Only the fat merchant who had spent twelve million on the twin sisters could not hold back and muttered under his breath:
"I paid for those-"
Norton glanced at him, and the fat merchant immediately shut his mouth.
"Money?" Norton pointed at Doflamingo. "Ask him for it."
Doflamingo raised an eyebrow. "Hey, hey, this has nothing to do with me."
"Didn't you want to buy me a drink?" Norton said. "That's the price."
Doflamingo fell silent for two seconds, then smiled. "Fufufufu-interesting. Very interesting."
He turned to the fat merchant. "How much? Twelve million? Come to GR-30 tomorrow and give them my name."
The fat merchant stood frozen, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Who would dare collect money from Doflamingo?
But Norton no longer cared about any of that. He stepped onto the stage and approached the slaves.
"How do you take these collars off?"
Rayleigh followed lazily behind him and removed the slaves' explosive collars one by one.
Nami had already rushed onto the stage.
Norton stood to the side, watching it all.
Doflamingo leaned against a pillar, gazing thoughtfully at Norton's back.
Rayleigh walked over and leaned against the same pillar.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Him," Doflamingo said, tipping his chin toward Norton. "What do you think of him?"
Rayleigh was silent for a while.
"Hard to say, but there's one thing I'm certain of."
"Oh?"
"He genuinely doesn't care," Rayleigh said. "Not about the Celestial Dragons, not about the Shichibukai, not about any of this world's rules."
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes.
"Fufufufu-"
He straightened and headed outside, looking back when he reached the door.
"Admiral Norton," he said. "I'll owe you that drink for now. We'll have it when you reach the New World."
Norton turned back, looked at Doflamingo, and grinned. "Who said you