Although it seemed a little strange, there were even stranger things in the Pirate World. As a result, most people here had developed strong nerves.
Wasn't it just a bizarre mushroom growing on someone's chin? As long as they themselves had not turned into mushrooms, there was nothing to fear.
Just as Zango was about to pluck the mushroom off, a hand shot out from beside him. Two fingers snipped lightly, clipping the mushroom away.
"What the... Ah, it's Lord Doflamingo." Zango jumped in fright and started to complain, but immediately changed his tune when he saw Doflamingo.
"Thank you, my lord. I was just thinking this mushroom on my chin was rather strange. Your scissor technique is truly superb..."
With a wave of his hand, Doflamingo cut off Zango's flattery. At the same time, the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.
What the hell is scissor technique? Is this guy really this bad even at sucking up?
Still, Zango was one of his underlings. Combat strength aside, he was at least highly skilled in his special talent—dancing.
If they found nothing unusual about this mushroom, Zango would ultimately have to eat it. In other words, he was still a rare special talent—an experimental subject.
So Doflamingo patiently listened to Zango before dismissing him.
Then a huge head leaned over. "Huh?! Boss, what are you collecting that thing for?"
"Could mushrooms that grow from human chins be some rare and delicious ingredient worth a fortune?"
Though Sancho had taken human form, she still crouched like a lizard—or rather, like a dog. She leaned her face close.
"Scram, scram, scram! All you ever think about is eating! Why don't you eat yourself to death, you idiot?" Doflamingo shoved the massive head that had nearly knocked him over back.
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