I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1895  Freedom Is Near

In an all white space, a man was currently doing pushups with his legs to the ground and his body suspended above his head. His body was covered in a thick layer of sweat that slowly dropped down towards his chin before making a flash on the surface below. Thean's muscles were jagged and pronounced, and his entire demeanor calm. Years of solitude will do that for you. The man was in a see-through prison box within an enormous white dome-shaped space. The solitary box had ample space for all his excesses, and the dome shaped space out of it was even larger in comparison. If you ask him, it's all a waste of space since he could never leave the box they put him in. The clock on the dome wall facing him was the only way he could tell the time in this white hell hole. Sometimes, watching the news on the TV also made things interesting. Mind you, things like TV and the clock weren't in his box but were within the dome-shaped space. All he could do was watch everything through the see-through space. He only got 4 hours of TV time a day, 4 hours he treasured more than anything else. Looking at the time, the man calmly stopped his workout. And right on time, the dome's white doors opened and in came a face thean was very familiar with. "Jones, time to eat." "Ahh… Rowen, I was beginning to think you've forgotten all about me, seeing as I haven't seen you in a month now." Marlo teased. Marlo Jones, Aka the Baker, a human-flesh eater, and one of the most famous and dangerous pirates to ever grace the seas, was staying in this impenetrable prison cell, courtesy of the Baymardians. . n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Marlo squinted his eyes with a hint of playfulness. "You say it's meal time, but why hasn't my meal popped out yet? Rowen remained expressionless. "That's because today, you'll be doing your physical…And Jones, no funny business, or you'll get snapped. You got that?" "Ouch… We won't want that to happen to little old me, now would we?" Marlo continued–

"Don't worry. I won't eat the hands of your precious female doctor. I promise."

Rowen scoffed, before snapping his fingers, signaling for over 70 prison guards to swarm in. Marlo didn't blink an eye when he saw the entourage that came in just for his trip to the doctor. "Alright Marlo, you know the drill. Lay on your belly, keep your hands and legs apart." Marlo did as told with a coy smile on his lips. He has been tranquilized more than enough times to know that resistance gets him nowhere. What he hated the most was getting hit with those things that made him fall asleep for who knows how long, before waking up in full blown hunger. After many years of staying in captivity here, he knew that trying to escape without any concrete plan would only leave things worse for him. Click. Handcuffs were placed around his wrists and ankles, and he was quickly assisted back on his feet. And soon, he was taken out of his box, out of the white dome and soon out of the sector he was in. In the past, the doctors would have to come all the way to his cell to do checks and whatnot. But the more behaved he became the more accepting it was to have him do his checkups in the prison hospital. Of course, during the time for checkups, a large ball-shaped metal glove would be placed around his fisted hands. This way, with his hands and fingers fisted and hidden, he won't have a chance of stealing any needles or quickly grabbing any objects to attack. Anyway, during checkups, over 20 guards were watching intently. So even if he picked up a syringe with his teeth, they would know. Marlo wasn't overly concerned with the visit to the doctor. What he looked forward to, was the 1 hour time he was given after that to mingle with a few other prisoners from the lower sectors. In particular, he was looking forward to seeing his brother Whitebeard. Whiteboard had his own clique of prisoners under his control, and was one of the leading powerhouses in his sector. The former Prince Eli Barn and Conner Barn also had forces of their own too. Look… even the famous Yazmu, a too TOEP assassin had a group of his own in here. Of course, since Whiteboard and Yazmu were both TOEP members, they never went up against each other. … With a calm smile, Marlo allowed himself to get checked, and when he was done, they were even kind enough to give him a marshmallow that melted in his mouth. Awwww~

How cute. The stunning female doctor was being nice. But should he say that he was still thinking of eating her well cared hands later? After that, he was left in the outdoor area, watching some people play basketball, and others wrestle each other like pigs. Tsk. Prison life here sure was something else. But enough mind wondering. Whiteboard had already appeared on the opposite side of the field, and was making his way towards him alongside his group. The moment Whitebeard sat, everyone else took several steps back, acting normal while giving them their space. "Brother…" Whitebeard's voice was hoarse but still filled with excitement. "Brother, is it true? Has the time finally come?" Marlo nodded. "December or January, give or take, our freedom will be guaranteed. Seeing Whiteboard" Freedom!!!

Whitebeard's eyes glowed intensively when thinking of leaving this bloody thing and sailing out on the seas once more. To be honest, prison life here wasn't so different from life in a training camp. But it's the freedom to go as he pleased, the freedom to venture into people's homes, raid and rob their wives, steal and head for the seas.

It was the freedom to know that he came from a powerful place and could bloody well do as he pleased. Hahahahahaha~

Whitebeard laughed merrily when knowing their leave to leave was fast approaching.

Looking at the patrolling guards standing on the prison walls, he could already foresee himself stepping on their faces when the time comes. 'Revenge… Revenge… I must have my revenge!'