One Piece: The Will of Conqueror is the strongest!

Furthermore, Brando did not defeat Whitebeard, one of the Four Emperors, in a direct confrontation. He must have used some insidious means to force Whitebeard to kneel, which is something he is capable of doing.

However, he couldn't withstand Whitebeard's revenge afterward, since he had his own territory, unlike Brando, the lone wolf.

"Wait for me to get back."

Doflamingo hung up the Den Den Mushi after he finished speaking.

He knew Torrepol would try to stall for time until he returned.

"I had already given up on this idea, but since you brought it on yourself, don't blame me."

Then Doflamingo took out another Den Den Mushi.

This Den Den Mushi was specially assigned to the Seven Warlords of the Sea by the World Government; it's a dedicated Den Den Mushi that allows them to directly contact the Five Elders.

He didn't have Whitebeard's contact information, and it would take too long to get him to come over.

Moreover, the main purpose of cooperating with the World Government is to exchange it for the opportunity to become a Celestial Dragon again.

This time, we need to join forces with the World Government to deal with Brando.

“Brubru…”

Doflamingo stared at the Den Den Mushi dialing the number, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

I couldn't help but want to hum softly.

......

"Hey, is nobody going to answer the door?"

"Is this Doflamingo's way of treating guests?"

"He has no manners at all. Doflamingo has completely become a low-class pirate. He is no longer the high and mighty Celestial Dragon."

Brando knocked on the palace gates.

There was a group of guards planted in the trees beside him, so no one could come to open the door.

Torrepol knew his task was to stall for time, not to turn on Brando and start a fight, so he moved to open the door.

"Oh!"

"Since no one opened the door for me, I opened it myself and came in."

Brando blasted the heavy iron gate open with a single Rasengan and swaggered into the palace.

"Why is this place so shabby?"

"Leaving aside Alabasta and the Ryugu Kingdom, how come it can't even compare to the royal palace of the Goa Kingdom?"

"That turtle Doflamingo, how come he can't even steal a decent country when he's taking it over?"

Brando, who had just entered, immediately started picking a fight.

"What do you know, you country bumpkin?!"

Torrepol said angrily.

Violet, standing to the side, also looked displeased. After all, this was their royal palace, and this was an insult to them.

Chapter 85 Doflamingo's aesthetic sense is really bad.

"You, who looks like a slug, dare to call me a country bumpkin?"

Brando was not convinced.

I'm wearing a limited-edition Wandering Samurai outfit right now.

You can't possibly evaluate yourself while wearing a shabby blanket?

"Who's the slug!"

Torrepol roared.

I completely forgot the lines I had prepared to use to stall Brando.

"just you."

"Doflamingo, that turtle-man, still wants to return to the Celestial Dragons?"

"He finds a tiny guy in a country, and his subordinates are all such ugly and deformed. When I took down those Celestial Dragons, all of them were pretty normal. Is Doflamingo a psychopath?"

Brando looked at Torrepol with utter contempt and said.

Violet remained silent. She felt that Brando wasn't a good person either, and that it would be best if he fought the Don Quixote family to the death.

"you!!"

Torrepol couldn't win an argument with Brando and was getting anxious.

At this time, the other members of the Donquixote Family also arrived. There were preparations for the arena today, so most of the members were staying at the arena, while some were watching the factory and docks in Dressrosa. When they heard that something had happened at King's Heights, they immediately rushed back.

The three returning combatants were Rao G, Mahabais, and Señor Piqué.

"They're all perverts."

Brando turned around and looked behind him, then shook his head.

This isn't him being discriminatory; it's just that it's really not feasible.

An old man wearing a tight-fitting suit, a blond-haired man with a deep V-neck revealing his chest hair, and a fat man wearing swim trunks, a baby bib, a baby hat, and sunglasses.

It's all abnormal, Brando felt that he wasn't exercising the will of dominance, but simply telling the truth.

This twisted comment made two of them extremely unhappy, and they couldn't help but want to take action.

"Go cook me two dishes, and I want an iced Coke. I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

"Come here and give me a massage."

Brando then took the initiative, making arrangements and instructing Violet to give him a massage.

"?"

Torrepol was stunned.

Brando's barrage of facial attacks made him very uncomfortable, but he calmed down. His main task this time was to stall Brando, not to attack him.

The three combatants looked at Torrepol, waiting for him to give orders. After all, they didn't know what was going on, but this guy didn't look like a good person.

"Okay...this way please."

Torrepol gritted his teeth and replied, swallowing his dissatisfaction.

When Dover comes back, we'll team up and kill you, you foul-mouthed bastard!

Brando walked into the palace as if he were going home, while Violet, who was standing to the side, did not expect Torrebol to back down, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her heart.

Could this person really defeat Doflamingo?

Then she followed Brando, trying to see if she could persuade him to fight Doflamingo.

"what happened?"

Rao G, the oldest among them, frowned and asked.

"We'll discuss everything once the young master returns. Don't act rashly, or you'll die."

After leaving those words, Torrepol went to prepare Brando's breakfast.

The three combatants looked at each other, and finally chose to follow Torrebol's orders to rescue the members who were planted in the trees.

Brando sat in the main seat of the banquet hall, legs crossed, enjoying Violet massaging his shoulders.

Soon, the exquisite food was brought over by the maids and placed on the table in front of Brando. As for the iced cola, Torrebol had specially arranged for someone to buy it from the shopping street.

After all, Doflamingo wouldn't see such drinks for the poor; he only drinks fine wines.

Brando immediately started eating.

Aren't you afraid they'll poison you?

Violet couldn't help but remind her.

"Women, take care of yourselves."

Brando did not answer.

He couldn't very well say that he had been watching them cook with his eyes rolled back, could he?

It wasn't that he was afraid of being poisoned; the Sage Mode of Ryuchi Cave made him highly immune to toxins. However, Brando didn't want to eat other people's saliva; he was afraid someone would spit on him.

He can't be immune to this combination of magic and psychological damage.

Violet felt a chill run down her spine and stopped talking. Torrepol had just described this man as an uncontrollable lunatic.

Although Torrepol cursed Brando's ancestors countless times in his heart, he still pretended to be amiable on the surface.

After the meal, he arranged for dancers to perform, and even made Violet the lead dancer.

"This is a bit ugly. Doflamingo still keeps this woman in such a bad shape? Is this the level of dancing of the former Dressrosa princess?"

Brando wasn't in a hurry either; dealing with these small fry wasn't worth it. The main thing was to wait for Doflamingo.

Rather than catching them and beating them up, verbally instilling your will to dominate them is a good option. Although there's no reward, it's kind of satisfying to see these people looking miserable and feeling bad, yet unable to kill you.