Doflamingo crossed his arms, letting out his signature strange fufufu laugh. Behind the lenses of his sunglasses, his eyes locked onto Ye Chen.
"Actually, there's nothing serious. I'm just... particularly curious about your mount."
"Curious, are you?" Ye Chen smiled faintly.
He didn't believe that nonsense for a second. Knowing Doflamingo's cunning and devious nature, there was no way he would go through all this trouble just to satisfy idle curiosity. There was definitely something bigger going on—he wouldn't have gone as far as using threats to bring Ye Chen here otherwise.
"Then let's hear it—what exactly are you curious about?"
"Fufufu..." Doflamingo chuckled again. "I'm especially interested in the origin of your mount. If you're willing to tell me, I can offer a very generous reward."
Ye Chen's eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement. He gave Doflamingo a half-smile.
So that's what this fox was after—he assumed Osiris came from some rare dragon species and was trying to dig out its whereabouts so he could hunt more of them.
Too bad for him—Osiris was one of a kind in this world.
"And what if I say no?" Ye Chen asked, still smiling.
"In that case," Doflamingo said, "I can't let you leave."
"You think you can stop me? Or are you that confident you can keep me here?"
"Fufufu... Looks like we've reached an impasse."
Doflamingo's smile dropped. He clapped his hands, and the doors swung open. His top officers entered the room, one after another.
"I told you, young master, there was no need to waste words on him."
A man wearing a cloak covered in circles, like a quilt, with a cane marked by a plum blossom. A small pair of sunglasses sat on his nose, with snot dangling from his nostril.
Trebol — a user of the Sticky-Sticky Fruit, and one of the top officers of the Donquixote Family.
"I agree with Trebol, young master."
A sharply high-pitched voice came from a muscular man with long hair, clad like a Roman gladiator.
Pica — wielder of the Stone-Stone Fruit, one of the three main officers.
"Gh."
The sound came from a strange-looking elderly man with a bizarre outfit.
Lisa's heart clenched as she watched these intimidating figures enter. Each radiated overwhelming presence. She blamed herself—if she hadn't failed, Ye Chen wouldn't be in such danger now.
"Ye Chen, I've studied you. Your only real strength is that mount of yours. But now, do you think it still has any use? Be smart—I'll spare your life if you cooperate."
Doflamingo gave a twisted laugh, his face full of smug confidence. In his eyes, the trap had closed. Everything was under his control.
Sigh... here we go again, Ye Chen thought, exasperated. Why do they all look down on me? Every damn time, they think they've got me in the bag.
Could these guys chill with the theatrics and leave him some breathing room for once?
"You really think your little gang of trash is worth anything?" Ye Chen asked.
"Of course," Doflamingo replied with total certainty.
This was his turf. And for this operation, he had mobilized nearly his entire family. He had calculated carefully: even if the dragon had the power of an Admiral, with the full strength of his crew, they still had a solid chance.
Most importantly—now that Ye Chen had shown up, there was no way he'd be walking out.
Once they captured Ye Chen, his mount wouldn't dare make a move.
"Then I'd like to see where your confidence comes from," Ye Chen smirked. "Osiris—take them down."
The moment the words left his mouth—
The dragon coiled around Ye Chen's body, Osiris, suddenly opened its eyes. Its claws shimmered with crimson divine energy and expanded to dozens of times their size in an instant. In a single blur of motion, Osiris lunged straight at Doflamingo's officers.
The ambush happened so fast that none of them even had time to react. Osiris's claws seized them, wrapping them in a red, hazy aura that rendered them completely immobile.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A cascade of metallic clashes erupted as Ye Chen drew his katana, blade gleaming. On the other side, Doflamingo manipulated his razor-sharp threads.
"You're a Celestial Dragon, Doflamingo," Ye Chen mocked. "Didn't the World Government tell you what my powers are?"
"This reaction speed... at least swordmaster level…"
Doflamingo's face twisted. A moment ago, he had the upper hand—but now, in just a blink, the tables had turned.
He had known the thing around Ye Chen's body was the so-called Sky Dragon. What he didn't know was that it had such bizarre powers—like changing size at will. That sudden expansion had caught his entire crew completely off guard.
And Ye Chen himself was no mere fighter—he was a swordsman of terrifying skill.
Two fatal misjudgments—and just like that, Doflamingo went from predator to prey.
"This... this is all a misunderstanding," Doflamingo suddenly said.
He withdrew his threads and slowly walked back to his seat, sitting down like nothing had happened.
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