The result of arriving in time and either killing or capturing those attackers.
Curses against the World ** squeezed through the man's clenched teeth. He had not realized that his resentment encompassed the two people before him who had come to his aid.
Terry Kildayo swept his gaze over the merchant ship, its hull riddled with cracks and water seeping through the seams between its planks.
"This ship will need major repairs before it can sail again."
He withdrew his gaze. "How about we give you the ship we captured earlier?"
"I'm truly ashamed, having to use something you gave us to..."
"Let's not worry about that yet."
Rossi raised a hand to stop him and looked into the distance.
The city's outline twisted behind a curtain of smoke and fire, and the wind carried the smell of burning. "You have quite a few wounded here, don't you?"
Although those figures in white suits served the Celestial Dragons directly, the techniques they used shared their origins with the rumored "Six Powers"
techniques.
But powered by two forms of Haki, their destructive force far exceeded that of ordinary agents.
In other words, the city should now have been littered with bodies sliced open by sharp weapons or pierced by tremendous force.
"This brother of mine has an ability"
Rossi turned his head, glancing at the figure in sunglasses beside him. "That happens to be able to treat injuries like these."
Doflamingo said nothing.
His gaze behind the lenses shifted indifferently elsewhere. He pushed up his glasses, and the metal flashed coldly.
"Where are the wounded?"
"This... we're truly grateful."
Terry Kildayo pressed down on the blood-soaked bandages across his chest, a trace of relief entering his voice.
The fledgling organization lacked medicine and doctors most of all. Most of the wounded