"All the memories."
Upon hearing Morgans' words, everyone looked at the puppets on the street again, their eyes completely changed.
"It's more than that."
Just then, Kong Tai spoke.
"More than that?"
"After all this, what else could there be?"
Kong Tai withdrew his gaze from the central highlands and lowered his head to look at the ground, his eyes seeming to pierce through the ground and the deep rock layers, landing on the weapon production factories where countless toys were used as laborers.
"Although these puppets have been turned into toys, they do not lose their ability to speak or their independent thought."
"But because they have disappeared from historical time, even if they appear before their relatives or friends, they will be treated as madmen's toys."
He paused slightly at this point, then looked up again at the patrolling puppets on the street and said in a deep voice, "And the moment they were turned into toys, their bodies were controlled by the user of the Hobby Hobby Fruit, and a contract was set."
"First, they are forbidden to harm humans. Second, they must work for the Donquixote Family or fight until death. And they, no matter how unwilling, no matter how their loved ones die, no matter how much they resist in their hearts, cannot violate these two points."
"This..."
Upon hearing Kong Tai's words, everyone fell silent.
"Is this the secret of Dressrosa, the Shichibukai, Doflamingo?"
"Truly, truly, terrifying!"
Morgans, however, wasn't too bothered. He had seen enough darkness in his life; this was not the darkest thing he had encountered.
So, after a brief moment of contemplation, his gaze also turned to the ground.
He had seen Kong Tai's actions just now.
Someone as powerful as Kong Tai would not look at the ground without reason.
Recalling Doflamingo's weapon factories, which had not yet surfaced, a trace of understanding appeared in his eyes.
So, they were underground!
And since there was the Hobby Hobby Fruit, it was likely that the laborers producing weapons were people turned into toys by the Hobby Hobby Fruit.
These people, turned into toys, would not feel pain even if their limbs were torn off by external forces, and they could produce weapons endlessly without tiring.
They were simply the most favored laborers by capitalists.
Thinking of this, he already knew why Kong Tai had brought them here.
To expose this place and tarnish the prestige of the World Government.
With the strength displayed by Kong Tai and the others, defeating the Donquixote Family would not be difficult. However, to spread the news of what was happening here, only their World Economic Journal would suffice.
"Alas! Looks like we'll have to move again."
He sighed inwardly, but Morgans' face was full of excitement.
There was nothing more thrilling than a world-shaking scoop, not even offending the World Government.
He didn't have a good reputation with the World Government anyway.
As for moving.
Hadn't that become a habit?
...
Just as Kong Tai and the others had landed on Dressrosa.
In the central highlands.
Within the original royal palace castle.
"Still no news from Monet?"
Leaning on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, Doflamingo, dressed in a white shirt, floral capri pants, pointed leather shoes, and a pink feathered coat, with his chest open to reveal his eight-pack abs, said with a gloomy expression.
Before him, a pirate kneeling on the ground trembled upon hearing Doflamingo's words.
The pirate dared not look up at Doflamingo. He bowed even lower, almost prostrating himself on the ground, and replied, "There is still no news."
Don't be fooled by Doflamingo's calling his subordinates family and think he treats them well.
Doflamingo did treat his subordinates well, but that was limited to the executives of the family. As for the grunts below the executives, in Doflamingo's eyes, they were just expendable cannon fodder.
Although he was a member of the family, he did not receive the treatment of an executive.
He was well aware of Doflamingo's cruelty.
"Alright, you may go!"
Just then, on the right-hand sofa, a slovenly man wearing small sunglasses, with a snot hanging from his nose, with bangs on the top of his head and gel-like drooping hair below, barefoot with shackles on his feet, a scruffy upper lip, and sparse teeth, spoke calmly.
"Yes, Trebol-sama."
The kneeling pirate kowtowed on the ground, slowly shuffled back a few steps, then stood up and quickly left the room.
He was always thrilled to bring good news here.
But, if it were bad news...
He had only been in this position for a few months.
Anyway, his predecessor, and the predecessor of his predecessor...
He had heard that they had come here and never returned.
And this time, the news he brought was undoubtedly bad news, which was why he was so scared.
The pirate left, closing the door behind him.
The room was instantly quiet.
Except for the chewing sound of a little girl sitting on the left-hand sofa, wearing a polka-dot dress, a monacle on her left eye, with bobbed hair, and continuously picking purple grapes from a basket in her lap with her finger and popping them into her mouth.
Ignoring the little girl.
Trebol tapped the ground with his spade-marked hand, turned to look at Doflamingo in the middle, and said, "Doffy, why don't we call Vergo? He's in that area."
Monet had been gone for four days. By rights, she should have called back two days ago.
And for the past two days, neither Monet nor Caesar had sent any news.
This gave Doflamingo a bad premonition.
But with Monet and Caesar's strength, it was impossible for them not to send any news even if something happened!
And he knew Caesar's personality. If he were in a life-threatening situation, he wouldn't hide it; he would have long ago revealed who was behind him.
In the New World, he didn't believe anyone could ignore him, a Shichibukai, and a Yonko.
If there were, it could only be the Navy.
And if it were the Navy acting, Vergo would have certainly informed him.
But now, two days had passed, and Monet and Caesar had vanished as if they had never existed, with no news at all.
Thinking this, Doflamingo straightened up, picked up the Den Den Mushi on the coffee table in front of him, and dialed a number.
A moment later, the call connected.
However, the voice on the other end of the phone instantly chilled the atmosphere in the room.
"Doflamingo."
From the voice, he knew it wasn't Vergo, and only Vergo knew this number.
So...
It was obvious that Vergo had been exposed. As for who was on the other end of the phone?
That was self-explanatory!
*Crack!*
Doflamingo said nothing and directly hung up the phone.
Then, with a somber expression, he stood up.
"Doffy, what are you going to do?"
Trebol certainly knew what Doflamingo intended to do, but he couldn't help but stand up.
No one knew better than him how important Caesar was to Doflamingo.
He was the link between their family and the Yonko's business.
If something happened to Caesar, and they couldn't provide what Kaido wanted...
Thinking this, sweat beaded on his forehead.