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Compared with the solo operation he had originally planned, this lineup had a much higher chance of success.
He looked crude and reckless, but his mind was meticulous.
Years of covert investigation had already brought him into contact with certain ** of this world.
That was precisely why he was so fixated on the fruit that could devour everything-against an enemy who might have lived for eight hundred years, stripping away their power was his only slim chance of victory.
As for what that power was...
How could someone who had lived eight hundred years not be a Devil Fruit user?
He did not know that the secret to the enemy's longevity actually came from another fruit, but his intuition was not wrong: that "Imu" hiding in the shadows
was bound to be closely connected to the power of Devil Fruits.
Not far away, the city's outline gradually came into focus.
Agents in black suits, armored guards, and those elite fighters in white suits... they blanketed the streets and squares as densely as an ant swarm.
Doflamingo adjusted his sunglasses.
Just as expected.
Even if they could bring in manpower from Other Worlds, their numbers were ultimately limited.
The great war he had experienced had depleted not only this world's reserves, but also drawn heavily on those of parallel worlds.
At least for now, no army composed entirely of top-tier agents had appeared-otherwise, this group around him, each with their own agenda, probably would not even make it through the first defensive line.
He turned his head and gave the man beside him a look.
Luo nodded and spread his fingers.
"ROOM."
A faint spatial ripple swept past.
The next second, a burly figure stood beside Doflamingo-brought there by teleportation.
"Your turn, Byrnndi World."
The sea breeze swept across