For a long time, Teach had been hiding, completely disappearing from public view.
He moved through the corners of the Islands, evading pursuit from all sides, his figure becoming increasingly mysterious, as if he had vanished into the vast sea.
However, a raging fire burned in Teach's heart.
He hated Ace to the extreme; he had repeatedly rejected his invitation and was determined to hunt him down.
Every time he recalled Ace's resolute eyes and ruthless rejection, Teach's heart filled with anger and resentment.
He knew he had to find an opportunity to get revenge on Ace and vent his frustration.
"Ace, just you wait, I will never let you go!" Teach swore inwardly, a chilling glint in his eyes.
He began to plan his revenge, every step taken with extreme caution, fearing to reveal any flaw.
His current situation was extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could lead to him being captured by the Marine or the Whitebeard Pirates.
...
While the aftermath of the Alabasta incident was still unfolding, a shocking video exploded like thunder on the TikTok platform, instantly rocketing to the top of TikTok's trending searches!
In the video, Rebecca knelt in her small room, her pink hair disheveled, tears continuously streaming from her swollen eyes, her face showing a hint of despair, and her gaze reflecting a sense of helplessness.
Her trembling finger pointed out the window: "Everyone, look... those people who were turned into toys..." Her voice was choked with a sob, but her tone was unusually firm.
The camera turned to the street, revealing a group of lifeless Toy Soldiers walking down the street, a smile on their lips, but their eyes hollow, completely devoid of soul.
"The Doflamingo Family seized this country through conspiracy..." Rebecca's voice was choked but resolute, "Doflamingo's subordinates used the power of a Devil Fruit to turn all opponents into toys!"
At this point, Toy Soldier appeared in the frame, confirming what Rebecca had said.
"Everyone watching, what Rebecca said is true. If it weren't for the protection of Empress, we probably wouldn't dare to speak up even now."
Toy Soldier's expression showed no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness; emotions could only be conveyed through his eyes.
"For those who were turned into toys, everything about them is forgotten by everyone, as if they never existed. Even if the parents who were turned into toys stand before their child, the child will not recognize them."
The scene suddenly shifted to the tragic plight of the Tontatta tribe; they were treated like livestock, forced to work tirelessly day and night.
Some were even arbitrarily beaten for not completing their work!
Rebecca was sobbing uncontrollably: "They... they only wanted to protect Princess Mansherry..."
At the end of the video, Rebecca bowed deeply to the camera: "Please, everyone... save Dressrosa..." She raised her tear-filled face, "Save our country..."
This video was like a giant stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The playback count soared at tens of thousands per second, and the comment section completely exploded:
"Oh my god! Those moving toys are actually transformed living people?!"
"The Tontatta tribe is too pitiful!"
"Doflamingo, that beast!"
"The Shichibukai are truly all bad news; Crocodile is, and Doflamingo is!"
"Yes, they're all wolves in sheep's clothing!"
"..."
On the King's Plateau in Dressrosa, Doflamingo stood alone before the floor-to-ceiling window.
The screen of his sunglasses reflected the image of Rebecca's video, his fingers tightly gripping the window frame, with such force that it almost left scratches on the tempered glass.
"Fufufu..." His lips first curled into an arc, then the smile began to twist and deform, as if pulled by invisible strings. The pupils behind his lenses contracted violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged and pulsed like earthworms.
"Fufufu... Fufufufufufu..." His laughter squeezed from deep in his throat, each sound sharper than the last, until it almost became a beast-like roar.
The red wine glass in his hand suddenly exploded with a "pop," and the crimson liquid dripped between his fingers, looking exactly like fresh blood.
"Trebol!!!" This furious roar shattered the surrounding glass windows.
Doflamingo's pink feathered coat moved without wind, and countless fine strings erupted from his fingertips, tearing the entire room to shreds.
Rebecca's crying face flashed through his mind, every tear like a provocation to his rule.
"You little bitch..." he muttered through gritted teeth, the constantly soaring playback count on his sunglasses reflecting over three hundred million views.
Suddenly,
He spun around violently, his String-String Fruit ability tearing the heavy oak door into fragments: "Immediately! Right now! Bring that little bitch to me!"
His voice was distorted by rage, "I want her to watch with her own eyes how her father is cut into a thousand pieces!"
Outside the window, Dressrosa was still filled with song and dance, but Doflamingo knew that this video had spread like a plague.
He pulled out his phone, watching the constantly refreshing comments under the #SaveDressrosa hashtag; every denunciation felt like a knife.
"Fufufu... Very good..." His voice was chilling, tinged with madness.
This storm had only just begun, and he had to act to keep everything under his control.
...
Across the world, Rebecca's plea video was like a bombshell, instantly igniting the anger of the entire sea.
Countless people held their phones, incredulously watching the atrocities revealed in the video, shock and fury spreading like wildfire.
...
In the Revolutionary Army Headquarters' conference room, the heavy atmosphere was almost congealed.
Around the large round table, the cadres sat in a circle, each with a phone in front of them continuously playing Rebecca's plea video.
On the screen, Rebecca's tear-filled face was particularly striking, her voice tinged with despair, yet also with a hint of determination: "Please, everyone... save Dressrosa... save our country..."
Sabo stood in front of the projection screen, his eyes under the brim of his hat glinting sharply.
He took a deep breath, his voice serious: "According to intelligence, the divergence within the Marine regarding the Shichibukai system has reached its peak. Perhaps there will be major action soon."
Koala quickly flipped through her notebook, her voice urgent: "We have received distress signals from 17 Islands, all within the Shichibukai's sphere of influence."
The tip of her pen made deep marks on the paper, "But rash action could provoke a full-scale encirclement and suppression by the Marine."
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