The atmosphere among the group suddenly grew tense, as if on the verge of exploding.
Just then, Luffy, Chopper, and Dellinger each held a melon, their heads cautiously peeking out from the side.
Luffy blinked his big eyes, curiously observing Sabo and Doflamingo, and blurted out:
"Who's old and ugly?" He seemed completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere.
"Huh???"
A vein throbbed on Doflamingo's forehead, and his entire face instantly turned red.
He cursed inwardly, thinking that Straw Hat was definitely doing it on purpose! How dare he provoke him with such words at this moment.
Upon hearing Luffy's words, Dellinger immediately showed displeasure on his face. He frowned, looking at Luffy somewhat angrily, and said loudly:
"Young Master isn't ugly!"
His tone was full of protectiveness for Doflamingo, and his eyes held a hint of warning, as if saying Luffy shouldn't speak of his Young Master that way again.
Chopper took a bite of the melon in his hand, a contented expression on his face, and mumbled indistinctly:
"So, is Heavenly Yaksha very old? He looks only in his 20s." His innocent expression was truly amusing.
Dellinger stealthily hid beside Chopper, his eyes darting around, and whispered:
"According to a certain maid's rumor, it seems Orochimaru-sama disliked the Young Master's physical stamina in a certain aspect, so the Young Master used a set of experimental equipment worth hundreds of millions to have Orochimaru help him revert to his 20s. The Young Master is already over 40."
As Dellinger spoke, he nervously peeked at Doflamingo's expression.
The "17-year-old" Chopper nodded seriously, saying with great solemnity:
"That's very old. But what exactly is the problem? Do you need my help to diagnose it? You shouldn't avoid seeing a doctor."
After speaking, he even solemnly pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, seemingly ready to write things down.
At this moment, Chopper was completely unaware that his words might anger Doflamingo. He continued to eat his melon, juice dripping from the corners of his mouth.
When Doflamingo heard these words, the veins on his forehead bulged again, his temples throbbed, and his eyes stared fixedly at Dellinger and Chopper, as if fire was about to erupt from them.
The next second, he suddenly stretched out both hands, grabbed one in each, lifted them like chickens, then forcefully swung them, throwing them towards the distant crowd.
Accompanied by Dellinger's and Chopper's screams, their figures arced through the air.
Hearing the commotion, the surrounding crowd all turned their heads.
Everyone's faces showed disapproval, their gazes uniformly falling on Doflamingo.
Someone whispered, "He's so old, yet he's still bickering with children."
Among this group of pirates, Chopper and Dellinger were indeed the youngest. Dellinger was only 16 this year, and Chopper was merely "17." Their youthful appearance stood out sharply among the fierce-looking pirates.
Everyone looked at Chopper and Dellinger, who had finally managed to get up, covered in dust, after being thrown, and felt a pang of pity.
Some pirates even cast reproachful glances at Doflamingo, as if to say that as an adult, he shouldn't be so petty and pick on two children.
Doflamingo snorted, his eyes full of disdain. He didn't care at all about what others thought.
If Orochimaru hadn't insisted on holding some banquet, he wouldn't have bothered to join the fun.
His flamingo had long been prepared, all equipment debugged, and fuel fully stocked. It could weigh anchor and set sail at any time, leaving this annoying place.
Not long after, all preparations for the banquet were complete.
Sanji, wearing an apron, cupped his hands around his mouth and called out loudly for everyone to eat.
Due to the sheer number of people at this gathering, the sunny's space simply couldn't accommodate so many.
So, they borrowed Admiral Orlumbus's large ship.
The main reason for choosing Orlumbus's ship was that Orlumbus was a germaphobe; his ship was always cleaned spotlessly, so clean that one couldn't find a single fault.
After Orochimaru boarded this large ship, he was very satisfied with the clean and tidy environment.
The gladiators from the arena, originally from different Pirate Crews, some not even pirates, had different backgrounds and experiences.
Yet, strangely, during their days in Dressrosa, they inexplicably developed a mutual appreciation for each other.
Although they hadn't experienced life-or-death escapes together, their shared memories of fighting and their heartfelt admiration for Luffy still remained.
The group secretly gathered together, and after some discussion, decided to follow their inner thoughts and planned to stir up some trouble together!
The ensuing banquet was exceptionally lively. The deck of the large ship was laden with a feast. Sanji's carefully prepared dishes were fragrant, grilled meats sizzled with oil, seafood exuded an enticing freshness, and exquisite desserts made mouths water.
Everyone sat together, laughter echoing over the sea.
Luffy, already impatient, devoured his food, his mouth full, mumbling praises for Sanji's cooking.
Chopper hopped and skipped through the crowd, occasionally clinking glasses with everyone, drinking special juice, his face beaming with a happy smile.
Luffy swallowed the meat in his mouth, a brilliant smile on his face. He raised his glass high and shouted loudly:
"Mina! Our battle against Mingo was a victory!! Cheers!!!"
His voice was loud and full of joy, as if he wanted the entire sea to hear their cheers.
Hearing Luffy's words, the faces of the Donquixote Family Executives instantly turned very grim. They looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and embarrassment.
What was this? This was practically a banquet designed to kill them with kindness! They had been defeated by the other side, yet they were invited to this victory celebration. Wasn't this just rubbing salt in their wounds?
Diamante frowned, muttering softly, "Hmph, if they won, they won. Why did they have to specially call us here? Enough already!"
Pica, though silent beside him, showed his inner displeasure through his tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling body.
Trebol was even redder with anger, cursing under his breath, but not daring to be too loud, fearing Orochimaru and the others might hear him.
The few of them simultaneously shifted their gazes to Doflamingo, who was still playing "Orochimaru Scramble" with Sabo, their eyes full of helplessness.
Then, they all sighed in unison. That sigh seemed to contain dissatisfaction with Doflamingo's henpecked husband behavior and a lament for the somewhat absurd scene unfolding.
What in the world was this? The person who came up with this idea must be sick!! Who wants to celebrate a victory banquet with them?!
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