Doflamingo's Mad Decision! (23)

Dressrosa, inside a room guarded on all sides. Ron dismissed the attendants and faced the pink flamingo doll sitting on the bed.

"Fuffuffuffuffu, save your breath, Azure Dragon!"

"I won't say a word!"

Doflamingo smiled wickedly. "Honestly, I didn't expect you to notify the Five Elders. That means you have no chance of killing me."

"If you hadn't told them I existed, with the Hobby-Hobby Fruit's power, they would never have remembered who I was."

"Mm, indeed. But then what?"

Ron calmly puffed out a cloud of smoke, his expression relaxed.

"Are you sure staying alive is a good thing for you?"

"Isn't it?"

Doflamingo secretly frowned, though his expression remained unchanged. "As long as I'm alive, there's hope!"

"With hope, there'll come a day when I can turn things around!"

"No, there won't."

"There will!"

"There really won't."

"You...!"

After taking several sharp breaths, Doflamingo forced himself to calm down and turned his head away. "If you came here just to spout this nonsense... then please leave!"

"At worst, I'll just die!"

"Rather than die by your hand, I'd rather die at the hands of the Five Elders!"

In response, Ron flicked away some ash. "Don't worry. The Five Elders definitely won't kill you... even if you know that secret, even if you're arrogant, unrestrained, and impossible to control."

"On the contrary, not only will they let you live well, they'll even give you a chance to return to the Holy Land."

"Do you know why?"

"Why?!"

Terror was impossible to hide in Doflamingo's eyes. Returning to the Holy Land—ever since he had been rejected after bringing back his father's head, he had never entertained that thought again.

What replaced it was bone-deep hatred!

He wanted to destroy this world controlled by the Celestial Dragons and make them experience