Chapter 222: The Most Dangerous Safe Place! The Flamingo's Shadow and the Ambush
The guards throughout the underground dungeon were completely stunned by this terrifying, counter-intuitive scene, left petrified in shock.
"Move!"
Sabo gave a low shout and was the first to charge into the enemy ranks, turning into a blur.
The elite Revolutionary Army soldiers following behind him quickly recovered from their shock, pouncing on the guards—who hadn't yet reacted—like tigers descending a mountain.
In just a few breaths, the remaining guards in the dungeon were swiftly and cleanly taken care of.
Sabo strode to the torture rack, brandishing the sturdy steel pipe in his hand.
He smashed the heavy shackles locking up several Revolutionary Army intelligence agents.
"Clang—"
The broken chains fell into the puddle, splashing up bloody water.
Looking at the miserable, battered state of his comrades before him.
A trace of deep heartache flashed in Sabo's azure eyes.
These were unsung heroes who had silently lurked in the darkness to overthrow the corrupt regime.
Tatsuya, expressionless, held the black blade shusui upside down as he stood silently at the cell entrance, vigilantly scanning the surroundings for any movement.
The Revolutionary Army intelligence agents, who had already resolved to die and had not uttered a single word under torture, felt a hot spark of hope reignite in their dim, desperate eyes the moment they saw the Chief of Staff leading the team himself.
"Chief of Staff Sabo..."
The lead intelligence agent's voice was hoarse as he struggled to stand straight.
"Don't move, save your strength."
Sabo quickly reached out to support him, getting straight to the point.
"Where is that core ledger? I will lead you to break out of the royal city, and we will find it together!"
To Sabo's surprise, the lead intelligence agent shook his head gently.
On his face, covered in blood and grime, he struggled to pull off a weak yet somewhat smug smile.
He raised his trembling, scarred arm and pointed towards the deepest part of the underground dungeon.
"Chief of Staff, there is no need to risk exposure to search above..."
The intelligence agent coughed twice and said in a low voice, "That ledger is right here in this dungeon level."
Seeing the confusion in Sabo's eyes, the agent explained the reason.
It turned out that when they realized their movements had been completely exposed and the assassination unit was about to surround their secret base.
In order to protect this top-secret intelligence that countless comrades had exchanged their lives for.
They utilized the enemy's blind spot, firmly believing that "the most dangerous place is the safest place."
On the way to being imprisoned, the intelligence agent had secretly hidden the ledger in the private room of this dungeon's warden.
The enemy had been searching everywhere, digging three feet deep inside and outside the royal city.
Yet they would never have guessed that what they were desperately searching for was right under their noses, where the prisoners were kept.
Hearing this thrilling plan, Sabo's eyes were filled with admiration.
He highly praised the wit and composure they had displayed in such a desperate situation.
Under the agent's guidance, Sabo and Tatsuya escorted the wounded and quickly arrived at the end of the corridor.
There stood a luxurious, heavy wooden door that looked out of place in the gloomy environment; it was the warden's office.
Sabo did not stand on ceremony; his eyes turned cold as he raised his long leg and kicked out with powerful force.
"Bang—Crack!"
The heavy solid wood door instantly shattered under the kick, turning into wood chips flying everywhere.
The earth-shattering sound of the door breaking completely shattered the unsightly "spring scene" inside.
In the spacious and luxurious office, the pot-bellied warden with a face full of fat was pressing down hard on a disheveled young female prison guard.
The two of them were engaged in primal activity on the large mahogany desk.
The files and wine glasses on the table were knocked over and scattered all over the floor.
"Ah—!"
The sudden, loud noise startled the female prison guard, causing her to let out a piercing scream.
She pushed the warden away in terror, scrambling to pull her torn uniform together, and shrank into the corner of the room, shivering.
In this gloomy and bloody dungeon, the warden, whose good time had been interrupted, was instantly enraged.
"Which tired-of-living piece of trash dares to disturb my good time!"
The warden turned his head, face flushed, while pulling up his pants, ready to curse loudly.
However, the vicious profanities hadn't even had a chance to slide out of his throat before they were stuck there.
The warden locked eyes with the pair of extremely cold eyes outside the door.
One pair was Sabo's azure eyes, burning with monstrous rage.
The other pair was Tatsuya's, in which his Sharingan was slowly rotating.
The tangible, terrifying killing intent instantly turned into a cold tide, completely enveloping the entire room.
The warden felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice cave, his fat body trembling uncontrollably and violently.
He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't even utter a single syllable of mercy.
Watching his loyal and brave comrades outside the corridor suffering inhuman torture, covered in blood and gore.
And this warden, who managed the dungeon, was hiding here at the same moment, wallowing in debauchery and pleasure-seeking.
The anger in Sabo's chest was almost about to materialize and gush out.
He didn't waste a single word.
His figure flashed suddenly, and he lunged to the front of the office desk like a cheetah.
The steel pipe in his hand, wrapped in deep Armament Haki, struck mercilessly right in the middle of the warden's fat, terrified face.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound of bones breaking, the warden's fat, heavy body was sent flying like a cannonball fired from a chamber.
He smashed through the expensive oil painting and the hard brick wall behind him, embedding himself deep into the pile of rubble, and passed out on the spot with his eyes rolling back.
With the crisis averted, the battered Revolutionary Army intelligence agent forced his weak body to stand and limped into the messy room.
Relying on his memory, he skillfully fumbled to the bookshelf in the corner and opened a very hidden compartment.
Accompanied by a "click" sound.
The intelligence agent successfully took out the black ledger stained with specks of blood and excitedly handed it to Sabo.
"Well done, mission accomplished."
Sabo tucked the ledger away, turned around, and waved his hand.
"Everyone, cover the wounded, prepare to return the way we came, and leave this underground dungeon immediately!"
The Revolutionary Army elites quickly formed a formation, protecting the wounded in the center, and retreated quickly along the passage they had come from.
However, just as they turned a corner and were about to reach the exit leading up from the dungeon, a sudden change occurred.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The originally dim and narrow passage entrance ahead suddenly lit up with dense torches.
The leaping firelight illuminated the entire exit as if it were daytime.
Immediately after, heavy and dense footsteps rushed in from all directions like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, the entire dungeon exit and the stairs above were blocked completely.
Standing before them were no longer just those heavily armed, iron-blooded Royal Guards.
On both sides and behind those regular troops stood a large number of ferocious-looking outlaws holding various deadly weapons.
And the most oppressive figure standing at the very front of this massive allied force was a tall, thin silhouette.
The man wore a wide feather coat with an iconic flamingo pattern, had exaggerated face paint, and held a slender Western-style sword in his hand.
He stood under the torchlight like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue.
The lackey of the New World's underworld king—one of the top executives of the Donquixote Family, Diamante!
Looking at the unique feather coat attire before him,
Tatsuya's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized the person's identity at a glance.
Heh, what a coincidence.
"Fufufufu..."
Diamante stood on a high platform, looking down at the Revolutionary Army members trapped in the dead end, and let out a cold, piercing laugh,
"What a touching group of guys."
"Our Young Master had already guessed that you rats would definitely come back to save these half-dead bugs."
Diamante casually spun his Western-style sword.
His sword tip pointed directly at Sabo and Tatsuya below, his face full of cruel mockery:
"Hand over the smuggling ledger."
"This place is a death trap carefully prepared specifically for you Revolutionary Army."
"Today, none of you will leave this dungeon alive!"
Facing this inescapable net of encirclement and an elite allied force ten times their size.
Sabo not only did not retreat in the slightest, but instead took a step forward, gripping the steel pipe in his hands tightly.
There was no fear in his azure eyes, only a fanatical fighting spirit that was burning brighter and brighter.
And beside him, Tatsuya's actions were more direct.
He slowly raised his right hand, and in the suffocating, murderous atmosphere, he drew the black blade shusui with its dark red wavy blade pattern from his waist inch by inch.
Tatsuya lowered his head slightly; on his originally handsome and cold face, the curve of his mouth became increasingly wild and unscrupulous.
"Whether it's a death trap or not, it's too early to draw conclusions now..."
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