"Heh, heh, heh... See that, Ye Chen? Your partner is no match for me."
Doflamingo hovered in midair, the fingers of both hands dancing lightly as though he were sewing or knitting.
His ten fingers bent and stretched with effortless ease. No outsider could tell what he was doing, but Lucci had been restrained, his face twisted in pain.
Countless threads bound Lucci's body, and something had even worked its way inside him. He hung in the air as if trapped in a Spider Web.
Lucci was strong, and his Haki was formidable. But against Doflamingo, he still fell a little short.
During the war at Marineford, Doflamingo had even restrained Diamond Jozu with ease. That was still a few years away, but there was no denying that Doflamingo's mastery of the String-String Fruit had already reached an astonishing level.
"Let him go!"
Ye Chen's voice was cold, almost commanding. He forced the three words through clenched teeth.
Monet stared at Ye Chen's back, momentarily dazed, with a faint pang of jealousy. Not just anyone could abandon a beautiful woman in his arms. One moment, Ye Chen had been taking liberties with her; the next, Lucci was trapped, and he had rushed straight out of the Snow Hut.
For all Ye Chen's joking and womanizing, he had his principles. His partners would always come first.
No one could replace them!
As for why he was always sidling up to women, that was simply his personal hobby.
Some people liked painting, some liked singing, and some liked drinking. Ye Chen happened to enjoy talking about life with women!
But he certainly didn't fall for every woman he met. So far, there was only one and a half women in his heart: Robin was the one, and Hancock was the half.
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