Ever since Doflamingo arrived in the conference room, he had worn an infuriating smile whenever he spoke.
But with Lafitte's arrival, the smile on Doflamingo's face gradually vanished, replaced by cold killing intent.
That killing intent, as harsh as midwinter, poured out in all directions like countless trickling streams. It first swept lightly over the senses of everyone seated there, then converged on Lafitte, who stood before the windowsill.
This move was undoubtedly sending a blunt message to everyone around the round table—Don't interfere.
Even if Doflamingo had not done this, the other Shichibukai were already uninvolved. Why would they step in?
Even if Lafitte had blown down the walls of the room and made his entrance with an unbearably arrogant attitude, what would that have to do with them?
This was not their territory, and they were not the ones being humiliated.
But to the Marines, Lafitte's passing through layer upon layer of defenses before casually breaking into the conference room was undoubtedly like planting a heavy black footprint in this highly symbolic holy land.
However, Sengoku, Garp, and Tsuru—the three veteran pillars of the Marines—remained remarkably calm at Lafitte's arrival.
It was as though the one who had broken into the conference room was not Lafitte, the so-called Underworld Guide under Maud, but a small animal.
On the other hand, the other Marine Headquarters vice admirals attending the Shichibukai meeting had entered combat readiness at the first opportunity. All it would take was one order for them to attack Lafitte instantly.
But Sengoku gave no order, so they could only grip their sword hilts and maintain a stance from which they could draw at any moment.
"Doflamingo, this is not a place where you can do as you please."
As Doflamingo rose and wantonly released his killing intent,