Ten days later, Kaido arrived at Punk Hazard, only to find nothing once again.
He let out a furious roar.
Clenching his fists tightly, the rage in his heart surged like a towering inferno. If he didn't find an outlet for it soon, he might just destroy the entire island.
"Buru buru..."
He then dialed Doflamingo's Den Den Mushi.
The moment the Den Den Mushi transformed into Doflamingo's likeness, Kaido immediately demanded.
"I'm at Punk Hazard, but where is that Marine?!"
Doflamingo remained silent. "..."
Truly!
It wasn't that he didn't want to know, but over these past days, he hadn't been able to gather even the slightest bit of information about Lancelot.
"Hah..."
He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself
. "Ten days ago, right after our last call, that guy took the scientist and left through the air. Since then, there hasn't been a single trace of him."
"Through the air?"
Kaido immediately seized on the key detail.
He too preferred traveling through the air—it was not only fast but also made one nearly undetectable.
So, if that Marine had indeed taken to the skies... Then his whereabouts would be extremely difficult to track down.
Kaido fell silent for a moment before saying, "Notify me the moment you have any news of him."
Doflamingo nodded.
Truthfully, even without Kaido's instruction, Doflamingo would have informed Kaido immediately upon learning Lancelot's whereabouts.
After all, even as one of the Shichibukai, he had no confidence in facing Lancelot head-on.
....
"Shurorororororo..."
Just as Kaido and Doflamingo were struggling to locate Lancelot, Lancelot had already arrived at the kingdom of Dressrosa with Caesar Clown.
Caesar Clown was somewhat excited at this moment.
Having been confined to his laboratory for so long, it had been ages since he last visited a place as bustling as the royal city of Dressrosa.
Soon, a spot on the street caught the attention of both Lancelot and Caesar Clown. It was particularly lively, with a crowd gathered around.
Curious, Lancelot and Caesar Clown slowly made their way over. When they reached the spot, they realized someone was dancing there.
The dancer had long brown-black hair and beautiful light brown pupils.
She wore a red flower in her hair, was dressed in a flamenco dance costume, and held a flower between her lips... Most importantly, her figure was exceptionally alluring.
Moreover, she carried an air of noble elegance, like a refined older sister.
She was Violet.
Lancelot recognized her immediately—after all, she was one of the three great beauties of Dressrosa.
[The three great beauties of Dressrosa: Baby-5, Violet, Rebecca]
Lancelot's gaze was even more intense than Violet's dance, and he made no attempt to hide it.
"Gyahahahaha..."
Lancelot grinned slyly while calculating in his heart.
Violet was the eldest princess of Dressrosa, possessing the kingdom's primary inheritance rights.
She was also a Paramecia-type Glare-Glare Fruit Ability User, a woman with extraordinary vision who could see through all lies.
This wasn't just an empty claim—as long as the target remained within the Ability User's field of vision, the observed target would become like "naked," instantly revealing all inner thoughts.
Regardless of whether the target was conscious or attempting deception, the Ability User could read what they were "currently" thinking.
The drawback was the inability to read memories, though the Ability User could voluntarily share their own memories with others.
Simultaneously, the Ability User could see through objects like X-rays, including layers of clothing or directly observing bones to assess a target's physical condition.
This was truly a powerful support-type ability, not only serving as an interrogator for extracting information but also assisting doctors in diagnosis...
And her Glare-Glare Fruit offered even more.
Normally, the Ability User maintained a clairvoyant state, allowing vision to extend up to a 4,000-kilometer radius from themselves for long-distance observation.
Thus, she was also an exceptional scout.
Beyond this, the Ability User could instantly harden tears into steel-like substances, maintaining a high-temperature state to attack multiple opponents across a wide area.
In other words, she possessed considerable offensive capabilities as well.
Wherever this ability was placed within any Pirate Crew, it would command an extremely high position due to its immense utility...
With her noble status and inheritance rights to an entire kingdom, combined with her outstanding Devil Fruit abilities, she represented an excellent choice either as a marriage partner or as a crew member.
Just then, Violet's dance reached its most intense moment—her movements grew broader and her rhythm accelerated noticeably.
Especially those two large "tits," bouncing incessantly with the dance like two lively little rabbits.
It was truly impossible to look away—after all, what man wouldn't adore such delightful little rabbits?
The greatest difference among men was this: Others could only look, satisfying their visual cravings, while he could directly lay hands on them.
"A fiery figure, exceptional dancing skills, aristocratic temperament, and immensely useful abilities... Hehehehe..."
Lancelot thought acquiring another princess wouldn't be bad at all.
What a waste it would be for such a woman to fall into Doflamingo's hands!
Besides, his crew genuinely lacked a dancer.
"Hmm?"
Standing in the crowd, Lancelot was like a crane among chickens. Thus, Violet quickly noticed him during her dance.
The moment she spotted Lancelot, Violet stiffened slightly, her dance becoming momentarily disjointed.
However, having survived under Doflamingo for so long—first because her unique abilities were indispensable to him, and second because she possessed considerable depth and composure—she quickly adjusted without revealing her abnormality, even though she recognized Lancelot immediately.
"How interesting..."
But she couldn't deceive Lancelot.
Caesar Clown noticed Lancelot's unusual behavior, glancing between the still-dancing Violet and Lancelot.
A faint smile unconsciously crept across his lips.
If he remembered correctly, Monet had said this guy was quite the lecher.
He was probably already eyeing her.
"Shurororororo... Rear Admiral, want me to tie her up for you?" Caesar Clown wore an ingratiating expression.
Lancelot couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. "Am I that kind of person?"
Caesar Clown fell silent. 'Aren't you? Then what is this?'
Yet Lancelot added: "After she finishes dancing, I'll go have a word with her."
Caesar Clown remained silent.
'Still denying it? And with what are you planning to 'have a word'? Your third leg?'
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