If regret came in pill form, Doflamingo alone could have kept an entire regret-pill factory in business!
He should have kept his damn mouth shut!
No matter how he listened to it, Randall's tone when he said his name at the end sure as hell didn't sound grateful.
Cold sweat broke out all over him.
"Is it too late to say that shipment wasn't mine?"
"What do you think?
I don't really care about myself, but touch my Caris, and you die."
Beside Randall, Caris gazed at him, deeply moved.
Her soft lips pressed against his cheek, kissing him again and again.
Randall's expression changed, and he caught Caris's hand as it strayed toward his crotch.
Then he gave her a meaningful look.
I'm working here!
Caris answered with a seductive look.
Then work. I'm not stopping you.
Oh, this little minx!
Compared to the sensual atmosphere on their end, things were far grimmer on the other.
Doflamingo smiled bitterly. So this man had sentenced him to death from the very beginning.
And to think he had been racking his brains all this time, searching for a way to survive.
"Give me a chance. I didn't have a choice before. Now I want to be a good man."
Doflamingo spoke through his humiliation.
"Heh. Fuck you. I'm a Marine."
At those words, Doflamingo suddenly covered his face, a deranged smile spreading across it.
"If you won't let me live, then don't blame me.
You're not here. You think these worthless Marines can capture me?
Fuffuffuffuffu! You'll regret... this..."
His arrogant voice grew quieter and quieter as he spotted five Vice Admirals suddenly emerging among the Marines.
Then lightning flashed, and a figure straight out of his nightmares appeared.
Rear Admiral Blue Crystal, Christa!
Her strength rivaled that of an Admiral