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Underground prison district.

The lights flickered faintly.

The air carried a mingled stench of rust and blood.

Rock's footsteps slowly came to a stop.

Step.

He stood before Doflamingo.

His gaze fell.

From that swollen, misshapen, bloodstained face, it swept down to—

Those sunglasses.

He paused slightly.

"..."

A trace of exceptionally rare astonishment appeared on Rock's face.

He bent down a little and lightly tapped the edge of the lens with his fingertip.

The next second.

"Holy shit..."

He muttered under his breath.

"Is this really some kind of rule-based ability?"

—Those sunglasses.

They were completely intact.

There wasn't a crack.

There wasn't even the slightest scratch.

Under the dim yellow light, the lenses reflected a cold gleam.

As if silently mocking the force of that kick.

Rock stared at them for two seconds, then couldn't help adding,

"This thing..."

"Is kind of unreasonable."

He even tilted his head in thought without realizing it.

"Should I take them off and study them?"

On the ground.

Doflamingo struggled to breathe, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

Blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his body was still twitching faintly.

His consciousness—

Had barely recovered a little.

He opened his mouth.

His throat was dry, as though he still wanted to say something.

He wanted to regain some initiative, to pull the situation back into something "controllable."

Even if only a little.

But—

Before any sound could leave his mouth, Rock spoke first.

"Still don't understand?"

He straightened, looking down from above as his shadow covered Doflamingo completely.

"Once you're in my hands, no one can fish you out."

After a pause, Rock added, "Even the King of Boat Borrowing couldn't do it!"

"..."

Doflamingo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the muscles in his face twitched slightly.

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