Rescue

Hawkins pulled a deck of tarot cards from his clothes and began divining.

He flipped over one card: 90% Mortality Rate.

Then he flipped over the remaining two: 0% Escape Rate, 0% Safety Rate.

Hawkins yanked up his pants and ran, swearing he would find where his 10% chance of survival lay.

Doflamingo could no longer laugh. His gloating smile vanished, because Trebol, who had watched him grow up, was dead.

"Run!"

Gild Tesoro shouted and took off running. Even an idiot could see that Saint Saturn and the others were coming for the two of them.

Knowing they could not win, only an idiot would stay put!

It seemed they had drawn a little too much aggro.

"Only regretting it now? It's already too late."

The bald knight from the god's knight order took a small steel rod from his clothes and hurled it with all his strength.

With a thunderous boom, the steel rod, less than a centimeter long, transformed into a steel wall hundreds of meters tall after leaving his hand, crashing down solidly in front of Doflamingo and Gild Tesoro.

"Well done, Saint Davy." Aina Palace praised him, taking out two poison-coated throwing knives and flinging them out.

The knives were incredibly fast. Doflamingo and Gild Tesoro barely dodged them, breaking out in cold sweat.

Aina Palace was in no hurry to kill them. Like a cat toying with mice, she intended to slowly torment the two men to death.

"That old man really has no patience."

A teleportation circle lit up beneath Saint Saturn's feet, and he vanished into thin air. Aina Palace muttered in dissatisfaction.

Honestly, when would he ever become as composed as she was?

Saint Saturn teleported beside Doflamingo and Gild Tesoro, bringing down the cane in his hand.

**"Five Color