[Pirate] I! Orochimaru! I will never split! Chapter 225

Luffy tilted his head slightly, seemingly a little regretful that the other party didn’t call him Marrow.

“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 Pirates. 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 already affiliated with the Donquixote Pirates, becoming a member under Mr. Dellinger of the Spade Army.

“All of this, I have to thank your vice-captain.” Bellamy squeezed out this sentence with difficulty from between his teeth. Thanks are thanks, resentment is resentment. If it weren’t for Orochimaru, he would have definitely been able to enter the Donquixote Family with his own strength, instead of being Dellinger’s maid.

As for why he was Dellinger’s maid, Doflamingo generously stated that he had transferred him to Dellinger.

Thinking of this, Bellamy became even more resentful. However, at least he officially joined the Donquixote Family. Although he wasn’t an executive, he was still more important than an ordinary member.

Thinking of this, Bellamy’s resentment lessened a bit, and he smiled at the disguised Luffy.

“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 go all out.”

Bellamy said this, then turned and walked towards the exit. His appearance was a bit disheveled, as if he was afraid that Dellinger wouldn’t find him, after all, Dellinger’s attitude towards him wasn’t very friendly.

Luffy watched the person’s retreating back, scratched his head, and a strange, ineffable feeling welled up in his heart.

“So weird.”

Meanwhile, in a cafe in the northeast, Law’s “Blackbeard Second Unit” was quietly gathering information.

The team members included Law, Usopp, and Robin. Their goal was clear: to focus on collecting intelligence related to Green Bit, not letting go of any clue connected to Doflamingo.

Orochimaru, passing by on the roof, was full of complaints. Dressrosa was only so big, why did they think Doflamingo wouldn’t recognize them just because they added beards? Which genius came up with that idea?

At this moment, Trafalgar Law, who was sipping red tea, suddenly sneezed.

He believed that facing such a cunning Doflamingo, a more covert disguise strategy had to be adopted.

After all, Doflamingo might have secretly sent people to keep an eye on them.

Elsewhere, Doflamingo, who was arranging subsequent withdrawal matters, would surely find Law’s cautious thoughts ridiculous and speechless if he knew about them.

If Doflamingo were to complain, he would definitely say to Law,

“You’re overthinking it. I don’t care about you at all.”

And he was already starting to clean up, but it was just for the sake of caution.

It was definitely not because he was afraid of not being able to win and not having enough time to clean up.

He was just worried that the Marines coming to stir things up would make the situation complicated and unpredictable.

He received news that CP- 0 had also arrived in Dressrosa. It seemed that those guys from the Five Elders were really going to mess with him.

Doflamingo had already ordered some ordinary members to retreat, as they couldn’t help much. Although he didn’t care about anyone other than the executives, it was troublesome to re-establish his power.

Inside the venue, Luffy was sprawled on the windowsill, his eyes fixed on the B-block battle that was about to begin.

Cavendish, holding a delicate, dew-kissed rose, was also sprawled on the same window with Luffy.

The two were chatting happily, perhaps because they were both idiots.

As Bartolomeo entered the venue, his extremely unrestrained movements instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

He swaggered in, each step carrying a carefree abandon, as if the entire venue was his own stage. His face was full of mockery, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a disdain for everything around him.

“All of you, go to hell!”

This appearance instantly ignited the emotions of the Dressrosa citizens, drawing a wave of boos like a surging tide. The atmosphere of the entire venue became increasingly tense and volatile because of him, and countless pieces of trash were thrown into the arena, but 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 ended up messing up. In other words, was this an ally?

Luffy, full of confusion, turned his gaze to Cavendish, asking in bewilderment,

“Why is everyone angry, and throwing trash at him?”

Cavendish, however, was only busy flipping through the tattered bounty posters in his hand, which looked like toilet paper. He didn’t even lift an eyelid, and casually replied,

“Because he showed up.

He’s Bartolomeo, the captain of the Barto Club Pirates, known as the ‘Cannibal’, with a bounty of 150 million berries.”

Bartolomeo was indeed as “outstanding” as Cavendish had described.

He coldly eyed the booing residents of Dressrosa on the stage, and without a word, pulled out 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, revealing their true nature.

They pushed and shoved each other, scattering in all directions, some even frantically pulling out money and shouting for help.

In an instant, the entire scene fell 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 seemed to wake up from a dream, recovering from their extreme panic.

And Bartolomeo still stood there, his face full of contempt. He looked at the disheveled crowd, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and spat out disdainfully,

“How ugly.”

That expression was as if in his eyes, their ugliness only deserved his contempt and disdain.

“How ugly.”

Bartolomeo repeated the same words for the second time, looking at the stunned crowd. His tone remained unchanged, his volume undiminished, and his cold voice pierced the air like an arrow.

A group of people turned away in shame and anger, and thinking of their own actions, 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 ugly nature of that group of people.

It was as if their self-proclaimed noble image, usually carefully maintained, instantly collapsed, leaving only their distorted, enraged faces twisting and struggling in the air.

A fat man with a long beard strode slowly towards Bartolomeo, a half-smile on his face, and praised,

“What a wonderful and beautiful mockery, kid.”

Upon hearing this, Bartolomeo’s expression instantly turned extremely cold. He snorted,

“I don’t want to be liked by scum.”

After saying that, he secretly added in his heart:

These scums don’t deserve to like Senior Orochimaru even more.