Luffy tilted his head slightly, seemingly a little regretful that the other party didn't call him Malo.
"Oh... Bellamy... then why are you here?"
Bellamy looked at Luffy, his expression quite subtle, and slowly said,
"I was never a resident of Jaya. I was once the Captain of the Bellamy Pirate Crew. For me, it doesn't matter where I am.
Besides, Doflamingo is a pirate I've admired since childhood. Although the experience was a bit complicated,
But now I am part of the Donquixote Pirate Crew, an Executive under Dellinger.
"All of this, I have to thank your first mate." Bellamy squeezed this sentence out through gritted teeth. Gratitude was gratitude, resentment was resentment. If it weren't for Orochimaru, he would have definitely joined the Donquixote Family based on his own strength, and not as Dellinger's maid.
As for why he was Dellinger's maid, Doflamingo very magnanimously stated that he had been gifted to Dellinger.
Thinking of this, Bellamy became even more resentful. But at least he had officially joined the Donquixote Family. Although he wasn't an Executive, he was still more important than ordinary members.
Thinking of this, Bellamy's resentment lessened a bit. He looked at the disguised Luffy and smiled.
"And I've already been to Sky Island, so I won't mock you anymore.
And my mission this time is to stop you from getting the prize. I will definitely give my all."
After saying this, Bellamy turned and walked towards the exit, though he looked a bit disheveled, afraid that Dellinger wouldn't find him, as Dellinger's attitude towards him wasn't exactly friendly.
Luffy watched the person's departing back, scratched his head, and an indescribable, strange feeling welled up in his heart.
"Weird."
Meanwhile, in a coffee shop in the northeast, Law's "Blackbeard Second Unit" was quietly gathering information.
The team members included Law, Usopp, and Robin. Their objective was clear: to collect all relevant information about Green Bit, not letting any clue related to Doflamingo slip by.
Orochimaru, passing by on the roof, was full of complaints. Dressrosa was only so big, why did they think Doffy wouldn't recognize them just because they added beards? Which great genius came up with that idea?
At this moment, Trafalgar Law, who was gently sipping red tea, suddenly sneezed.
He believed that against such a cunning Doflamingo, a more discreet disguise strategy was necessary.
After all, Doflamingo might have secretly sent people to keep an eye on them.
Meanwhile, Doflamingo, who was arranging subsequent retreat matters elsewhere, would find Law's cautious thoughts both ridiculous and speechless if he knew them.
If Doffy were to complain, he would definitely say to Law,
"You're overthinking it, I don't care about you at all."
Moreover, he was already in the cleanup phase, but only out of an abundance of caution.
It definitely wasn't because he was afraid of losing and not having enough time to clean up.
He was merely worried that the Marine's interference would complicate the situation.
He received news that CP-0 had also arrived in Dressrosa. It seemed those Gorosei guys were really out to get him.
Doflamingo had already ordered some ordinary members to retreat, as they couldn't help much. Although he didn't care about anyone outside of his Executives, rebuilding his forces would be very troublesome.
Inside the arena, Luffy was sprawled on the windowsill, his eyes fixed on the B-block battle that was about to begin.
Cavendish, holding a vibrant rose, was also sprawled on the same window with Luffy.
The two were chatting happily, perhaps because they were both idiots.
As Bartolomeo stepped into the arena, his extremely uninhibited movements immediately drew everyone's attention.
He swaggered in, each step carrying an air of nonchalant abandon, as if the entire arena was his personal stage. His face was filled with mockery, a disdainful smirk on his lips, and his eyes revealed a contempt for everything around him.
"All of you, go to hell!"
This appearance instantly ignited the emotions of the Dressrosa citizens, drawing a tide of boos. The atmosphere of the entire arena became increasingly tense and volatile because of him, and countless pieces of trash were thrown into the arena, yet none touched Bartolomeo.
Luffy, meanwhile, blinked his eyes, staring at the mini-Luffy necklace around Bartolomeo's neck, looking at it again and again.
This necklace, it seemed, was the one Orochimaru had said he would make for him but messed up. So, this guy was one of them?
Luffy, full of doubt, turned his gaze to Cavendish and asked, puzzled,
"Why is everyone angry and throwing trash at him?"
Cavendish, however, was only busy flipping through the tattered bounty poster, which looked like toilet paper, without even lifting an eyelid, and casually replied,
"Because he showed up.
He is Bartolomeo, Captain of the Barto Club Pirate Crew, known as the Cannibal, with a bounty of 150 million Berries."
Bartolomeo was indeed as "outstanding" as Cavendish had described.
He coldly watched the booing Dressrosa residents on the stage, and without a word, pulled a black baseball from his pocket and threw it forcefully towards the audience.
Those citizens were already afraid of him. Seeing the object flying towards them, they thought it was a bomb and instantly panicked, their true nature exposed.
They shoved each other, scattering in all directions, some even frantically pulling out money and shouting for help.
In an instant, the entire scene descended into extreme chaos, with noise, curses, and panic intertwining in the air.
It wasn't until the baseball landed with a "thud" that the surrounding people came to their senses, recovering from their extreme panic.
Bartolomeo still stood in place, his face full of disdain. He looked at the disheveled crowd, his lips curling slightly, and spat out disdainfully,
"How ugly."
That expression was as if, in his eyes, their disgraceful antics only deserved his contempt and scorn.
"How ugly."
Bartolomeo repeated the same words for the second time, looking at the stunned crowd, his tone unchanged, his volume undiminished, that cold voice piercing the air like an arrow.
A group of people turned away in shame and anger, thinking of what they had done, and began to curse Bartolomeo.
"How ugly!"
Bartolomeo's third repetition of the same words, in the same tone, struck down like a heavy hammer, directly exposing the vile nature of that group of people.
It was as if their noble facade, which they had maintained in their daily lives, instantly collapsed,
Leaving only their twisted and ugly faces, contorted in rage and embarrassment, struggling in the air.
A fat man with a long beard slowly walked towards Bartolomeo with large strides, a half-smile on his face, and praised,
"What a wonderful and splendid mockery, kid."
Upon hearing this, Bartolomeo's expression instantly turned cold. He let out a cold snort.
"I don't want to be liked by scum."
After saying that, he secretly added in his heart:
These scumbags don't even deserve to like Senior Orochimaru.
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