But Brannew knew the Shichibukai had always gone their own way. They were fierce, arrogant, and unruly. These big shots might not sit still for even a second.
"Huh?"
The moment Brannew stepped through the door, his expression turned ugly. Something seemed to have wrapped around his body, squeezing him painfully and stopping him in his tracks.
"Hmm?"
The strange sight took Ye Chen by surprise, but his gaze quickly shifted to a mass of pink.
More precisely, it was a man wearing a pink coat. The coat was so large that, at first glance, it hid almost all of him. He looked like nothing more than a mass of pink.
The one responsible was Heavenly Yaksha Doflamingo. He had well-defined features, a medium build, and short hair that looked sharp and flamboyant. Purple glasses always covered his eyes. An air of wickedness clung to him, and a faint, contemptuous smile curled his lips.
A pair of shiny black pointed boots covered his feet. Even seated on the sofa, Doflamingo could hardly keep still. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, grinning at Brannew.
The fingers of his right hand danced constantly, held almost like a woman's delicate gesture. But there was nothing gentle about it. He looked domineering and wicked, full of disdain for the entire world!
"Commodore Brannew, what did Fleet Admiral Sengoku decide? Who's leaving?"
As Doflamingo spoke, he gave his fingers a sharp hook. A thread almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly tightened around Brannew's neck.
Brannew's face turned red. He could barely breathe. After coughing several times, he answered weakly, his expression strained. "Let go... You're killing me!"
"Heh-heh-heh... You don't look like you're dying yet!"
Doflamingo laughed smugly for a while before finally relaxing his fingers.
When everyone looked closely, they