Bartholomew Kuma

"Let's get this boring meeting over with already!"

"I doubt anyone here has time to waste, right?"

As he spoke, Doflamingo sauntered over, then leaped onto the table and sat cross-legged, his eyes fixed on Tsuru ahead of him.

"Vice Admiral Tsuru!"

"If I had to guess, the purpose of this meeting is simply to decide on a new member of the Shichibukai, correct?"

"Then wouldn't it be the same if you decided yourselves and notified us?"

Tsuru's expression remained unchanged, her voice devoid of emotion as she said evenly, "That isn't something I can decide."

"Besides!"

"I'm not the one presiding over this meeting."

Doflamingo narrowed his eyes, a trace of surprise crossing his face. "Oh?"

Then he smiled again.

"Is it Fleet Admiral Sengoku?"

"Then where is he?"

A cold smile suddenly appeared on Tsuru's face. "I suggest you stop acting so arrogant and insolent before he arrives!"

Doflamingo froze at her words, a dark gleam flashing in his eyes.

Anyone who could preside over a meeting like this had to be a senior officer at Marine Headquarters, and certainly no ordinary vice admiral.

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded from the shadows in the corridor outside.

"I've been listening for a while. Have you still not gotten to the point?"

A calm voice drifted in with them.

Surprise appeared on Doflamingo's face before he laughed. "The last person I expected to come actually showed up!"

The officer beside him swallowed nervously. Watching the man with a massive cross-shaped sword on his back arrive and slowly take a seat, he uttered his name in a trembling voice.

"Dracule Mihawk!"

There were differences in strength among the Shichibukai. Though those differences were not great, some of them were truly world-class fighters.

The World's Greatest Swordsman before them was one such