NOVEL WEB Chapter 290: 289 A Very Useful Dog.
"I've found the man. What's next?" Violet asked impatiently.
"Do you know where Doflamingo lives?"
"Of course."
"Good. Then we'll head straight to his lair. Once Sugar is defeated and the Childlike Fruit's effects are undone, it'll be up to you to step forward and tell the people the truth," Lynch said.
"That's it? That's simple?"
King Riku was stunned.
He had spent eight years planning his revenge, expecting some intricate scheme…
But Lynch's plan was just to knock on Doflamingo's door?
Everyone needed a moment to process it.
Especially Rebecca—to her, Doflamingo was an unbeatable demon.
Then, suddenly, it clicked.
So what if it was Doflamingo?
The man standing before them was Lynch, the only king among the Four Emperors and the Shichibukai.
What seemed impossible for them was nothing to him.
Lynch chuckled. "Why waste time on elaborate plans for a mere Doflamingo?"
"If you want, you can come along. If you're afraid, just wait here for my good news."
"No, we're coming!" King Riku said firmly.
"I want to see this devil fall with my own eyes!"
In the end, everyone followed Lynch—including Rebecca.
She had spent her entire life training for this moment.
Now that her wish was finally coming true, she refused to sit on the sidelines.
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At the same time, Doflamingo's headquarters received some uninvited guests.
Inside the room, Doflamingo's usual grin had vanished. His fists clenched, veins bulging across his face.
Leaning forward in his chair, he looked ready to strike at any moment.
Across from him sat three individuals, all exuding confidence.
Two of them were Knights of God—Lynch had encountered them before.
An enchanting woman with the aura of a Nine-Tailed Fox.
A curly-haired man wearing a mask marked with the number "46".
Only Celestial Dragons could judge Celestial Dragons.
Even Doflamingo, a fallen Celestial Dragon, was not exempt from their authority.
The last guest was different—a man with yellow hair, bearing a striking resemblance to Doflamingo.
The Knights of God remained silent. Instead, the yellow-haired man took the lead in negotiations.
"Hahaha, Doflamingo, I am your uncle, after all. No need to look like you're about to kill someone."
Saint Monroe gestured playfully at Doflamingo, smirking.
"Come on, give your uncle a smile,"
"Or should I call you Saint Donquixote Doflamingo?"
Doflamingo's face darkened, his expression cold and menacing.
"Are you here just to provoke me?"
"No, no, no, uncle, how could I ever provoke you?" Saint Monroe waved a finger in front of Doflamingo's face.
"I'm just stating the truth."
"Your foolish father willingly gave up his status as a Celestial Dragon, left Mariejois, and eagerly tried to live among the commoners."
"And what happened?" Monroe sneered.
"The moment those untouchables realized you no longer had Celestial Dragon privileges, they robbed you blind, captured you, and tortured you for fun."
"He didn't understand reality until it was too late. Without the Celestial Dragon title, you were nothing!"
Monroe laughed mockingly.
"Haha! Your family is the only bunch of fools who willingly threw away the blood of the Creator!"
"When your father begged to return to Mariejois, I was the one who answered the call," Monroe smirked.
"I still remember his voice—so pitiful."
Saint Monroe mocked Doflamingo's father, mimicking his desperate pleas.
"Please, I was a fool! Let me regain my status as a Celestial Dragon! What? No? Then at least spare my children—they're innocent!"
Monroe sneered.
"How could the Donquixote Clan produce such an idiot? Did your father really think he could just leave and return as he pleased? The Celestial Dragons are not so cheap."
"Homing begged for you, but in the end, you were the one who killed him."
Monroe clicked his tongue.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wish I could've seen that idiot's face when his own son ended him."
"Oh, and let's not forget—you killed your brother too. You know, uncle is starting to like you!"
"Enough! Five-Color Strings!"
Doflamingo snapped. His deepest wounds had been ripped open and salted.
Furious, he launched an attack—five razor-sharp threads shot from his fingertips, slicing through the air toward Monroe's throat.
But the moment they struck, Monroe's body turned into a milky-white rock.
The deadly strings, sharp enough to cut through buildings, only caused his head to tilt slightly.
A Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user—Lansdale Stone Fruit!
Also known as Stone-Stone Fruit: Lansdale Form.
Lansdale stone was a diamond variant, 60% harder than regular diamonds!
Bang!
Before Doflamingo could react, the two Knights of God moved instantly, slamming him back into his chair. He had no chance to resist.
To be part of the Knights of God, one had to be at least Admiral-level—a testament to their terrifying strength.
The secrets of the world's true rulers, the Celestial Dragons, were beyond anyone's imagination.
"Don't move."
"Try it again, and I'll kill you."
The two Knights stood behind Doflamingo, gripping his shoulders like iron clamps.
Meanwhile, the petrified parts of Saint Monroe's body returned to normal.
With a smirk, he stepped forward, grabbed Doflamingo's hair, and yanked his head up, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"You need to understand—your uncle will always be your uncle."
"Just because you know a little about the Celestial Dragons' secrets doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Keep your tail between your legs."
"We're not killing you for two reasons: first, because you were once part of the Donquixote family; second, because you're still useful."
"But don't get ahead of yourself. In front of the Celestial Dragons, you are nothing."
"From now on, be a good dog—and don't let me hear any bad news about you again."
Doflamingo gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging as if they might burst at any moment.
Saint Monroe chuckled, lightly patting Doflamingo's cheek before standing up.
"Let's go."
The alluring woman and the masked man released their grip on Doflamingo and silently followed behind Saint Monroe.
Just before stepping out the door, Saint Monroe turned back and added casually,
"Oh, by the way, Dressrosa's Heavenly Tribute will increase by 50% this year. Consider it my service fee for dealing with you."
"Honestly, as your uncle it's exhausting having to teach such a careless junior like you a lesson"
The real reason Saint Monroe had come wasn't just to taunt Doflamingo.
In recent years, Doflamingo had become increasingly arrogant, emboldened by his knowledge of the Celestial Dragons' secrets.
The Celestial Dragons sent Saint Monroe not to kill him, but to remind him of his place.
Doflamingo was once one of them, and more importantly, he was still a valuable asset—a former Celestial Dragon and an underground emperor who could handle the dirty work they didn't want to be directly involved in.
A very useful dog.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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