Doflamingo was finally dead.
His mother had died early, his father and brother had been killed by his own hand, the Donquixote Family he had built had been wiped out, Big Mom, his newlywed wife, had died before him, and any descendants he might have had would never see the light of day.
This veteran human trafficker who had spent thirty years dealing in flesh had truly achieved the feat of "wiping out his entire family."
Watching this scene, Stussy and the others were relieved on one hand that Garen had not directly fallen out with the World Government, yet deeply shaken on the other by his thunderous words.
Because he was dissatisfied with the crime of human trafficking.
He had overturned half the New World, exterminated two pirate crews, executed one Shichibukai, one "Emperor's commander," and one Emperor.
What kind of courage was that? What kind of resolve?
Stussy suddenly felt that Garen's title of "Knight of Justice" was not exaggerated in the slightest.
She could not help thinking of the Celestial Dragons, the largest purchasers of slaves, and of all the dirty work she had done for them over the years. An unprecedented fear of Garen suddenly rose within her.
Putting herself in others' shoes, Stussy could imagine it:
From this day onward, every person at sea who committed evil without restraint would begin to feel apprehensive.
This was a justice even the Marines could not achieve.
"Stussy."
Garen suddenly called her name.
Just that one call made the government agent, a woman who had weathered countless storms, reveal a panicked expression. "W-what?"
"Why are you panicking? It's not like I eat people."
Garen casually made a joke, his attitude quite gentle. "I just want to ask you for another favor."
"What favor?"
Stussy was still somewhat nervous.