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Alband City.

In a tavern in the central area.

"An unexpected person has arrived."

A man with tattoos on half of his face and arms seemed to have noticed something and spoke with a slight sigh.

The light in the tavern was extremely dark, and there were almost no other people around.

The noise from the outside world can hardly affect this quiet and somewhat quiet tavern.

Behind the man, stood a man who was extremely large, like a bear. The man was holding a huge travel book in his hand, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and his face was hard and angular.

A similarly tall, more peculiar man was sitting in front of the bar counter with his legs crossed, happily pouring wine into his mouth.

He has an unusually large dark purple explosive hair, long and thick eyelashes, light blue eye shadow and dark purple lip gloss; his clothes are particularly weird, wearing mesh stockings and a cloak, and a tight-fitting ultra-low-cut jumpsuit that exposes his belly.

There is a large skull tattoo on his skin. It is difficult to tell whether he is a man or a woman.

"Did you find any dragons?" Ambrio Ivankov, the man dressed in a very strange style, blinked and asked in a strange accent: "Does it mean that the navy also pursued this island?

What?"

"It's not the Navy. The Navy has indeed given up on the New World. This is unmistakable. There is no information about the arrival of any naval warships at the port, so the Navy can rule it out for the time being."

Furfur!

The man in the red feather coat raised his head and laughed wildly, accompanied by the surging red blood, which made the surrounding environment look slightly frightening and tragic.

"It's so exciting! This is what it feels like to be in the center of the storm of the times! How long has it been since Gol D. Roger was executed? How long has it been since Gol D. Roger was executed? Fufufufufu! Huh?"

Don Quixote-Doflamingo, who was laughing wildly, suddenly stopped laughing and looked at one place. A team of four people was strolling towards the building where he was.

Two men and two women.

The man walking at the front, Jean Doflamingo, frowned tightly.

"Who is this? Who is it? So familiar! It seems like I have seen it somewhere. Who could it be? Who could it be?"

One was wearing a gray-black cloak with neatly arranged circles on it, resembling a large quilt. He was holding a cane with a plum blossom logo in his hand, and a pair of small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with a drop under his nose.

A slovenly man with a snotty nose, bare feet, and sparsely exposed teeth in his lips, mumbling over and over again.

"Idiot Trebol! Take a good look at the person on this bounty order!" A long-legged man wearing a fur-brimmed hat and two obvious facial lines on his face picked up a large stack of bounty orders in his hand.

He pulled out a piece of paper and stuffed it under the eyes of Trebol, the snot-nosed man.

"Really, I just wanted to relax to feel the violent atmosphere of the times, but I didn't expect to see such a big shot here."

Don Quixote-Doflamingo's frowned brows relaxed again, and that wanton smile appeared on his face again. He jumped down from the tall building and looked at Tang Bai who was walking slowly from a distance.

"Young Master, you should retreat as soon as possible." A man with a huge body, cross-shaped black hair, a smiling pirate logo pattern printed on his teeth, and strange chains wrapped around his body looked nervously at the distance.

Tang Bai was getting closer and closer, and the blood all over his body seemed to be immersed in a bone-chilling chill at this moment.

Judging from the appearance, the other party does not seem to be a vicious person, or the kind of extremely vicious person described in the reward order. He is wearing a slim black long dress, slightly covering his knees, and he holds up one finger on his right hand.

Wearing a black bowler hat, he twirled gently.

He doesn't have the kind of pride and domineering that he should have. He looks like a gentle gentleman who can't help but be frail.

But a person’s name is like a tree’s shadow.

Although the bounty order for this man, the Navy, did not reveal any more information about that battle except for the soaring bounty, that kind of information is of great importance to the Don Quixote family.

, it is not considered an unknowable secret at all.

At least Buffalo could be sure that if the man in front of him had any ill intentions towards their young master, they might not be able to deal with him even if they risked their lives.

"Don Quixote-Doflamingo?" Looking at the man in front of him, Tang Bai asked softly.

"Fufufufu, am I so famous?" Facing Tang Bai's rising momentum, Doflamingo still smiled wantonly as usual. For a person like him, when he chose

From the beginning of this journey, we are destined to experience too many life-threatening dangers.

In other words, Don Quixote-Doflamingo has already prepared for the terrible situation of facing death one day.

"I'm looking for you."

Tang Bai said again.

Advance.

The distance of more than ten meters seemed to have disappeared.

Then came a straight punch that couldn't be simpler and faster than words can describe.

Great opening and great closing, Zhongzheng Mingguang.

No matter Doflamingo, or his subordinates Trebol, Buffalo and others, even though they were prepared for the possibility of fighting Tang Bai, they never thought that Tang Bai would attack so suddenly and decisively.

retreat!

Quick retreat!

Retreat quickly!

Doflamingo's hands were constantly swinging back and forth in the air. Silk threads that were so fine that ordinary people couldn't see them with the naked eye were blocked in front of him layer by layer, and they were wrapped around Tang Tang.

On the fist handed over by Bai.

A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his hands suddenly opened to both sides.

The skin of Tang Bai's arms, which were wrapped and tightened by domineering silk threads, became deeply thinned in an instant.

Doflamingo's movements stopped suddenly, and there was still a strange look on his face.

A pair of slender and well-proportioned legs, like a bright sword, flashed between Tang Bai and Doflamingo.

Tough and dense, the taut silk threads became extremely fragile under the influence of an inexplicable force, and the roots were broken under the ravage of external forces. Edbedonna narrowed her eyes as she watched Don Quixote retreat quickly again.

He smiled and said, "Don't move around. My master has no ill intentions towards you."

"No malice?" Doflamingo, who retreated, glanced at Edbina, who kicked off his thread, and asked in a confused tone.

"I just don't want to talk to a puppet made of silk thread." Tang Bai retracted his arm and said to Don Quixote-Doflamingo not far away: "Are you interested in making a long-term deal with me?"