New World, Plutos Island.
Oriel City's central square.
Two groups faced off, while the surrounding residents had long since fled far away.
"Donquixote Family, this is Hurricane Pirates territory!" The pirate captain, a man around thirty with earrings and a cigar, snapped coldly. "If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here!"
"Trebol, this island looks pretty nice." Doflamingo completely ignored the other side and turned to Trebol, whose nose was running.
"Beh heh heh heh, it may not suit someone of your status, Doffy, but it's good enough as a temporary base!" Trebol said, his snot dripping as he leered with his face barely three centimeters from Doflamingo's.
"If you want it, Doffy, we'll take it for you!" Pica shouted. He looked imposing and burly, but his voice was shrill and piercing.
"Bastards, a bunch of stray dogs dare look down on us?" The Hurricane Pirates had been furious, but upon hearing Pica's voice, they all burst into laughter.
"Ha ha! That big guy isn't a woman, is he?"
"Don't say that. Maybe he's a tranny!"
"Maybe he's that damn Young Master's mistress!"
"Trash..." Pica's eyes gleamed crimson, a clear sign that his rage had reached its limit. "I'll bury every last one of you alive in stone!"
"You dare insult my family. I can't just pretend I didn't see that." The corners of Doflamingo's mouth rose into a dangerous smile.
His fingers tapped lightly, as though plucking strings.
Sshk!
A sharp blade pierced out through someone's chest. Blood dripped down as the Hurricane Pirates' captain turned around in disbelief.
"Bastard, what are you doing?"
"Captain, I can't control my body!"
Just as the two were about to put on a tragic performance, turmoil like an internal conflict abruptly erupted among the Hurricane Pirates.
"Help!