Doflamingo's Little Scheme

On the other side of the underground cell block, the air was still heavy.

But unlike the oppressive atmosphere around Moria, there was an eerie calm here.

Inside the cell.

Doflamingo leaned against the cold stone wall.

His legs were stretched out casually, and he held a brand-new newspaper in his hands.

The pages rustled.

"Rustle—"

The sound was especially clear in the silent cell block.

His eyes swept across the page, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Fufufufufu..."

His low laughter gradually spread, carrying a touch of chill and a touch of delight.

"They suddenly moved me to another cell..."

"And tightened the guard..."

He lightly tapped the edge of the newspaper with a finger.

"Looks like the people up there have started applying pressure."

His tone was certain, even carrying a faint hint of anticipation.

"After all—"

He tilted his head back slightly, his sunglasses reflecting a cold glint.

His smile widened.

"I'm the one who knows 'that secret'..."

"Fufu..."

"Let's see how you deal with this, Rock~"

Just then.

"Tap—tap—"

Steady footsteps slowly approached from the distant passageway.

A guard's voice followed.

"Vice Admiral Rock!"

Doflamingo's fingers paused slightly, and his smile deepened.

"He's here."

The curve of his lips widened.

"Mm."

Rock's voice was calm.

As he entered the passageway, his mere presence seemed to tighten the air along the entire corridor.

His gaze swept around casually, then—

Stopped on the newspaper in Doflamingo's hands.

"..."

Rock raised an eyebrow slightly.

For a moment, he was even a little... speechless.

"Who gave him that newspaper?"

The guard beside him froze.

"Reporting, Vice Admiral Rock!"

He quickly stood at attention, his voice slightly panicked.

"We... we don't know either!"

"It wasn't there just now!"

"In the blink of an eye—"

He pointed into