At the same time.
Dressrosa Palace.
A group of little people from the Dontata tribe, holding explosives and with cotton balls stuffed in their ears, stood guard outside the door of Sugar's room in a menacing manner.
"What on earth are you guys doing?!"
"Are you planning a rebellion?"
Torrebol had a long snot hanging from his nose and shouted angrily at the group of Dontata people.
However, the Dongtata tribe seemed to have not heard anything, and the leader raised his spear and shouted loudly: "Quickly release Princess Manshirley, otherwise I will blow up this place immediately!"
"Princess Manshirley?"
Torrebil frowned when he heard this.
Damn, which bastard told them the truth
"Listen to me, your Princess Manshirley is just injured, we are helping you treat her..."
whoosh!
A spear not much thicker than a toothpick flew over and pierced into Torrepol's clothes, nailing him to the wall. Torrepol looked at the earplugs on the ears of the little people of the Dontata tribe with sweat on his forehead and couldn't help swallowing.
These guys...
Which bastard blocked their ears
"Give us the princess back!"
“Give it back to us!!”
Holding high the explosives that were several times larger than their bodies, the Dontata tribe members pretended to be fierce with their cute faces and slowly moved towards Sugar.
...
The scene cuts back to the inside of the underground factory.
"Master Dover..."
The fire was basically under control. Gladius, who had a light blue spiky hair and was holding a bucket, appeared next to Doflamingo and whispered, "The palace guards...didn't respond at all."
Doflamingo: "..."
Turning his head and glancing at Vivian's confident smile, Doflamingo took a deep breath, calmed himself down and said, "Tell me your conditions."
"He is indeed a smart man."
As Vivian spoke, blood spurted out of his mouth again, which made Dashiqi, who was supporting him, feel worried.
"My conditions are simple. I want to take away all the people and toys on the ship..."
"That's impossible." Gladius refused.
But Doflamingo reached out to stop him.
"You can take the civilians and toys. But what else?"
"Besides that... I also want Trance's antidote, and... 20% of the profits from your business."
As soon as Vivian said this, everyone in the audience immediately focused their attention on him.
Almost all the pirates of the Don Quixote family showed angry expressions.
As for the navy side, everyone except Smoker and Cotto became disappointed.
Sergeant Vivian...how could he...how could he...make such an unjust request
I originally thought that Sergeant Vivian was a very righteous and good navy man who only cared about the civilians, but I didn't expect...
"I really misjudged Sergeant Vivian."
"I never thought he would be this kind of person."
Some sailors began to whisper.
A feeling of betrayal suddenly overwhelmed me.
However, after hearing this, Doflamingo couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, and laughed even more crazily.
I originally thought that these navy men who came to rescue people would be so righteous, but they ended up having such an idea
It really is...it makes me want to laugh.
But, a mere colonel of a headquarters wants 20% of the profits from my business
I began to ponder over it in my heart.
At worst, I don’t even need to be one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!
And at this moment when the scene was deadlocked.
Option 1: Continue to insist on asking for 20% profit. (Completion reward: Random plane combat skill x1)
Option 2: Reduce the profit required to 10%. (Completion reward: random basic attribute +1)
"One percent." Vivian immediately stretched out her finger.
"This is my last concession. Otherwise, we will both die together."
As he said this, he retreated to Fujitora who was standing behind him, shook his saber slightly, and lightning instantly wrapped around the blade.
Doflamingo glanced at Fujitora upon seeing this.
"I can agree to this condition."
"Master Dover?!"
Upon hearing this, a group of pirates from the Don Quixote family all looked over in shock, their expressions as if they had heard something incredible.
Master Dover..
Are you willing to suffer such a loss
Is this still the Master Dover that I know
However, what Doflamingo was thinking at this moment was: It's just a 10% profit. Losing a little money doesn't seem to be unacceptable as long as he can temporarily keep his property.
After all, he is now in urgent need of the protection of his position as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and his identity as the King of Dressrosa.
It does not seem worthwhile to give up all the hard work over the years just for a 10% profit.
In addition, the strength of the blind man was also beyond his comprehension.
"Yicheng, you name a transaction location, and I will send someone to deliver it there every three months." Doflamingo said.
As for whether the other party would use this leverage to increase the amount after leaving, he was not worried about this issue.
At worst, it would be just as Vivian said, and we would be in a complete fight to the death with the navy.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with continuing to be a pirate on the sea. He actually missed the days in the North Sea.
"OK."
Vivian smiled, stretched out her hand, and shook hands with Doflamingo, reaching a consensus with him.
"Master Dover, the losses we suffered today..."
Someone glanced at the burnt warehouse at the back and asked cautiously.
"It's just a small loss, but I've used it to make a few navy friends. It's worth it." Doflamingo said expressionlessly.
As for what he was thinking, Vivian knew it very well.
If Fujitora had not been present, he estimated that he would have either wiped out the entire Don Quixote family today or would have had no chance of leaving here.
With the help of Tashigi, he boarded Smoker's warship. As soon as he stepped onto the deck, he saw a group of naval soldiers looking at him with disdain.
"Vivian, when we return to headquarters, we will report this matter to our superiors truthfully!"
"Just wait to be fired."
The words fell.
"Wow!"
Vivian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Vivian!"
Cotto came over quickly.
Smoker, who was standing by, was holding two cigars in his mouth, puffing smoke as he explained to the others, "This kid is seriously injured. If he has suffered this fate based on the strength he just displayed, I guess if I were to attack him, I would probably suffer the same fate."
"What?"
"Even Colonel Smoker is no match for that guy?"
The soldiers looked a little surprised.
After all, Smoker was sent from the Navy Headquarters. As a colonel of the headquarters, he was undoubtedly a "God of War" for them who had been in the seas for many years. But now...
"After all, he is one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, second only to the Four Emperors and the Admirals in the New World." Smoker blew out another smoke ring, "So, for now, I am indeed no match for him."
This was the first time he admitted in front of his subordinates that he was not as skilled as others.
Although he usually looks serious, he actually attaches great importance to his reputation.
"So, the reason why this guy wants that 10% profit seems to be for money, but in fact it is for self-protection."
"Self-protection?"
"Because...if we really fight those guys, it's estimated that few of us will be able to leave here alive."