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Across the long table, the old man with the handlebar mustache raised his eyelids.
The turmoil of recent years had forced even those who had long remained behind the scenes to step into the foreground.
The fighting had stirred up the viciousness of their youth again, like aged wine exposed to light.
"My task is complete."
His voice was flat, as though he were describing the weather. "And you failed to take down even one of their officers? These are the 'legends'?"
On the other side, the burly figure sitting with his arms folded opened his eyes.
As his gaze fell on them, the air abruptly grew heavy.
The balding old man's breath caught, and the scar on his forehead grew faintly hot.
"You may question our stance,"
Kaido said, his tone carrying a deliberate refinement utterly unlike the image of a savage beast that circulated across the seas. "But you cannot question our strength."
He paused, tapping his knuckles against the back of his chair. "Doflamingo's strength made even the one behind you wary enough to banish him.
As for that boy who plays with lightning... Garp's grandson, Dragon's son, the wielder of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.
You should know what that means."
The old man in the flat cap, leaning on a cane, slowly took up the conversation.
He looked as withered as dying embers; no one could imagine what twisted power lurked within that shell. "Variables do exist, but they do not affect the overall situation."
Three old men, two pirate emperors, and the calamities and Sweet Commanders under their command-this force was already enough to tip the scales.
Besides, Dressrosa was now an isolated island, while the allied forces had the entire sea behind them supplying their needs.
"Since Garp's grandson is here,"
The bald old