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The Doflamingo brothers, Crocodile, Gecko Moria, and Taran still left vacancies.
As long as he demonstrated enough weight, the Marines would not turn a blind eye.
That way, he could become a nail driven deep into that vast expanse of white buildings.
"The Donquixote Family has given us considerable support,"
the hooded man added, a hint of complexity entering his tone, "although their ultimate goal is to topple the existing throne and sit on it themselves."
"A temporary alliance."
The burly man summed it up.
"You could say that."
The wind swept sea foam onto the deck.
The three of them-Dragon beneath his hood, the burly Bartholomew Kuma, and Ivankov, who operated openly under the name of the Okama King-formed the innermost triangle of the ** Army.
But unlike Ivankov's flamboyant presence, Kuma's connection to the ** Army was wrapped in layers of concealment, sealed beneath the highest level of secrecy.
After all, a man about to become one of the Shichibukai could not leave any loose ends for others to trace.
Classes at the Orphanage lasted from morning until sunset.
The children slumped over their desks, their eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
When the final bell rang, they practically dragged their feet back to the dormitory, falling into a deep sleep the moment they collapsed onto their beds.
Only a handful could stay awake after lights-out, moving their limbs in the moonlight spilling through the windows or quietly repeating the combat techniques they had learned during the day.
Luo was not among them.
He sat beside his sister's pod, holding a notebook of medical notes.
The writing was somewhat blurred in the dim light, but he did not need to see it clearly-those sentences had long since been etched into his mind.
How to separate **, how to