After saying that, Doflamingo's feelings could only be described as a chaotic mix.
If a hot-blooded villain like Golden Lion had been in his position, he probably would have been unable to endure the humiliation of being a beaten dog. He would have turned around long ago and fought Garen to the death.
But Doflamingo was different.
He turned humiliation into grief and rage, grief and rage into strength, and then, through the transmission of the oars and the reaction force of the seawater, turned that strength into the boat's kinetic energy.
Doflamingo began rowing again.
Far away in the central monitoring room of the Golden Tower, Tezoro only had time to see a towering wall of white waves through the surveillance Den Den Mushi before Doflamingo rowed his human-powered speedboat over the horizon.
"What happened?"
Tezoro was somewhat baffled. "Why is he running so fast?"
Tezoro was no fool. Doflamingo's strange behavior naturally filled him with deep suspicion.
First, Doflamingo had nearly fallen out with him an hour ago just to stay here for refuge. Why had he suddenly changed his mind so quickly and decided to marry Big Mom's daughter?
Becoming Big Mom's son-in-law was easy enough, and having Big Mom protect him would be safe. But escaping from that bone-devouring Big Mom afterward would be difficult.
Tezoro knew Doflamingo was not the kind of mediocre man willing to live beneath others. There was no reason for him to run off and live as a live-in son-in-law who had to watch others' expressions after already finding a place to settle.
Second, why was that guy running so fast?
If Doflamingo wanted to leave, he could have done so openly. Why did he have to flee in such a frantic hurry?
Was he afraid Tezoro would rob him?
Impossible.