One Piece: Shanks' Little Jasmine

Chapter 149 The Little White Flower is Here!

"You, come with me."

After the leading officers left, the man looked at Moko again and said, Chunhe grabbed Moko's clothes in fear, her eyes full of worry and unease. Moko patted Chunhe's hand reassuringly and put Ella into Chunhe's arms.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, Ella. Protect Chunhe."

"Woo-mi~"

Ella patted her chest with her chubby paws, assuring Moko that she could rest assured. No ordinary person could match Ella's strength; even many Devil Fruit users might not be able to defeat her. Moko was completely at ease leaving Ella to protect Chunhe.

Chunhe clung to the railing until she could no longer see Moke. Then, she knelt on the ground, completely exhausted. She knew that Miss Moke was not as weak as she appeared, but how could she let Miss Moke face so many beasts alone in this situation?

"Woo-mi~"

Ella gently patted the girl's head. This tenderness was as comforting as the soothing touch of Moko. Chunhe tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to spill, and hugged Ella tightly. Her petite body trembled slightly in the dark dungeon, and her face was buried in Ella's soft fur, as if she was looking for a trace of comfort and strength.

It will be alright, Miss Moko will be alright, God, please bless the gentle Miss Moko...

The dungeon was deep and dark, with light as thin as a thread. In the dim light, the foul smells of decay, dampness and rust mingled and swirled, making it unbearable and causing one to involuntarily furrow one's brow and hold one's breath.

Moko followed behind the man, step by step deeper into the dungeon. Each staircase was hidden in the darkness at the end of the prison corridor. Whether going to the upper or lower level, one had to pass through that long prison corridor. The exposed prison corridor stifled any thought of escape.

Every cell on both sides of the prison corridor was filled with people, men, women, young and old. Although there were some strong individuals, most were ordinary people. Living in such a dark environment for a long time, the slightest noise would frighten the prisoners into cowering in a corner. Despite their fear, the prisoners still wore smiles on their faces. This scene was particularly eerie no matter how you looked at it.

The side effects of artificial Devil Fruits... Moko already knew roughly about the smile from Yamato. She had considered that it might be due to incomplete acquisition of Devil Fruit abilities, but she never expected it to be an artificial Devil Fruit. Was he planning to create a powerful artificial Devil Fruit army? So during the period of national isolation, Kaido did all sorts of things, but he did nothing human. His indifference and trampling on life really angered her.

As Moko was lost in thought, a piercing scream suddenly shattered the silence, like a bolt of lightning in the night sky, instantly pulling Moko's thoughts from the distant horizon back to the cold reality.

The screams came from the end of the cell corridor. Had they unknowingly reached the lowest level of the dungeon?

At the end of the deep, dark prison corridor, a heavy iron door stood imposingly, its surface covered in bloodstains like dried tear stains, mottled and horrifying. Behind the door, chilling screams echoed continuously.

A call from hell.

Only one guard stood expressionless at the door, unmoved by the horrific screams, as if he had long been accustomed to all the suffering behind this door. When he saw the two approaching, he pointed his scimitar directly at them.

"Stop right there, what are you doing?"

"We knew that the esteemed person above was coming, so I specially found a beautiful woman for him, just to make him happy."

As he spoke, the man approached the guard and slipped a few gold pieces into his hand. The guard, seeing how cooperative the man was, nodded in satisfaction. He had seen many men send women to curry favor with their superiors, but this was the first time he had ever seen a woman this beautiful. It seemed he had really gone all out.

"You all know the rules, right?"

"Yes, yes, don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't listen to what you shouldn't hear. I understand."

The man's obsequious demeanor was a stark contrast to his previous arrogant official attitude. Mo Ke remained silent, listening quietly to the two chattering away. More than their conversation, Mo Ke was concerned about what was behind the iron gate. The stench of blood was overwhelming; such a strong smell of blood couldn't be emitted by just one or two people.

In this world, whether it's the navy or pirates, their methods of treating enemies and prisoners are almost completely different. However, there are a few exceptions whose methods of treating prisoners are chilling, and Kaido's forces are one of them.

"Just a friendly reminder, but that person isn't in a good mood today. They might go too far. And their bed partner is here too, so watch your words."

The guard spoke in a low voice, glancing furtively at the iron gate. The man nodded in understanding, grasped the guard's hand, and slipped a few more gold coins into his hand.

"Thank you for the reminder, sir. I will remember it." The man's voice was extremely obsequious, and his manner of handling things was very sophisticated.

"Alright, go in."

The guard weighed the gold in his hand, satisfied, and stuffed it into his pocket. He then opened the iron gate, and the moment it opened, a strong stench of blood wafted out, and the screams of agony grew louder.

The man had no time to be afraid. He led Moko inside, his chance to get promoted and make a fortune right in front of him. At that moment, he didn't think about his own life or death.

Walking down the short corridor and around a corner, a horrific scene came into view. The gloomy cell was filled with all sorts of torture instruments, and the surrounding walls were covered with mottled bloodstains. Under the dim light, several mangled figures hung on racks, their heads bowed, their bodies swaying slightly in the cold wind of the dungeon, their breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible. They seemed like ghosts hovering on the edge of life and death, making one wonder if they were still alive.

The air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood and an atmosphere of despair, a microcosm of hell on earth that sent chills down one's spine and made one afraid to look directly at it.

Upon seeing this scene, the man seemed to finally remember his own life and death. His legs began to tremble, and he almost lost his balance, so he grabbed the wall for support. The bloody scene was nauseating, but the man still managed to suppress the urge to vomit. He then immediately turned his gaze elsewhere, afraid that he would vomit at any moment.

This scene would terrify any ordinary person, but when the man saw Moko, whose expression remained unchanged, his shock was etched onto his face. No, this woman wasn't afraid at all? Was she a monster?

There was another woman in a kimono in the cell. She turned around after hearing the sound. When she saw Moko's beautiful face, her jealous face twisted into a distorted shape in an instant. She was really disgusted by these guys who sent women to Lord Jin. How could these lowly women be worthy of Lord Jin? This face that only knows how to seduce Lord Jin should be scratched.

"Now that it's here, get out."

The woman spoke angrily, while the man wiped his sweat with his sleeve and stepped forward obsequiously, "My lord, when do you think Lord Jin will return?"

"Snapped!"

The woman suddenly lashed the man with her whip, causing him to howl in pain. The woman showed no mercy, looking at the man as if he were an ant. "What right does a lowly commoner like you have to see Lord Jin? Don't you even know if you're worthy before you speak? And you, why don't you kneel before me!"

The woman suddenly turned her fierce gaze to Moke. Moke glanced at the woman indifferently and looked away again. This attitude of not taking the woman seriously completely enraged her. The woman took a few steps forward, as if possessed by a madwoman, and violently pulled Moke down the steps.

In an instant, Moko's gorgeous kimono was stained with shocking bloodstains, and her exquisite hair ornaments shattered in the violent impact, breaking in two and scattering all over the ground. The pearls that once shone with a warm luster were now scattered and rolled on the dusty and filthy ground, their lustrous light completely obscured by the surrounding filth.

Noticing the watchful gaze from the shadows, Moko did not resist, letting herself be thrown down those few steps. The air seemed to echo with the dull sound of bones colliding with the stone surface. Her once fair and jade-like ankles were instantly covered with shocking redness and bruises from the violent impact, and her skin appeared as if it had been scorched by a raging fire, with an unnatural blush.

Beneath her delicate skin, bluish veins stood out, a sight that spoke volumes about the pain she must be in. A faint smell of blood permeated the air, mingling with the delicate floral fragrance emanating from the girl, creating a heartbreaking contrast.

Moko's eyes were red and swollen, but she forced herself not to fall. She just bit her lower lip tightly, enduring the sudden pain and humiliation. Moko was born delicate and beautiful, but now she was thrown into the blood and filth. Her exquisite kimono was covered with bloodstains, and she looked particularly weak and helpless. Her pitiful appearance made people feel sorry for her.

Moko could easily avoid such petty squabbles, but since the people in the shadows wanted to test her, she could just put on a show for them. It's not like anyone can't act.

She was so beautiful that even the woman almost fell for Moko's beauty. After regaining her senses, she was overcome with uncontrollable anger and lashed out at Moko with a barbed whip.

As if enraged, the whip didn't strike Moko, but grazed her body instead. The pearls around her were struck by the immense force and turned to dust. The remaining force affected Moko's kimono, tearing several long rips in the already filthy garment.

Mo Ke raised an eyebrow. So close, and she couldn't even hit her before she even moved. Was this the so-called "outline master"? She couldn't even control her own temper, sending someone like this to test her. She couldn't even muster the energy to play around.

"Damn it, you lowly commoner, I'm going to kill you."

The woman, already furious, became even more enraged after seeing Moke's mocking gaze. She picked up the whip and tried to lash it out at Moke again, but the whip seemed to be hooked by something and wouldn't budge. The woman turned around angrily, and upon seeing the person behind her, her distorted face immediately transformed into another expression.

"Lord Jin, you're back~"

Her affected voice and ever-changing expressions were faster than turning the pages of a book; Moko almost clapped.

"What are you doing!"