Far away, there was a place called the New World.
And in the New World, some people had ties to the Underworld, one way or another.
Of them all, the Donquixote Family's Flamingo—no, its young master Doflamingo—had the closest ties to the Underworld.
For he was none other than Joker, a titan of the Underworld!
A notorious middleman.
As a businessman, he kept himself well informed. Nothing that happened in the Underworld escaped Doflamingo's notice.
Seated on the throne in the Royal Palace of Dressrosa, the towering Doflamingo listened quietly to Trebol's report.
As the events on Kuriswia Island were laid out before them one by one, the officers voiced their astonishment. Meanwhile, a powerful, sinister presence filled the hall, setting hearts pounding.
"Fuffuffuffu! Interesting. This is too interesting!"
Doflamingo was smiling, but the happier he looked, the more dangerous he seemed.
To Trebol and the others, though, this was the Yasha they knew—their Poseidon!
"Behehehe! Hey, hey, Doffy. Jones is dead, so the North Blue business is ours now!"
Trebol laughed loudly, as if this were not a major event shaking the entire Underworld, but an ordinary bit of market competition.
They did have the confidence to sit back and watch events unfold. Jones could not compare to the Donquixote Family in either strength or influence.
Though both leaders had Dragon People blood, Doflamingo was not Jones. He bowed to no threat, knew no fear, and possessed both great power and boundless ambition.
His officers were nothing like Jones's treacherous subordinates, either. They were far more united.
"That's true, but the Vinsmoke Family is still in the North Blue, Trebol!"
The speaker was a burly man in armor. With his long, wavy hair and cross-plated helmet, he was Pica, the top officer of Doflamingo's Spade Army.
His voice was