Gran Tesoro, the flagship of "Golden Emperor" Gild Tesoro.
At the same time, it was the world's largest entertainment city, an independent nation and demilitarized zone recognized by the government. An "absolute sanctuary" where the World Government could not act freely.
It stretched ten kilometers from end to end, with lavish, fully equipped towns built across its surface. Everywhere reeked of gaudy, nouveau riche splendor, while the air was thick with the scent of extravagance and decadence.
At that moment, in a private office atop the central tower of the golden warship, "Golden Emperor" Tezoro was secretly meeting an uninvited guest:
"Doflamingo."
"I never expected you to run all the way to me."
Tezoro's attitude was far from friendly.
When a major client came to withdraw an enormous amount of cash, no bank president would be very pleased.
And Tezoro was not merely unfriendly—he was openly contemptuous.
"What?"
"Are you planning to take this money and become some country squire in the middle of nowhere?"
"Hahaha!"
Tezoro laughed wildly.
Though he and Doflamingo had once been business partners, theirs had only ever been a mutually exploitative relationship.
Personally, they had disliked each other from the very beginning. After all, Tezoro had built his fortune by robbing auction houses under Doflamingo's control.
More importantly, after making his name, Tezoro often dealt with Celestial Dragons and naturally learned of Doflamingo's hidden identity as a Celestial Dragon.
Tezoro had once been a Celestial Dragon's slave, and the woman he had loved in his youth had also died under the Celestial Dragons' oppression.
Though he dealt amicably with the World Nobles and did business with them on the surface, he loathed those pieces of trash to the bone.
That hatred naturally extended to Doflamingo as well.
Watching this Celestial Dragon who had fallen to