Noah's technique was clearly anything but gentle.
The threads were brutally stuffed back into his body all at once, and Doflamingo felt a piercing pain tear through his chest.
But he had no attention to spare for that. He merely stared blankly at Noah, still struggling to process his words, his mind frozen.
Vergo, standing nearby, was equally stunned.
This guy wasn't going to kill the young master?
That didn't seem like his style...
Could it be...?
Vergo looked toward Doflamingo, who seemed to have caught on as well. A mocking smile once again curled across his blood-covered face.
"So you were afraid to finish me off because of my identity..."
Doflamingo stared at Noah and sneered. "The Marines are nothing but dogs for those people in Mary Geoise, when all is said and done. Even someone as powerful as you is no exception. Fufufu..."
Halfway through his laugh, Noah planted a heavy kick in his stomach, cutting it off abruptly. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his belly in agony as his vision darkened.
"Stop laughing. You sound like a baboon. It's disgusting."
Noah dusted off his hands as though he had casually disposed of some trash. He even wondered whether killing this guy would make three loot boxes pop out. He said flatly:
"The World Government? They don't carry that much weight with me. I'm making an exception and sparing your miserable life this time. What you should be grateful for isn't your status as a Celestial Dragon, but having a good younger brother."
"Am I right, little Rossi?"
Noah turned and glanced at Rosinante nearby. "Whatever else he is, he's still the only family you have left in this world. If I really killed him, you'd be hurting for a long time, wouldn't you?"
"I..."
Rosinante looked