PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

The massive deck fell into absolute silence.

Doll felt her mind ringing, a dull hum echoing in her skull.

Faced with Luo Yu's bizarre way of thinking, she might have objected in the past—might have called it absurd.

But after witnessing his methods firsthand, she knew better now.

If the money was right… Luo Yu would absolutely do it.

The only thing that brought her comfort—

Was that this terrifying, monstrous young man belonged to Marine Headquarters.

Otherwise, if this bonus-obsessed madman were out at sea…

She honestly feared the day someone told her her own bounty value.

"Hahaha! This brat really does have a unique style."

Nagli burst out laughing, taking a swig of liquor.

"No wonder Garp took a liking to him and raised him so carefully."

"Maybe getting on this ship wasn't such a bad idea after all. Might even be fun."

Then he turned to Fujitora.

"You sealed your eyes, brother. What a shame—you missed the expressions on everyone's faces just now. Hilarious."

Clearly, Nagli knew something of the secret behind Fujitora's blindness.

Fujitora shook his bottle gently, tilting his head slightly toward Luo Yu's direction—even though a thick wall separated them.

And yet, as if peering through everything, he smiled faintly.

"Hehe… I once thought the filth of the world was too much to bear."

"But to my surprise… even in this mire, there shines a curious light."

"If I get the chance, I really would like to see what this young man actually looks like."

Meanwhile – Dressrosa, New World

At the royal harbor of the Dressrosa Kingdom—

Donquixote Doflamingo stared at the Shichibukai Summon Order in his hand, a wicked grin curling at his lips.

Without hesitation, he clenched his right hand tightly.

CRACK!

The thick document shattered like brittle glass.

Standing on the dock, the Marine Vice Admiral tasked with delivering the summons—Momonga—instantly turned pale.

This summon order wasn't just a piece of paper—

It was Marine Headquarters' official decree.

It represented the full authority of the Navy—and its pride.

Yet Doflamingo didn't even speak.

He just smashed it.

Was he… openly challenging the authority of Marine Headquarters?

"What's wrong, Vice Admiral Momonga?" Doflamingo said mockingly, his smile twisting into cruelty.

"You think I'm disrespecting Marine Headquarters?"

In a flash of motion, his body blurred like a ghost—

Appearing right in front of Momonga in an instant.

From his outstretched hand, thin strings laced outward—

"Five-Color Strings!"

Boom!!

Momonga barely drew his katana in time.

The massive impact sent him flying backward—

Slamming violently into the side of the warship with a deafening crash.

The sudden assault shocked everyone present.

Even Violet, standing behind Doflamingo, gasped in disbelief.

"Vice Admiral Momonga! Are you alright?"

From the deck, the Marines had yet to disembark, but now rushed forward with grim faces.

Before they'd set off, they'd been warned repeatedly:

When carrying out the Shichibukai summons, every action and word must be weighed carefully.

Do not give the warlords any excuse to refuse.

Yet despite their caution—

Momonga had still been attacked, without warning.

"I'm fine." Momonga forced himself to stand, swallowing the blood surging in his chest.

He glared at Doflamingo and said coldly:

"Doflamingo… I can pretend that destroying the summon order and attacking me never happened."

"But listen closely—this war against the Yonko, both Fleet Admiral Sengoku and the World Government are taking it very seriously."

"Why else would we send out official summons to the Shichibukai?"

"Sengoku made it clear before we left—we must bring you back."

"So I advise you, Lord Doflamingo—don't do anything reckless. I need something to report back with."

"Heh… You need to report back?"

Doflamingo's voice grew low and venomous.

He turned slightly, looking at Pica standing in the shadows behind him.

"And what about me?"

"How do I report back to my family?"

"That arrogant Marine Admiral—he maimed them without warning."

"One lost an arm. Another a leg. And you expect me, Doflamingo, to just waltz off to Marineford like a loyal dog?"

"You think I can still command respect if I let that slide?"

His gaze turned icy.

"Go back and tell Sengoku—me joining the fight isn't impossible…"

"But only if that arrogant new Admiral comes to invite me in person."

"Otherwise… don't blame me for what happens next."

He looked to Violet.

"Escort them out."

"Until that Admiral shows up personally—any Marine who steps foot within a hundred miles of Dressrosa…"

"I'll sink them without hesitation."

"And if Marine Headquarters has a problem with that—strip me of my Shichibukai title."

"Just don't blame me when your war efforts start falling apart."

Violet's expression shifted, clearly stunned.

Even she hadn't expected Doflamingo to escalate the situation like this.

But as a pawn in the Donquixote Family, she had no choice.

She stepped forward and motioned politely for Momonga and his men to leave.

Still… as head of the Donquixote intelligence unit, Violet had heard plenty about the Fourth Admiral—Taiote Luo Yu.

The rumors about him were beyond wild.

The kind of man who would bash a Celestial Dragon for a bonus.

A man who ignored every norm in pursuit of efficiency—and coin.

For Doflamingo to threaten Marine HQ now, and demand that he personally come deliver an invitation—

The timing made sense on paper.

But all Violet could think was—

"Is… is Doffy trying to give Luo Yu an excuse to collect another bonus?"

The thought was absurd.

And terrifying.

"Violet—what are you thinking?"

Doflamingo suddenly spoke again, his tone sharp.

She jumped, startled out of her thoughts.

"Nothing, Young Master! I didn't mean anything by it."

"I've already sent out the message like you asked. The Admiral has confirmed receipt—he's acknowledged your invitation."

"I trust in your foresight. I'm sure everything will go perfectly."

"Heh… so he did reply?" Doflamingo's smile deepened, darker than before.

Turning once more to Momonga, his eyes gleamed.

"Well, Vice Admiral, must I say it again?"

"Get lost."

"Unless I see that Admiral with my own eyes, I don't want any Marine stepping foot on Dressrosa."

"Otherwise… don't blame me for getting ugly."