"Doflamingo."
Although Doflamingo had struck him, Diamante bore no grudge. Instead, he stood behind Doflamingo with some confusion.
Doflamingo offered no explanation, merely waving for Diamante to step back.
"I never expected a figure as distinguished as you to grace my humble auction. What an honor."
"Oh? You know me?"
"Of course. Red Count, The Lone Red—how could anyone forget your great name?"
"Not bad. There are still a few knowledgeable young people these days."
On these seas, the most important thing was knowing whom one could not afford to offend.
Doflamingo paid close attention to such information. Unless someone's death had been explicitly confirmed and publicly reported, he would not forget that person's existence.
As one of the few people on these seas without face blindness, Doflamingo certainly did not dare forget people like that.
Doflamingo appeared fairly composed, but inwardly, he was panicking like mad.
It was not that Doflamingo wanted to deal with Redfield. He had no choice but to come out.
Because Doflamingo was certain that Redfield had already noticed his movements. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to have sent those two flying right beside him by coincidence.
If he did not talk this old monster into leaving, today's matter would likely end badly.
After thinking it over, Doflamingo figured he had never offended the other man. Since that was the case, Redfield had probably come for the Gold Gold Fruit.
Thinking about it that way, this marketing campaign had been quite successful.
After all, this was a monster who could stand alongside someone like Whitebeard all by himself.
But that also meant he was a monster capable of directly overturning everything Doflamingo had built.
If Diamante had said what he had just said, who knew what might have happened.
These powerhouses valued their pride