Caesar stood to one side and patted his shoulder. "You'll get used to it. He acts like this occasionally. Powerful people inevitably have a few flaws. Sigh, it's the Creator's fault—there can't be perfect people in this world!"
"Fuck you!" Ronglin abruptly stopped talking, spun around, and launched a flying kick that struck Caesar squarely in the waist, sending him flying.
Caesar let out a miserable scream and was embedded directly into the bar's dilapidated wall, making the bartender tremble in fright. The bartender even wondered how Caesar could possibly pry himself out of the wall without some kind of tool.
Ronglin took Jazz by the hand and turned to leave. "Let's go. We'll take a stroll around the palace and see what fun things Agula has prepared for us!"
"The banquet doesn't start until tomorrow!" the bartender shouted.
Ronglin smiled freely. "Tomorrow, all the famous figures from every field will be there. That'll be the opening act for his grand appearance. How could I possibly let him get his wish? I'll go rip up his script and tear down his stage first."
Still stuck in the wall, Caesar shouted, "What does this have to do with you? Are you sticking your nose into other people's business again? It hasn't even been that long since Dressrosa. Are you trying to make enemies of every famous pirate in the world?"
Ronglin turned back and looked coldly at Caesar. "Doflamingo tried to harm me for no reason. If I don't deal with him, how can I vent the hatred in my heart? This Agula stopped me from killing someone who wanted to kill me, and he's been plotting this scheme to screw people over. Shouldn't I make some kind of response?"
Jazz found Ronglin's words perfectly reasonable. He immediately made a face