The Marines of today had long since become estranged from the World Government. Some had even joined Doflamingo's camp and were plotting to overthrow the World Government!
Under such circumstances, their reservations toward the World Government had naturally diminished greatly. Killing Whitebeard Jr. was no longer such a big deal.
"That probably won't be easy. I should handle it myself," Doflamingo said, shaking his head. "Even if Whitebeard Jr. isn't at Admiral level, he's at least an Admiral Candidate or a First Mate."
"I'm afraid there aren't many people in the Marines who could defeat him, and those capable of killing him can be counted on one hand."
To put it bluntly, those five people referred to the Three Admirals, Garp, Sengoku, and the other pillars of the Marines. But nearly all of them lived under the spotlight every day. If they truly made a move, there was no way they could keep it hidden.
Edward Weevil was, after all, the man who had cut off one of Zephyr's arms. Although Zephyr had suffered a tremendous blow after his family was murdered, causing his spirit to wane and his strength to decline somewhat, he could still barely be considered one of the sea's strongest fighters.
Doflamingo had learned more about it afterward. During Zephyr's battle with Whitebeard Jr., his asthma had flared up due to the intensity of the fight, which was why he had ultimately lost. Otherwise, Whitebeard Jr. would not have been his match.
But to put it harshly, being able to fight Zephyr fiercely enough to drive the battle to such a point was not something just anyone could do. Whitebeard Jr. might not have much brains, but his strength was not weak in the slightest. Even among First Mates and Admiral Candidates, he should have been