Pirate: I'm just slacking off, do you really think I'm a noob?

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

"What kind of magic did you...exactly do?"

He couldn't believe his eyes, nor could he let go of the knife in his hand.

His heart seemed to be pinched hard, and the hair on his head stood up one by one.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks.

He tried his best to open his only remaining eye and stared at the place where the blades were clashing.

Finally, a burst of dust floated, and he saw clearly what was blocking his blade.

Those were a few crystal clear, almost invisible threads.

However, just a few silk threads that seemed to break at the first touch were able to firmly block his broadsword.

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

The childish face showed an extremely crazy look.

He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips before smiling evilly:

"Fufufufufufu, waste is waste, you can't even tell the difference between traps and flaws."

"Do you really think you can compete with me with your strength? You are just the interesting spice in my boring life."

Looking at the devil-like little boy beneath him, the mafia boss felt regret for the first time.

He shouldn't be so arrogant. It would be nice if he could know more about his opponent when he received Doflamingo's letter.

He hesitated and finally uttered a few words.

"I...I am willing to give up everything...just asking you to let me live."

"Fufufufufu, you're only now negotiating terms with me?"

"But you did put on a good show for me, so I'll give you a choice. If you kill all the remaining mafiosi, I will allow you to live."

Doflamingo's smile looked very evil in the eyes of the mafia boss.

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

Doflamingo's fingers suddenly hooked the thread in the air before the mafia boss could react.

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

Doflamingo kicked the mafia boss in the chest, and he didn't care whether the mafia boss lived or not.

"Go quickly, your injury can still last for five minutes. If the remaining people can't be killed in five minutes, you will die from excessive bleeding, fufufufufufu."

The mafia boss struggled to get up from the ground, breathing heavily, and looked at Doflamingo's face.

"Dover, why don't you kill him now? There's something wrong with the way he looks at you."

Torebol stepped forward. He was the person who cared about Doflamingo the most and was also the dog-headed strategist of the Don Quixote family.

"Don't worry, Torebol, I believe this guy will make the right choice."

Doflamingo believed in his own judgment. He believed that he had control of the situation on the battlefield, and no one could disobey his own ideas.

The mafia boss's one eye was filled with bloodshot eyes, and the protruding veins on his face represented his fierce inner struggle.

Finally, when Doflamingo became impatient.

His eyes changed from confused at the beginning to firm.

Holding a big knife, he turned around and rushed into the crowd to kill.

"Boss, it's me, boss!"

"The boss has rebelled. He has betrayed the family. He has become the executioner of the Don Quixote family!"

The mafia boss was crying while frequently raising the butcher knife in his hand and slashing at the former family members.

He became a coward when it came to the choice between protecting himself or dying in battle with his family.

In order to make himself feel better psychologically, he tried not to look at the faces of family members, only looking at the waist before swinging the knife.

"That's it. If you die, then die."

A group of people from Raleigh and Gion had been watching all this from a long distance. They held telescopes and observed everything in the venue.

"Is this Doflamingo still a Devil Fruit user?"

"I can't tell what kind of ability it is. It's like the airflow can cut wounds on the enemy, but why can it block the blade?"

Gion and Kake couldn't figure out what the fruit's ability was.

Raleigh had no intention of getting involved. He naturally knew about Doflamingo's fruit ability.

A superhuman fruit that looked like a waste was finally played out by Doflamingo.

This guy is just unlucky. If he eats a natural-type Shaoshao fruit or an animal-type ancient species or a fantasy beast species, his achievements will not stop at the Shichibukai.

Logically speaking, a person as sinister, arrogant, and with a complicated identity as Doflamingo shouldn't have been defeated by the Sun God so early.

Anyway, Luo Li didn't see anything else, but he felt that Doflamingo was already a little perverted.

That mafia boss, Doflamingo probably had no intention of letting him survive from the beginning.

Raleigh remembered that Doflamingo had a move called Parasitic Thread, but it seemed that it had not been developed yet.

This move was probably developed because Doflamingo likes to play with people's hearts.

Well, it fits the idea of ​​perversion.

"Master, won't we intervene in the fight?"

Miles asked. He saw from the telescope that the battle was almost over, and there were still sixty or seventy people left standing among the mafia members.

"What are you going to do?"

Rowley looked at Miles curiously, not understanding what his eldest disciple was thinking.

"Go and save people. Haven't we already set up the encirclement? If we jump out now, we can capture both mafia families."

Miles said excitedly.

Rowley's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Miles, and then at the sloppy Kaji.

Touching his chin, he thought: Is stupidity contagious?

In the future, Miles must stay away from Kaji. Miles, who originally had some brains, is now infected.

Rowley felt that his stupidity was about to come out.

"Rowley, do you want to wait until the mafia fight is over before you start?"

Gion said, watching the battle almost end, but still without giving orders.

Rowley nodded, then stretched out his finger and flicked Miles' head hard.

"It hurts, Master."

Miles hugged his head and said pitifully.

"It hurts, right? If you weren't so stupid, I wouldn't bother with you. Next time, think about what you want to say before you say it."

"Two gangs of mafia are fighting. Why don't we wait until they are done fighting?"

"In addition, if we suddenly appear, it may make them unite and solve the threat from the navy first."

"After all, they are fighting for territory internally, and they can surrender to the other side and become mafia. But surrendering to the navy will only lead to being thrown into jail."