Since You Want the Op-Op Fruit, Come and Get It

As Donquixote Doflamingo was forced to eat grilled meat, a Marine warship suddenly approached his flagship.

The Marines aboard stood ready for battle, their cannons aimed at the pirate ship, prepared to fire at any moment.

"Doflamingo!" Corazon's voice rang out from the warship. "Hand over the Op-Op Fruit!"

Diamante tightened his grip on his weapon, cursing inwardly. That traitor actually dared to show himself at a time like this!

But when he thought of the untouchable presence inside the cabin, he did not dare act rashly.

A glint of cold light flashed through Doflamingo's eyes.

He had finally gotten the chance he had been waiting for, but his current situation kept him from making any reckless moves.

The grease stains from the grilled meat at the corner of his mouth reminded him of the humiliation he had just suffered, making his mood even darker.

"Fuffuffuffu..." Doflamingo stepped onto the deck and said with feigned composure, "My dear brother, have you finally decided to take off that hypocritical mask?"

Pica's eyes widened. He never would have imagined that the mute who was always clumsy and constantly falling down could speak.

No wonder the Marines had always discovered their movements over the past two years.

Trebol licked his lips coldly, calculating how he should deal with this traitor.

But he quickly realized that this was not the time to think about that.

"Marine Ensign Corazon, codename 'Heart.'" Corazon stood on the warship, his Marine Justice coat snapping in the sea wind.

"Doflamingo, in the name of the Marines, I demand that you hand over the Op-Op Fruit!"

"Young Master! This traitor..." Trebol shouted furiously.

"Shut up." Doflamingo raised a hand to stop him. "Fuffuffuffu... My dear brother, you really have become a lapdog of the Marines."

Corazon looked at him coldly.