Flexible Response

Moments ago, off the coast of Dressrosa, the bow of Marine warship

With winds whipping up waves, Warships cut through the waters, and the outline of the tropical kingdom of Dressrosa gradually becomes clear.

The distant shoreline was tinged with a blood-red hue by the setting sun, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

On the bow deck, Roy stood quietly, his white Coat of Justice Hunting Roar.

His gaze was cold and sharp as he stared at the country ahead, his expression as steady as a mountain.

Footsteps sounded, Gion walked slowly in, her pink military uniform fluttering in the sea breeze, her military boots tapping out a series of crisp rhythms on the deck.

"Finished reporting?" Roy asked calmly, without turning around.

Gion walked to his side and nodded slightly. "Yes, headquarters has replied."

She paused, her expression somewhat complicated, a helpless smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku Guo personally intervened and even summoned Vice Admiral Tsuru and several high-ranking officers for a battle briefing... However—" she sighed.

"The story took a turn for the worse after Vice Admiral Garp interrupted."

Roy raised an eyebrow. "I did ask the old man to look after the kids before we left."

He turned to look at her and asked, "What did the old man say this time?"

Gion cleared his throat, feigning seriousness, and adopted a booming voice, mimicking the shout perfectly, "Hey! Gion! If that kid can't beat me, let this old man go over! I'm actually thinking of catching a dragon to study!!"

Roy: "..."

Gion couldn't help but chuckle and continued, "As a result, Fleet Admiral Sengoku slammed his fist on the table and roared, ' Garp!! Shut up!! The New World front is tense, who has time for you to go and capture Kaido?!'"

"And guess what he replied?"

"I can take on three of them by myself. Catch them and put them in your office for display!!"

"Puff!"

Roy finally couldn't help but cover his forehead, saying helplessly, "As expected of Grandpa Garp, his thought process is as unique as ever."

Gion smiled and shook her head, her tone growing more serious. "However, in the end, it was the Fleet Admiral Sengoku who made the decision."

"The situation in the New World is complex, Marine Headquarters cannot deploy more forces. The order is 'to assess the situation ourselves and respond flexibly.'"

Roy raised an eyebrow slightly. "'Flexible approach'?"

"Right."

Gion nodded, adding casually, "Anyway, with you here, even if Kaido really comes, it's easy for us to retreat if we can't defeat him..."

"Finally Vice Admiral Garp added: 'Fight if you can, and come back with men if you can't!'"

After a brief silence, Roy suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, his smile sinister, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

"Heh... it just means I can 'do whatever I want'."

Gion glanced at him sideways and saw that an undeniable fighting spirit had already ignited between his brows.

She sighed softly and rubbed her forehead. "What is the Fleet Admiral thinking... letting this guy 'do whatever he wants' is practically wiping out Dressrosa."

At this moment, Roy's smile had faded, and he stared again at the Harbor ahead, his voice low and powerful:

"Pass on the order--"

"All ships, prepare for battle!!"

"Yes!!"

The naval soldiers on deck responded in unison, their morale high, and rushed to their battle stations.

Gion stood there, watching the white cloak fluttering in the wind, her eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Doflamingo..."

She whispered, "This time, you can't escape."

Harbor of Dressrosa

The sea breeze carried the scent of gunpowder, and the gangway of the Warship slammed heavily onto the dock, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A chilling atmosphere followed, as if the shadow of death was sweeping in with the wind.

Roy and Gion side by side, their white Hunting Roar.

The two men had cold expressions and firm steps.

Behind him, a well-organized elite naval force stood in formation, their spears and blades pointing forward, as orderly as a mountain.

Opposite them, the entire Donquixote Family stood ready for battle.

Snot dripped down, and "Snotty Man" Trebol was half-bent over;

Pica, as silent as a rocky mountain, clenched her massive hand slightly.

Diamante, draped in a cloak, gripped a sword, his lips twitching.

Señor Pica quietly chewed on his Cigar, his face expressionless;

Rao G., Gladius, Buffalo, Jora... they were all present, their faces tense, exuding murderous intent, yet they could not suppress the fear in their hearts.

At the very front, with pink feathers fluttering, Doflamingo stood at the head of the group, a mocking smile on his face, his eyes behind his sunglasses as sinister as a venomous snake.

"Fufu..."

His voice was deep and husky, carrying a familiar arrogance, "Rear Admiral of the navy, suddenly visiting Dressrosa... What, are you here for sightseeing?"

Roy remained silent, only coldly sweeping his gaze across the opposing camp.

"Everyone's here?" He scoffed. "Looks like they're Headliners all out."

His gaze was like lightning, gliding from Jora past Trebol, then to Pica and Diamante, and finally settling on Doflamingo.

He said with a half-smile, "When did Dressrosa become yours? Aren't two people still missing?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than several members of the Donquixote Family broke out in a cold sweat and quietly took a half-step back.

"It was him... the man who easily beheaded Vergo on the Minion Island and then forced the young master to slam his head into the ground..."

"That Monster Rear Admiral actually came..."

Dead memories suddenly resurfaced, instantly putting everyone on edge.

Roy slowly withdrew his gaze, a cold smile playing on his lips, and looked at Doflamingo: "Little Turkey, stop pretending."

"The moment I set foot on this island, my Observation Haki detected your foolish actions of manipulating King Riku and burning down the city to slaughter its inhabitants."

"Speak, do you want to put the handcuffs on yourself—"

"Shall I pluck your feathers one by one, and put them on for you while I'm at it?"

Roy's voice was icy cold, yet his tone was like a casual jest.

But in that instant, the entire arena fell silent.

The Donquixote Family members' expressions changed drastically. Gion gripped the hilt of the "Kompira," her eyes burning with rage. "Manipulating the king, massacring the people... the evidence is irrefutable. You really did it, Doflamingo?"

Doflamingo's smile froze, his face twitched, and he gritted his teeth and growled, "I am Shichibukai, recognized by the World Government!"

"What right do you have to question me?!"

Roy tilted his head slightly, his gaze as sarcastic as a knife. "Shichibukai?"

He slowly stepped forward. "Do you think this identity allows you to treat a country like a toy?"

"This isn't a lifeline you can use to control the fate of a nation, Little Turkey."

Doflamingo's pupils contracted slightly, and his five fingers suddenly spread open, with a faint hum of threads Cut through the air!

"Roy!! Don't think I'm really afraid of you!! I have -- standing behind me!"

"Kaido, right?"

Roy suddenly interrupted him, a playful smile appearing on his face.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack!"

The next instant, space suddenly trembled.

"Boom!!"

Dust billowed as a massive, mountain-like body crashed heavily in front of Doflamingo, creating a deafening roar.

"Ugh... cough cough..."

It was a Beast covered in blood, its face swollen like a pig's, its tusks broken, and it was delirious.

--Relying on Docking King Jack.

Doflamingo's face turned pale, his sunglasses fell off, and his eyes widened in shock!

"How... how is this possible?!"

"You... you even Kaido's confidant..."

Roy looked down at him coldly, his tone calm yet firm. "Now, what backers do you still want to bring out?"

The scene was deathly silent; the Donquixote Family was as if in an icebox, their faces all pale.

Doflamingo clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, his back stiff, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Roy slowly walked towards him, his aura like a towering mountain pressing down, each step sinking into their hearts.

Gion stood to the side of the army formation, his long sword still sheathed, yet ready to Time Slash.

The silence before the battle was like the last second before the doomsday bell tolled.