"No, it's nothing." Otohime hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
Doflamingo snorted coldly. Clearly, Princess Otohime and her daughter Shirahoshi shared the same temperament—they were both afraid this matter would cause a split among the fish-men.
Unfortunately, in Doflamingo's view, there was no need to hide something like this at all—if you hid it, would they stop?
It was even more unreliable to hope such actions would move others. The culprit could never be moved. And if you said nothing, how would anyone else even know what had happened? How could they possibly be moved?
Rather than saying they hoped this would move the culprit and make him stop, it would be more accurate to say that they had no idea what to do, so they buried their heads in the sand and played ostrich!
But Doflamingo was not about to indulge them. Besides, that punch of his had nearly torn half of Fish-Man Street apart, leaving the radicals across Fish-Man Island severely weakened.
Of course, while Doflamingo's punch had looked immensely powerful, it had actually relied more on his skill at controlling seawater. Its range had been vast, but aside from the few fish-men directly in front of him who had blocked his path, those in other directions had merely been swept away by the seawater and had not suffered many casualties.
After all, fish-men possessed physical qualities far superior to humans, and their natural affinity with water was beyond anything humans could match.
In other words, once the fish-men of Fish-Man Street recovered from their injuries, who knew what trouble they might stir up again! Now was the best time to expose the true faces of those radical fish-men!
Displeased, Doflamingo waved a hand, and the great white shark fish-man Hody Jones stumbled out in a