“Food festival, dessert feast?”
“Captain Rocks! The Queen of Pleasure Street has always been mingling with the Six Kings. Why would she suddenly invite us?”
“Could it be a trap?”
“Are you saying the Six Kings… no, it’s now the Four Kings, hahahaha!”
“Those four old fools, setting a trap at Pleasure Street?”
“Do they have the guts?”
“Captain, should we go?”
Sitting at the head of the table, the 37-year-old Rocks, his hair having changed from the blonde of his youth to black, appeared more composed and reserved. Holding the flyer from Pleasure Street for a while longer, he smirked, “Do you need to ask? Even if it’s a trap, we’ll crush all four of them in one go!”
“Oh!” Cheers erupted.
Beside Rocks, a blue-haired youth frowned slightly and said, “We can go, but we should bring our new companion Shiki. If it gets too dangerous, we need to retreat. I don’t want to see any of our comrades injured.”
Rocks rolled his eyes.
The pirates burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, Vice-Captain Chrisis, you’re being cautious again…”
“Hehe, but of course, Shiki’s ability is incredibly convenient!”
Among the pirates, the 19-year-old Golden Lion Shiki, who had recently joined the Rocks Pirates, laughed shyly along with the others.
…
Nine days later, at Pleasure Street.
The so-called food festival was a grand food street exhibition, with the Queen of Pleasure Street using her connections to invite top chefs from all over the four seas and the Grand Line to cook various specialty dishes.
Thus, the stalls at the food festival were usually named after regions, like East Blue Sukiyaki, West Blue Grilled Fish, New World Intestine Sashimi.
Among these stalls, one that opened eight days ago bore an eye-catching and peculiar name—Prison BBQ!
For pirates, the name was quite off-putting, but some contrarians insisted on trying it. Those who did left completely satisfied, eager to return, but the odd owner didn’t accept repeat customers or take-out orders, much to their frustration.
If this weren’t Pleasure Street, they would have trashed the place and taken the owner onto their ship.
Inside this BBQ stall, there was also a special rule or rather a game fitting its name—Prison.
“Escape technique.” Figo demonstrated to a group of pirates—he handcuffed his left wrist to his right, showing his locked hands and letting the pirates check the lock’s sturdiness.
After the pirates confirmed it was secure, his right hand suddenly shook, and the lock opened, freeing his right hand, leaving the pirates stunned.
“Oh? Interesting!”
“How did you do that?”
The pirates couldn’t see the trick.
“You can all try. If any of you can escape from the lock, the meal is free. If not, you just pay the original price,” Figo told them.
It was a no-lose situation. Being in Pleasure Street, they weren’t afraid Figo would do anything, so they eagerly tried one by one, using various methods to escape but failed each time. Without Figo using a key, with just a shake of his left wrist, the pirates were freed from the cuffs, much to their amazement.
No one figured out the trick, and they left, paying and curious.
In his mind, Figo dismissed the prison files, thinking, “Thank you for your patronage.”
Escape technique? Once cuffed, they couldn’t escape even to the ends of the earth!
At the door, Linlin endured her hunger, feeling she couldn’t hold on much longer.
Of course, Figo wasn’t restricting her; she was controlling herself, saving her appetite for tomorrow’s dessert feast, afraid that once she started eating Figo’s BBQ, she wouldn’t be able to stop, making it impossible to enjoy her favorite sweets the next day.
Enduring hunger and overcoming her eating disorder was a common CP0 training. She was often chained with heavy locks, struggling until she fainted from hunger.
After five years, she had some self-control, but after a month away from CP0, she was almost back to her old self, feeling like she’d starve if she missed one meal.
‘Sweets, sweets…’
‘Distract yourself…’
She looked at Figo’s handcuffs.
[Prisoner: Charlotte Linlin]
[Level: SSR2]
[Status: Escaped]
[Crime Index: 17]
[Capture Participation: 100%]
[Rewards: Observation Haki +850]
[Character Event 1 (Activated): Help Charlotte Linlin or allow her to eat the Giant Tribe’s special caramel puff pastry again]
[Character Event 2: Not Activatable]
[Core Event: Not Activatable]
Linlin had also tried Figo’s “escape technique” many times in the past few days but couldn’t break free, even with her brute strength.
The handcuffs weren’t just any handcuffs; they were high-quality seastone handcuffs, extremely tough.
How did Grandpa Figo do it? It’s so strange. I want to know so badly…
No, you can’t think about it, Linlin!
“Grandpa Figo, I want to eat meat! I’m starving!” Linlin clutched her clothes.
Figo smiled and said, “What, not planning to compete with me in the dessert feast tomorrow? What a pity. Then Grandpa Figo will have to eat your share too, haha.”
Linlin puffed her cheeks, feeling conflicted.
“What a cute little girl.” Suddenly, a voice of praise came from outside the store, and a shadow enveloped Linlin by the door.
Linlin looked up in surprise.
Outside was a rotund, ball-like fat old man, over five meters tall, with a kind face, thick white eyebrows arched slightly, smiling warmly at Linlin.
“Such a tall grandpa.” Linlin, distracted, couldn’t help but marvel. As she grew, fewer people required her to look up.
The fat old man laughed, “Little girl, you’ll be taller than me someday. How old are you?”
“Ten.”
“How wonderful. My granddaughter was as cute as you when she was young,” the fat old man said, looking at Figo. “Please roast me a ton of meat.”
Figo glanced at him, smiled, and said, “I don’t have that much. This place has a limited supply. Each person gets a maximum of 100 pounds of meat, and no takeout.”
The fat old man pouted childishly.
“How stingy. Can’t you make an exception? At my age, every meal counts.”
“No exceptions. Be glad you get to eat at all,” Figo said. “Want to play a game first? Escape technique. If you win, it’s free.”
The fat old man looked at the handcuffs on Figo’s wrist and chuckled, “I don’t want to court death. You’re too stingy, Gaston Figo. Can’t you even treat me to 100 pounds of meat?”
“Don’t want to court death, yet you came to my shop despite all the other stalls on the street?” Figo said.
The fat old man suddenly looked forlorn. “Maybe… life’s just too dull. Doesn’t matter anymore. No one around to talk to. At least you’re someone I can talk to, and this little girl is truly endearing. So cute.”
“Eh?” Linlin looked around. “Does Grandpa Fat know Grandpa Figo?”
The fat old man looked down at her, smiling kindly. “Yes, little girl.”
Figo turned and said, “Linlin, invite Grandpa Fat inside to sit. I’ll go roast the meat.”
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