"Colonel Gaspardi!"
Gaspardi was kicked away by Vergo once again. He had already sustained quite a few wounds, but he was not afraid.
After several exchanges, Gaspardi had realized that whenever Vergo tried to launch a fatal attack against him, Lyliana would secretly intervene and interrupt Vergo's movements.
As for the injuries on his body, Gaspardi did not care.
As long as Lyliana's intelligence was correct and Rosinante truly was Sengoku's adopted son, the more severely Gaspardi was injured in battle, the more highly Sengoku would regard him afterward. That was the only way to secure his path to promotion.
After being such a fine Marine for so many years, gaining both fame and fortune, he could not bear to give all that up under Piltover's threat of death.
It was just that right now, he really wanted to punch Rosinante.
"You idiot! You can't help anyway, so what's the point of shouting? Can't you contact other Marines for reinforcements?"
Gaspardi was tied down by Vergo and could not get away, while Rosinante had been taken down from the start. Though he had lost his ability to move, making a call should still have been possible.
"Oh, sorry. I'm a little slow."
Only after Gaspardi reminded him did Rosinante realize what he should do.
Even if he did not know anyone else's number, the Den Den Mushi on him could contact Sengoku directly. As long as he got through to Sengoku, everything would be fine.
But just as Rosinante pulled out the Den Den Mushi, a white blur shot over from the side.
"Bullet String."
Doflamingo had used Silk Thread to tether himself to the clouds, achieving a method of movement similar to flight. With Buffalo picking him up, he had quickly arrived here.
Doflamingo fired a thread from his