"That makes sense too!" Thinking of how useless the Donquixote Family was, Saint Nusjuro nodded. "Given the way their family passed things down, those records about how to grow stronger were probably lost somewhere ages ago!"
"On top of that, this kid left here when he was young, and he was in a backwater place like the North Blue. He might not even have had anywhere to learn advanced Haki techniques."
"Enough. Let's move on. We're not discussing this kid's future. We're discussing how this incident will affect the World Government!" Saint Marcus interrupted.
"There's no helping it. Since even Kuzan couldn't take them down, we'll have to ask the kid what he wants so we can decide how to minimize the impact."
"Agreed!"
"Agreed!"
Brrring!
Brrring!
As Doflamingo fled through the sky, the Den Den Mushi on him began to ring.
When Doflamingo answered, a voice he could never forget—one he'd heard when he was a child and had been driven out of the Holy Land—came through the receiver. "Kid from the Donquixote Family, state your purpose."
The arrogance and condescension in Saint Saturn's voice made the already furious Doflamingo's forehead veins bulge.
He struggled to calm his anger before replying evenly, "My purpose?"
"You know perfectly well, don't you?"
"To let me rejoin the Celestial Dragons."
"Impossible!" Saint Saturn's blunt refusal was exactly what Doflamingo had expected.
"You think a few scraps of Heavenly Tribute are enough to get you back into the Celestial Dragon family?"
"Ask for something more realistic. Tell us what you really want!"
"Fufufu... Still as heartless as ever!" After a mocking laugh, Doflamingo gave up on the idea of rejoining the Celestial Dragons.
At the same time, the thought that if they wouldn't let him live in peace, he wouldn't let them