One Piece's Strongest Villain

After searching Diamante's body, Leon swiftly dialed the Den Den Mushi.

Bulu Bulu…

The Den Den Mushi connected with a click, and Doflamingo's unmistakable voice came through.

"Diamante, the devil fruit deal should be completed. I will hold a celebration banquet at the family residence!" His voice was calm but filled with authority.

Leon couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, your voice is so unique."

"Who are you?" Doflamingo's voice sharpened, sensing something was off.

"Why is Diamante's Den Den Mushi in your hands?" Doflamingo's tone grew suspicious, though he was still composed.

The silence on the other end lingered for a moment before Doflamingo's voice came again, more tense than before.

"Where's Diamante?" Doflamingo's urgency grew, his patience wearing thin.

Leon, amused, responded casually, "He's seriously injured and unconscious. Even if he wakes up, he won't be of much use." His tone carried an edge of mockery.

"You dare harm one of my family's top cadres!" Doflamingo's rage bled through his words. It was clear he was seething with anger.

"I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself," Leon continued, his tone light but confident. "My name is Leon. Now, with Diamante in my hands, I trust you don't want to see him as a corpse?"

Doflamingo's unsettling laugh filled the air. "Leon, huh? I remember that name." His laughter was far from joyful—it was filled with menace, and his fury was palpable.

Leon remained unfazed, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he responded, "What do you want?" Doflamingo, clearly restraining his anger, asked the question with a hint of desperation.

Leon smirked and said, "It's very simple. If you want Diamante alive, you'll need to offer something substantial in exchange."

Doflamingo's voice took on a mocking tone, his anger still simmering. "You're the first person to ever blackmail me like this!"

Despite his fury, Doflamingo knew the value of family and quickly regained his composure. His pride as the ruler of the Don Quixote family and his attachment to his subordinates made it clear that he couldn't afford to lose Diamante.

"I will agree to your terms. Five days from now, Bright Island. I expect to see your sincerity," Leon instructed, keeping his voice firm.

"Very well," Doflamingo responded coldly. "But don't think for a second that I'll forget this." With that, the Den Den Mushi clicked off, signaling the end of the conversation.

Leon looked at the device for a moment before returning it to his pocket, a smirk still on his face. "Doflamingo should be furious, right?" He glanced at Diamante, who lay unconscious and bloodied. "I'm not worried. After all, with Madara by my side, even the entire Don Quixote family wouldn't stand a chance."

Uchiha Madara, who had been silently observing, spoke up with a hint of interest. "Doflamingo... He's a user of the String-String Fruit, correct? That's a powerful ability."

"Yes, he's not just a Devil Fruit user. He's also mastered all three types of Haki, making him a tough opponent," Leon replied, his voice thoughtful.

Madara's eyes gleamed with a flicker of excitement. "An opponent like him won't be boring."

Madara's warrior spirit relished the thought of a true challenge. Weak opponents were beneath him; those who could stand against him were the ones worthy of his attention.

Meanwhile, in the Don Quixote family residence, a lavish banquet hall buzzed with life. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but a dark cloud loomed over the festivities after Leon's phone call. The once celebratory atmosphere had turned tense, as if everyone in the room could feel the impending storm.

Around the round table sat several towering figures, including two of the most influential members of the family.

On the left was Torrebol, the sticky fruit user, known for his slovenly appearance. His messy hair, snot-covered face, and the ever-present cane with a plum blossom logo made him a sight to behold. Despite his appearance, he held great sway within the family.

On the right sat Pica, the massive man with stone-like skin and an imposing armor. His dark blue hair and spade-shaped insignia made him an unmistakable figure, a symbol of the Don Quixote family's raw power.

At the head of the table, however, was the man everyone feared and revered: Donquixote Doflamingo. Dressed in his signature flamboyant pink feather coat and red sunglasses, he exuded an aura of arrogance and danger. The young master of the Don Quixote family.

"Master, Diamante... Is it true he's been kidnapped?" Torrebol asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

"No way," Pica muttered, looking around the room in shock. "Someone dares to kidnap one of our top officials?"

"Unfortunately, Torrebol was right," Doflamingo confirmed, his face darkening with every word. "Diamante was indeed kidnapped, and the bastard who did it is blackmailing me." His grip on the wine glass tightened. "This Leon... he's daring, but he will regret crossing me."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as Doflamingo's anger boiled over. Torrebol, ever the loyal follower, sniffed aggressively, his anger mirroring his master's.

"You're right," Torrebol sneered. "Anyone who dares challenge our family won't live to regret it!"

Doflamingo's face contorted with fury as he crushed the glass in his hand. "They won't get away with this," he growled. "I'll deal with Leon personally in five days."