No, impossible.
Only the officers knew he was going to the Holy Land, and they would never betray him. It had to be for something else.
Trebol reminded him worriedly, "Young master, Good coming at a time like this could very well be about the Flame-Flame Fruit!"
"Fufufu, that's certainly possible."
Doflamingo sneered.
That man controlled both the Beasts Pirates and Hoenn, as well as the Hoenn Residential Communities spread across the world. Add his partnerships with various Underworld forces, and his intelligence-gathering capabilities had long since become the best in the business.
Not even the slightest stir in the Underworld could escape his notice.
Although he had bought the Flame-Flame Fruit immediately, it had already appeared at an auction house before that. Anyone interested could easily learn the news.
Doflamingo's expression darkened.
He had planned to give the Flame-Flame Fruit to Vergo to eat.
He wanted to make Vergo an Admiral!
Vergo was only forty, in his prime. Although he had lost to Luo, that defeat had also allowed him to advance further. With the Flame-Flame Fruit as well, he would absolutely qualify to compete for the vacant Admiral position.
In another decade or so, once Akainu and Kizaru retired, Vergo, with his backing, could naturally become the next Fleet Admiral, and the Navy would fall into his hands.
It was a perfect plan.
Provided he could hold on to the Flame-Flame Fruit.
"Fufufu, let's welcome Mr. Good!"
"Yes."
The royal capital, Lovers' Avenue.
"Shops for sale?"
Good walked down the middle of the street, scanning the surrounding shops. Quite a few had "For sale" signs posted.
Members of the Donquixote Family were still inside many of the shops.
"Is this... cashing out and running?"
Good's gaze turned peculiar.
What a wastrel!
But on second thought, once Doflamingo left