Doflamingo grinned.
"I heard you were entering the Central Fighting Tournament. As it happens, I wanted to have some fun too. That punch you gave me back then is something I'll never forget!"
"Let's meet in the arena!"
"Mr. Good!"
Chapter 112: The slave Qikara
Night fell at the inn.
Good sat by the window, looking through the list of contestants the organizers had sent over. It contained quite a few names he had heard before.
One person in particular interested him.
A Giant-Hajrudin!
Over the past few years, Hajrudin had been active with several companions, moving between battlefields as mercenaries and making quite a name for themselves.
"This is the guy!"
Good made up his mind.
It wasn't just Big Mom. Every power coveted the strength of the Giants, even the World Government. There were plenty of Giant Vice Admirals in the Navy.
If he could recruit a Giant into the Beasts Pirates, Big Brother Kaido would certainly be delighted. And his racial advantages alone made Hajrudin qualified to join the Flying Six.
Good put down the list and looked at the thin, frail girl standing in the middle of the room, dressed in coarse hemp clothing and trembling with unease.
The girl was about two meters tall, with pink hair and quite a pretty face. She was simply too thin-even her breasts had wasted away, looking like two screws fastened to a steel plate.
Severe malnutrition.
Yet her frail body contained considerable strength. With proper training, she should become a decent fighter.
However, what appealed to him wasn't her fighting strength, but her status as a slave of the Celestial Dragons. He remembered that slaves were good at housework.
He happened to need a maid. He wondered whether this girl would be up to the task.
Good studied