"Nice pirate ship. Heh, heh, heh... I'm almost jealous."
Basan was sunning himself on the deck when a pink shape drifted through the distant sky. At first glance, it looked like a fluffy ball. As it drew closer, though, he saw that it was a man—a man wearing an enormous pink coat.
At the sound of his laughter, Basan's eyes widened. Moments later, Doflamingo landed on the deck of the Death God.
His polished black boots struck the deck with a sharp click. Hands tucked into his pockets, Doflamingo sauntered around, clicking his tongue in admiration.
"Doflamingo, you're not welcome here. Leave. Now." Basan's face darkened, and he rose abruptly from the Wicker Chair. Ye Chen had left him to watch the ship. He hadn't expected Doflamingo to appear, and Doflamingo clearly hadn't come just to admire Ye Chen's new vessel.
"Who's here?"
Hearing the commotion, Pizarro and Loka emerged from the cabin.
"Hm?"
Doflamingo's gaze fell on them. Surprise flashed across his purple sunglasses.
"Heh, heh, heh... Well, this is quite a sight. The Corrupt King Pizarro and Slob Loka—two very important men. What's this? Are you really content to wear those damned Seastone Handcuffs? I could set you free. Heh, heh, heh..." Doflamingo sat down in the chair Basan had just vacated.
"You... you'd let us go?"
Loka narrowed his eyes at Doflamingo, clearly skeptical. He didn't believe good fortune simply fell from the sky.
"No..."
Doflamingo shook his head, then snapped his fingers. "Freedom has another meaning: death!"
He flicked a finger, sending a streak of white light straight at Loka. Handcuffed though he was, Loka's reflexes were still sharp. He flipped backward and dodged the attack with ease.
Loka spat on the ground. "If it weren't for these damned cuffs, I'd teach you a lesson right