A Trump Card That Even Kaido Covets

An eighty percent chance?

Vergo raised an eyebrow. "Young Master, it's been a long time since I last saw you so confident."

"But I hope you haven't forgotten your original aspirations!"

As one of the Donquixote Family's highest-ranking officers, Vergo, Trebol, Pica, and Diamante were all among the family's founding elders.

They had also been among those who discovered Doflamingo and placed the group's hopes—as well as Devil Fruits—upon him.

His rise to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and the king of Dressrosa had undoubtedly been driven by those original aspirations.

"Heh heh, Vergo, I was right about you. Within the family, you've always been the most composed and meticulous one." Doflamingo gave a dry laugh and patted Vergo's shoulder. "That was precisely why I had you join the Marines and become the family's most important chess piece."

"After all these years, you can still advise me to remember the family's original aspirations. That truly comforts me."

"But don't worry. Even if we drag the Five Elders into this, an eighty percent chance is still not enough to guarantee Saitama's death. I've prepared my final trump card to handle any situation!"

The final trump card?

Vergo's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. "Since Young Master intends to use that method, it seems I was worrying for nothing."

"This time, Vergo will also do his best to find a way to join the battle. I hope to watch each other's backs with you, Young Master. And I wish you every success!"

At first, Vergo had worried that Doflamingo had spent too long living in comfort as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and king of Dressrosa, growing lax in the process.

That someone might find a flaw and cause a fatal mistake.