One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

Time passed minute by minute as the entire Donquixote Family waited inside the house.

"Doffy, the agreed time has already passed. Have these pirates called off the deal, or have they run into trouble themselves?"

"No need to rush. After the mass purge on Sabaody Archipelago, over ninety percent of those involved in the slave trade have been wiped out. The remaining ones are all desperate outlaws willing to risk everything."

Doflamingo had his feet propped up on the table, tilting his head back to stare at a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling.

"Now with that mysterious Marine unit sweeping across the seas, it's actually normal for them to be late."

...And most importantly, Doflamingo was bored right now.

So what if they had to wait?

He could always kill time by toying with those pirates later.

"So, we're even taking slave trading jobs now?"

Hearing this voice, Doflamingo froze.

For everyone else present, it was even more shocking.

They recognized it as Rosinante voice.

The problem was—this was only the second sentence Rosinante had spoken since joining the Donquixote Family.

His first words had been "I am Donquixote Rosinante" when reuniting with Doflamingo.

After that, he hadn't uttered a single word.

And now, he actually spoke up about this matter!?

In that instant, Doflamingo sensed something slightly off, but recalling his younger brother's past nature, he didn't dwell on it.

"Rosinante, I know you've always been a kind-hearted child since you were young, but... in this world today, whether working under the World Government, becoming a Marine, or turning pirate—kindness is the least needed quality."

"You... need to grow up now."

Though Doflamingo's tone remained flippant, one could detect a protective instinct toward his younger brother, attempting to guide him in his own way.

Even if his methods... had been thoroughly twisted from the very beginning.

Rosinante nodded, then subtly rolled his eyes while internally grumbling.

Is this about kindness!?

I'm just trying to arrest you quickly to save your life!

Deep down, Rosinante always feared Doflamingo.

Perhaps it stemmed from disgust at Doflamingo's actions, or maybe from the childhood trauma of witnessing him kill their father.

But he knew—no matter what, his elder brother was inherently destined to be a villain.

His only option was to complete Michael's mission before Doflamingo became irredeemable.

After speaking, Rosinante fell silent again.

He began calculating time in his head.

He'd already sent the coordinates to Michael...

Why wasn't he here yet?

As Rosinante's inner anxiety intensified, suddenly—the door latch clicked.

The next moment, the door was violently thrown open.

Seeing this, the Donquixote Family executives all revealed cold smirks, preparing to mock the tardy pirates—only to freeze when the one who enter weren't who they expected...

But a group of Marines!

All high-ranking Marine officers clad in Justice coats!

Even Doflamingo momentarily stiffened at this bizarre development before raising his hands to activate his powers.

"Whoosh!"

Instantly, a pure white flame took shape as a soaring bird, shooting straight through the doorway.

Doflamingo's expression drastically changed.

He clearly felt that the "strings" he had just extended towards these marines had been completely burned away by this flying bird.

"Tch, I wonder which marine officer has come to visit?" Doflamingo said with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, deliberately maintaining his usual carefree demeanor.

"If there's anything our Donquixote Family can assist the marines with, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Oh? What if I want your Donquixote Family to disappear completely?"

Hearing this voice, Rosinante finally let out a sigh of relief.

Michael had arrived.

Bathed in sunlight, the marine with platinum-blond hair stepped through the doorway, backlit by the glare.

Smoker hurried forward with almost comical eagerness to pull out a chair for him.

Michael shot him a glare before smiling and saying.

"Smoker, there's no need to be so eager to suck up to me."

"Hina already reported to me about how you've been badmouthing me behind my back."

"When we return to Marine HQ, I'll show you what truly black, thick and hard really means."

Smoker paled and retreated to his original position.

Michael then turned his gaze to the young Donquixote Family.

To be honest, among the Seven Warlords, Doflamingo was relatively good at building a team, with his subordinates possessing quite impressive Devil Fruit abilities.

Not to mention having someone like Vergo, who would infiltrate the marines in a few years and rise all the way to the rank of vice admiral.

But the only problem was...

Doflamingo himself was a bit... lacking.

Never mind how Grandma Tsuru had chased him around like a dog.

He couldn't match Hawkeye's in strength, nor could he compete with Crocodile or Boa Hancock in terms of feats.

Among the Seven Warlords, he was clearly mid-tier at best.

If not for the fact that he only got substantial screen time in the New World arc, he might have long been considered the disgrace of the Seven Warlords.

And judging by how active he was in the underworld even at this early stage, it was likely mostly due to his status as a Celestial Dragon.

One could only say... his abilities didn't match his ambitions.

"Make the Donquixote Family disappear?" Doflamingo scoffed.

Even the Chief of Staff of the Marine, Vice Admiral Tsuru, had never said anything so absurd.

As a born villain, he knew all too well how to perfectly exploit his identity for his own convenience.

Even though he was now a "former" Celestial Dragon, the World Government would never truly treat him as such since he hold their secret.

In fact, they had repeatedly tried to recruit him into the World Government, whether to join CP or directly join the God's Knights.

But he had refused every time.

What a joke!

To protect those obese idiots?

Though he was a Celestial Dragon, he didn't consider those pleasure-seeking morons his kind.

"Oh? You don't believe me?" Michael tilted his head slightly.

Holy light overflowed, cascading down with his hair before dissipating in the not-so-spacious room.

"I never thought a scum could speak so brazenly in front of the marines."

As he spoke, several pure white Holy Flames ignited in the air.

Doflamingo narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses.

The pressure skyrocketed!

He could feel the destructive power contained within those flames.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

"So... you're that mysterious marine force that's been rumored across the seas."

Michael nodded, offering a dangerous smile.

"Hello there, Trash-kun."

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