"How about it, Brother Doflamingo? Would you be willing to serve as the sharp blade in our hands—to become our dark gauntlet?" Stephie’s voice was low and alluring, as if concealing endless schemes and calculations.
Doflamingo’s lips curled into a wicked smile, and he let out a strange cackle: "Fuffuffuffu! As the most noble and exalted Celestial Dragons, especially you, standing at the very pinnacle of your family—are you actually feeling fear? What on earth could make you so wary that you would feel compelled to step onto the stage yourselves?"
Stephie was silent for a moment before saying slowly, "This world is already terminally ill, and its condition is worsening by the day. Have you not noticed? The Great Pirate Era that Roger ushered in may have appeared to give the world a chance to chase their dreams and fortunes, but in reality, it was nothing more than a pretentious excuse. If you trace the roots, the true culprits responsible for this chaotic mess are those Celestial Dragons—those parasites clinging to the body of the world, greedily sucking its blood."
Chapter 64