At Crocodile's order, the Undead Legion abandoned its search for the remaining enemies and pressed ahead. Before long, it reached Dressrosa's landmark, the Corrida Colosseum. Crocodile had his men throw the still-breathing Donquixote officers onto the platform in the center of the arena, then gave Drake a puzzled look.
"Weren't you supposed to—"
"Stop! I don't want to talk about it."
Drake cut Crocodile off with a miserable look and hurled the half-dead Diamante and the others down from the raised platform. Of the officers who had been buried alive, only Diamante, a top officer, and Lao G, whose mastery of Diweng Fist was exceptional, still clung to life.
"All right. Looks like I'll have to handle this myself after all."
Crocodile did not press Drake. He smiled, then told the soldiers, "Put up the pillars. Make sure those chains are tight. If even one of them gets away, I'll tie you up there instead!"
"Yes, sir!"
At Crocodile's threat, the soldiers stopped caring whether they might strangle the wounded men. They pulled with all their strength, binding the thick chains tightly around captives who were barely breathing.
Drake had no idea what Crocodile was doing. He pointed at the center of the platform. "And then? What are you planning?"
"What am I planning?"
Crocodile blew out a smoke ring and looked around at the empty stands. "Doflamingo likes this kind of game, doesn't he? Then let's play one too."
"A game?"
Drake suddenly recalled what the Sword Fighters had told him. He stared at Crocodile. "Your tastes are almost as twisted as Lord Loa's."
Just then, a squad of Undead Soldiers escorted several captives over to them.
"Reporting! Supreme Commander, we've brought the announcers you asked for!"
A man and two women lay trembling on the ground before them,