Bullett knew Ron was serious.
"Can you really get me out? And it's only three years?" Bullett asked solemnly.
Ron nodded.
"Yes."
"As long as you abide by the contract, in three years, I'll grant you freedom."
Bullett fell silent for a moment, then finally nodded.
"Fine, I'll sign."
As Bullett's pen touched the paper, the words on the contract scroll began to emit a dazzling light, then transformed into two streams of radiance that shot into the brows of Ron and Bullett.
The contract was officially established!
Ron formed his fingers into a sword and lightly swung—a sword aura cut through the air with a crisp hum, instantly slicing open the heavy iron door of the cell.
Under the impact of the sword intent, the iron door collapsed as if made of paper, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Bullett narrowed his eyes slightly as a trace of surprise flashing in his gaze.
However, Bullett's surprise lasted only a brief moment.
His attention was quickly drawn to what Ron held in his hand—strings of golden, sizzling meat skewers, their aroma permeating the air as if infusing it with deliciousness.
Bullett's throat moved involuntarily, a greedy glint in his eyes.
He hadn't tasted such delicacies in decades.
Now, forgetting all about a strong man's dignity, he rushed forward, grabbed the skewers, and began devouring them ravenously.
"Slow down, don't choke," Ron chuckled, watching Bullett's voracious eating.
With a casual wave, as if performing magic, he conjured another large pile of grilled meat from the air—beef, lamb, chicken wings, sausages... even a few skewers of roasted vegetables.
Bullett's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had found the world's most precious treasure.
Chewing loudly, he mumbled indistinctly.
"Goo... good! This is amazing!"
Where was the imposing image of the legendary "Devil's Heir" in Bullett at this moment?
His mouth was greasy, and he held several skewers of grilled meat in his hands, eating with such relish that it seemed as if the entire world had narrowed down to the feast before him.
Ron stood nearby, a faint smile on his face, as if all of this was within his expectations.
Nami and Robin stood a short distance away, watching the scene with shock and disbelief in their eyes!
They never imagined that Bullett, who had once struck fear into countless people, would join their crew over a barbecue meal!
It was so absurd it was hard to believe!
"This... this is just too exaggerated, isn't it?" Nami couldn't help but murmur softly, her tone tinged with a mix of helplessness and amusement.
"A legendary pirate, bought over with a single barbecue?"
Robin shook her head gently, a complex glimmer in her eyes. "Perhaps this is Ron's charm."
"The strong never yield, unless food and shelter are provided."
Ron, watching Bullett's satisfied expression, couldn't resist teasing him.
Hearing this, Bullett looked up, his mouth still stuffed with grilled meat, and mumbled indistinctly.
"You brat... I traded three years of freedom for this!"
Damn expensive!
Bullett could only eat like crazy as a way to get back at Ron!
Moreover, he had tested the power of the contract earlier, and just as he had suspected, he couldn't locate it anywhere.
Even his Haki had no target to dispel it.
And the moment he even thought of violating the contract, he instantly felt a chill on his neck, as if his head would be separated from his body the next second!
It was just unbelievable!
So he gave up on the idea of breaking the contract and resigned himself to protecting Ron for three years.
He wanted to see what this kid was really up to.
Daring to break into the Impel down to rescue someone—he was no ordinary person.
At least his life wouldn't be boring from now on!
He then took another big bite of a chicken leg, the rich aroma making him utterly captivated.
"Damn, this is the life!"
As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell on Ron. Perhaps this young man really could bring him some unexpected surprises.
"Don't think I'm a fool tempted by your barbecue," Bullett muttered under his breath, a hint of self-mockery in his tone.
"I just... don't want to waste any more time."
Ron smiled but said nothing more.
He knew that Bullett's choice wasn't entirely driven by a craving for food but by a longing for freedom.
And he was the one who could grant him that freedom.
Afterward, Ron and his group continued advancing through the sixth level of the prison.
The dim corridor echoed with their footsteps, the air thick with decay and oppression.
After a thorough search, they finally found Zoro and Sanji in a remote cell.
The two were bound by heavy chains, suspended in mid-air, their bodies covered in whip marks and bruises, clearly having endured brutal interrogation.
Zoro hung his head low, his green hair disheveled and covering his face, while Sanji kept his eyes tightly shut, a trace of dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
Their breathing was faint, as if they could collapse at any moment.
"Zoro! Sanji!" Nami cried out excitedly, her voice trembling with emotion.
She rushed forward, her eyes filled with anxiety.
Robin followed closely, her hands swiftly transforming into petals as she undid the chains binding the two.
Bullett stood to the side, still devouring the roasted meat in his hands in large bites, seemingly indifferent to everything happening before him.
However, Ron, however, keenly noticed that Bullett's aura was gradually strengthening, and his vital signs were rapidly recovering.
He nodded inwardly, sighing with admiration.
'As expected, the strong in the world of Pirates share a common trait: as long as they consume large amounts of food, they can quickly restore their stamina and even heal their injuries.'
Zoro and Sanji slowly opened their eyes.
Seeing Nami and Robin approach them, a flicker of surprise and concern crossed their gazes.
"Nami, Robin... why... why are you here?" Zoro said in a low, hoarse, and weary voice, yet still carrying a hint of his familiar stubbornness.
"It's too dangerous here."
"We're here to save you!" Nami and Robin said in unison, tears shimmering in their eyes.
Their voices were filled with joy and excitement, as if all their suffering had been rewarded in this moment.
Sanji forced a weak smile and murmured, "I knew... you would come to save us."
Though his voice was feeble, it still carried that familiar warmth and determination.
A moment later, Ron spoke up to remind them.
"We need to leave here quickly. Big Mom and the Marines are fighting fiercely outside. This is our only chance."
Zoro and Sanji's gazes fell upon Ron, their eyes filled with confusion.
They had never seen this person before and had no idea who he was.
As for the man who had been voraciously eating meat, he felt even more unfamiliar.
Seeing this, Nami quickly stepped in to introduce them.
"This is Douglas Bullet, the legendary 'Devil's Heir.' As for Ron..."