Why, why, why, why...
Heavenly Yaksha, Joker, Celestial Dragon.
Veins bulged across Donquixote Doflamingo's forehead, throbbing with his mood as though they were alive and breathing.
Why? Why couldn't he take this country?
This tiny country, one that could hardly be called populous.
This country where every citizen was a soldier.
This country made up of the Mink Tribe!!!!
Why, exactly?!
Doflamingo stood high above, his gaze moving as he watched Straw Hat Luffy rampage through the crowd, punching Shadow Samurai and kicking Puppet Warriors without restraint.
Was it him?!
Doflamingo's gaze shifted away from Luffy and settled on Duke Inuarashi, who wielded twin swords as he fought Vergo with abandon. Haki spilled outward, and black lightning crackled everywhere.
Was it him?!
Doflamingo's attention was drawn to another battle. His puppet, the Gecko Moria under his control, was fighting with shadows against another Haki-leaking, oversized Garfield. Yet static electricity and Haki surrounded this Garfield as well, and he had suppressed Gecko Moria, who stood alongside Doflamingo among the Shichibukai.
Or was it them?
Doflamingo turned to the Mink Tribe warriors charging freely through the Shadow Samurai and Puppet Warriors. Mixed in with Straw Hat Luffy's companions, they slaughtered the Shadow Samurai and Puppet Warriors at will. They were agile and powerful; these controlled soldiers were simply no match for them.
If Doflamingo had not possessed so many Shadow Samurai and Puppet Warriors...
The Joker Pirates would have collapsed long ago.
Doflamingo's face was as dark as water. His entire being was so gloomy that he looked like a yaksha from hell, terrifying to behold.
In truth, this battle had already been going on for a long time.
The fighting had lasted roughly three days.
When the Joker Pirates failed to break through the Mink Tribe with their human-wave tactics and