Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

The mafia boss's pupils suddenly dilated, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

"What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

He couldn't believe his eyes, nor could he loosen his grip on the knife.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, and the hair on my head stood on end.

Sweat streamed down his face.

He strained to open his only remaining eye, staring intently at the point where the blades clashed.

Finally, a cloud of dust rose, and he saw clearly what was blocking his blade.

Those were several crystal-clear, almost invisible threads.

Yet these few seemingly fragile threads were able to firmly block his broadsword.

Doflamingo, whose entire figure was blocked by the mafia boss, finally raised his head after laughing loudly.

His youthful face revealed an extremely manic expression.

He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips before grinning maliciously:

"Fufufufufu, trash is trash. It can't even tell the difference between a trap and a flaw."

"Do you really think you can compete with me? You're just an interesting spice in my boring life."

Looking at the little boy beneath him, who resembled a demon, the mafia boss experienced regret for the first time.

He shouldn't have been so arrogant. If only he had learned more about his opponent when he received Doflamingo's letter.

After a moment of hesitation, a few words finally escaped from his lips.

"I...I'm willing to give up everything...I just ask that you let me live."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, are you only now trying to negotiate with me?"

"But you've put on quite a show for me. So I'll give you a choice: kill all the rest of the mafia and I'll allow you to live."

Doflamingo's smile looked extremely sinister in the eyes of the mafia boss.

"However, as the price for attacking me, you will have to pay something in return."

Doflamingo suddenly flicked the silken thread in the air with his finger before the mafia boss could react.

A few threads that had just appeared in the air tore through his clothes, leaving several very fine cuts deep on his chest.

Doflamingo kicked the mafia boss in the chest, not caring whether the boss would survive.

"Go quickly. Your injuries can only last for five more minutes. If you can't take care of the rest of them in five minutes, you will die from blood loss. Fufufufufufu."

The mafia boss struggled to his feet, panting heavily, and stared at Doflamingo's face.

"Dover, should we kill him now? There's something wrong with the way he's looking at you."

Trebol stepped forward; he was the one who cared most about Doflamingo and was also the Donquixote Family's strategist.

"No rush, Torrebol, I believe this guy will make the right choice."

Doflamingo had great confidence in his judgment; he believed he had control of the battlefield and no one could go against his ideas.

The mafia boss's single eye was bloodshot, and the bulging veins on his face indicated his intense inner struggle.

Finally, when Doflamingo was getting a little impatient...

His eyes, which had been filled with confusion at first, became firm.

Holding a large sword, he turned and charged into the crowd, slaughtering everyone.

"Boss, it's me, boss!"

"The eldest brother has betrayed us! He's betrayed the family! He's become the executioner of the Don Quixote family!"

With tears streaming down his face, the mafia boss repeatedly raised his knife and slashed at his former family members.

Faced with the choice between preserving himself and dying alongside his family, he acted like a coward.

To make himself feel better, he tried his best not to look at the faces of his family members, and only looked at his waist before swinging his knife.

"That's it. If I die, then so be it."

Raleigh and a group of people from Gion had been watching all this from a distance, holding binoculars and observing everything in the area.

"Is this Doflamingo a Devil Fruit user?"

"I can't figure out what kind of ability it is. It's like the airflow cuts wounds into the enemy, but why can it block the blade?"

Gion and Kake couldn't understand what kind of Devil Fruit power it was.

Raleigh had no intention of getting involved, as he was naturally aware of Doflamingo's Devil Fruit ability.

Doflamingo managed to make the most of a seemingly useless Paramecia-type Devil Fruit.

This guy was just unlucky. If he had eaten a Logia-type Mera Mera no Mi (Flame-Flame Fruit) or a Zoan-type Ancient Zoan or Mythical Zoan, his achievements probably wouldn't have stopped at the level of Shichibukai.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case that someone as insidious, arrogant, and complex as Doflamingo was defeated by the Sun God so early.

Anyway, Raleigh didn't see anything else, but he felt that Doflamingo had become somewhat psychologically abnormal.

That mafia boss, Doflamingo probably never intended for him to live from the start.

Raleigh remembers that Doflamingo has a technique called Parasite Thread, but it doesn't seem to have been developed yet.

It's probably because Doflamingo likes to manipulate people's hearts that he developed this technique.

Hmm, that fits the idea of ​​a pervert.

"Master, shall we not intervene in the battle?"

Miles asked, noting through his binoculars that the battle was nearing its end and that only sixty or seventy Mafia members remained standing.

"What did you do in the past?"

Raleigh glanced at Miles with curiosity, not understanding what his eldest apprentice was thinking.

"Go and rescue them! Our encirclement is already set up, isn't it? Jumping out now would be the perfect opportunity to capture both mafia families."

Miles said excitedly.

Raleigh's lips twitched as he glanced at Miles, then at the hastily written calculation.

Touching his chin, he wondered: Is stupidity contagious?

From now on, we need to keep Miles away from Gaji. Miles, who used to have some sense, has now been infected.

Raleigh felt like his aversion to stupidity was about to flare up.

"Raleigh, are you trying to wait until the Mafia finish fighting before you make your move?"

Looking at the battle, which was almost over but still hadn't given any orders, Gion spoke up.

Raleigh nodded, then flicked Miles' head hard with his finger.

"It hurts so much, Master."

Miles held his head and said pitifully.

"It's good that it hurts. If you weren't that stupid, I wouldn't bother with you. Next time, think things through before you say them."

"Two mafia gangs are fighting. This is such a good opportunity to sit back and watch them fight. Why don't we wait until they're done fighting before we make our move?"

"Furthermore, if we suddenly appear, it might actually unite them to deal with the threat from the navy first."

"After all, they're fighting over territory internally, so they can surrender to the other side and become part of the mafia. But surrendering to the navy will only get you thrown in jail."