"Hm?"
Doflamingo let out a doubtful sound. Though his narrow sunglasses kept anyone from seeing his eyes, his voice alone made it clear just how disdainful he was.
Aside from his status as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and a fallen Celestial Dragon, Doflamingo was also one of the kings of the underworld. He controlled a massive slave and arms trade under the codename Joker, and even had business dealings with Kaido and Charlotte Linlin among the Four Emperors.
Setting personal strength aside, if one judged purely by the forces under his command, he stood without question at the peak of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Because of that, his sources of information were also the most well-informed in every respect.
In fact, when Moria was building his zombie army, quite a few zombies from rare races might well have been bought through forces under Doflamingo's command.
Therefore, he believed he understood this colleague's current state very well. Forget Kaido—he himself was quite confident he could defeat the man quickly.
However, Bartholomew Kuma had no intention of explaining further. After saying that one sentence, he closed his mouth.
Unable to get any more answers, Doflamingo had nowhere to vent his anger, so in the end he decided to go play around with the people of the Whitebeard Pirates.
The war at Marine Headquarters grew ever more intense.
The waters of the New World.
On the Mist Ark, so enormous it was in no way inferior to an island, a massive dragon lay sprawled across the deck, complete with whiskers and tail, its scales savage and fearsome. It did not move at all, because a blood-colored longsword had been driven diagonally into the top of its head.
However, the reason Kaido still maintained his dragon