Above the sea, a crimson curtain
Endless waves rolled across the surface. Sunlight pierced the dark clouds and fell upon the shattered base, illuminating a desolate field of ruins.
Broken stone pillars lay scattered across the ground. The air was thick with the scorched scent of blood, as though recounting the slaughter that had just taken place.
"Young Master, we really struck it rich this time!"
Trebol spoke in his sticky nasal voice. As he wiped the dust from his face with his sleeve, he looked excitedly at Donquixote Doflamingo.
Behind him, treasures, ammunition crates, and important documents littered the ground as the followers hurriedly loaded them onto warships, crate after crate.
Diamante flourished his cape and flashed a brilliant smile.
"Ha ha ha! We really went all out this time!
We cleaned out this secret World Government base completely. They never saw it coming, did they?"
Donquixote Doflamingo stood atop the highest point of the ruins, his hands in his pockets and an icy, dangerous smile on his face.
His sunglasses reflected a sharp glint beneath the sun, while his lips curved into that familiar grin.
"Fuffuffuffu... Everyone did well this time."
He swept his gaze over the devastated base, his eyes brimming with arrogant confidence as though everything lay under his control.
"Still, it's time to head back to Elbaf.
Things are getting pretty busy over there."
His voice was not loud, yet it was like a stone thrown into a lake, sending ripples through the crowd.
"At last, we can fight those World Government lapdogs head-on!"
"Young Master, give us the order! We've been waiting forever!"
The surrounding subordinates rubbed their fists eagerly, their fighting spirit soaring.
They were not driven by profit alone. They wanted the thrill of bloodshed and battle.
Donquixote Doflamingo casually raised a