One Piece: The Will of Conqueror is the strongest

"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.

"You."

"Doflamingo, that turtle-man, still wants to return to being a Celestial Dragon?"

"He finds a tiny country, a small guy, and his subordinates are all such ugly and deformed. I took down those Celestial Dragons, and all his subordinates were perfectly 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 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 was an event being prepared at the arena today, so most of the members were staying there, while some were watching over the factory and docks in Dressrosa. Upon hearing 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 obviously perverted, 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 take you down, 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, mind your own business."

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. This woman's figure is out of shape, why is Doflamingo still keeping her? Is this the level of dancing the former Dressrosa princess is?"

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.

"This guy is definitely a madman!"

Torrepol felt that the previous newspaper reviews were too lenient.

This person disliked everyone from Dover to the maids, finding fault and picking on them. He had met Celestial Dragons before, but even they weren't this annoying.

......

"Don't run away, Red-Eyed Brando!"

Doflamingo is rushing back, using his String-String Fruit powers to climb the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

I just contacted the Five Elders, and they promised to send a Marine Admiral over as soon as possible. The Knights of God will also be sent over after he sends out the signal to begin his operation.

However, Doflamingo has also reached an agreement on the most important matter: if he can kill Brando or capture him this time, the Five Elders will give Doflamingo a chance to become a member of the Knights of God.

After passing this test, you can become a Celestial Dragon again!

Doflamingo would rather be an ordinary Celestial Dragon, but he has no choice. He will have to give up his power on the seas, but he will also have the opportunity to become one of the Five Elders!

This ignited Doflamingo's passion.

in the afternoon.

Brando, who was lying in the Doflamingo pool enjoying a massage from Violet in her swimsuit, opened his eyes.

"So slow, Doflamingo."

Brando stood up abruptly, shoved Violet aside, put on his robe, then slung the Uchiha fan over his shoulder and picked up the ninja sword, Rai.

Doflamingo, like Spider-Man, fell from the sky while hanging from a string in his right hand.

"We finally meet, Brando!"

Doflamingo's expression wasn't very good.

Because he saw Violet dressed scantily next to Brando.

This woman was naturally not his wife, but his mistress, but she was not someone just anyone could touch, which made him very angry.

"Doflamingo, you turtle man."

"Why only arrest the men in this city and send them to factories to be turned into toys and forced into hard labor? Why not arrest the women?"

"You bastard, are you a seductress or not? Tell me!!"

Brando's expression was even more unpleasant than Doflamingo's.

He pointed at Doflamingo with an angry expression and questioned him.

"what?"

This question stunned Doflamingo, who looked as if he had seen a top-secret news report.

He stopped what he was about to do, which was to secretly dial the Den Den Mushi on his waist.