, a group of soldiers stumbled upon them. Allan prepared to fight, but Bon Clay stepped forward first. “Let me handle this. It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to stretch my muscles.”

Allan nodded, curious to see Bon Clay’s strength in action.

In a flash, Bon Clay charged at the soldiers with lightning speed. He quickly employed his martial arts, a unique fighting style created by the Okama, and knocked out all of the soldiers with ease.

Mr. 3 watched in amazement, commenting, “Mr. 2 has been locked up on the third floor for so long, I never would have guessed he had such power. He’s truly worthy of being a member of the Baroque Works.”

Allan was equally impressed with Bon Clay’s performance. Grinning, he remarked, “Looks like those Marine guys are in for some trouble now.”

Bon Clay approached, asking, “Where are we headed? Up or down?”

Alan replied, “We’re going to take on the fourth floor first, then the fifth, and finally the sixth. Our ultimate goal is to release all the pirates on each floor and stir up more trouble.”

Bon Clay warned, “The fourth floor is the Blazing hell, with even worse conditions than here. If we let the pirates loose there, it’ll be even more chaotic, and the marines will definitely have a headache.”

Alan pondered for a moment before asking, “Is there anyone from the Baroque Works society being held on the fourth floor?”

Bon Clay replied, “I remember Daz Bones was imprisoned there.”

Alan exclaimed, “Daz Bones? Is he M.1?”

“That’s him,” Bon Clay confirmed.