"What..."
Little Mingo's grin stiffened, then slowly faded into calmness.
He could no longer laugh, nor did he care about the blood-red sunglasses that had been put back on his face.
Amid the ruins, two figures stood motionless.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly.
"Was this... Mr. Austin's decision?"
Fisher Tiger closed his eyes.
"No... Mr. Austin never strictly required me to decide who I had to save or who I could not save.
So I have no intention of saving you."
Little Mingo truly deserved to be called a formidable figure. He did not fly into a useless rage because of it.
"Why? I don't believe I've ever offended you, Fisher Tiger."
"If I had to name a reason, it would be your bloodline. I will never forgive the Celestial Dragons for as long as I live."
"..."
Hearing that reason, Little Mingo nearly broke down.
Sometimes, when someone was speechless to the extreme, they could not help but laugh.
"Fufufufufu..."
"Is that so?"
He had spent half his life striving to reclaim that noble Celestial Dragon status.
But what had it come to in the end?
He had been abandoned because of that very status?
Doflamingo's life could truly be summed up by the phrase: fate was unpredictable.
At that moment, a squad of Marines arrived from afar.
They seemed to have rushed over after noticing the situation here.
At their head was a white-haired old woman with an air of grace, walking over with calm eyes.
From a distance, she saw the cloaked figure standing beside Doflamingo. The two seemed to be talking.
"But... rest assured. Besides the sunglasses, Mr. Austin said one more thing."
"Oh???"
"Even if you enter Impel Down, you will not remain there for long. The grand stage of the