PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

The voice wasn't loud.

But in this kind of high-stakes confrontation, even a mild comment felt like a spike to the ears.

Who in their right mind would dare to intrude upon a battlefield like this?

And yet—everyone turned.

Their gazes instantly snapped toward the voice.

And when they saw who it was—

Even Doflamingo and Tesoro's pupils shrank violently.

"That's… Fujitora—Issho?!" Tesoro's voice cracked. "Why the hell is he on their ship?!"

He had only agreed to help Doflamingo because he was assured this situation was a sure win.

But now, with a man said to be on par with a Marine Admiral standing beside Luo Yu—

Were they… now facing two Admirals?

A nightmare scenario.

Doflamingo's face also turned steel-gray.

But with everything already in motion, there was no turning back.

He clenched his jaw and snapped at Tesoro:

"We're in this together now!"

"So what if they're strong?! We're awakened Devil Fruit users! There's no way they'll defeat us in thirty minutes!"

"And when they fail, they'll be blamed for the slaughter of a kingdom!"

"Let's see how they explain that one when they return!"

"This is still our game… We hold the hostages!"

"I bet they won't dare make a move! It's all bluff!"

"Another bet?" Tesoro muttered, his face pale.

Sweat rolled down his palm as he clenched the golden giant's control rod.

Standing beside Admiral Luo Yu was Fujitora—the embodiment of quiet power.

Tesoro wasn't so sure anymore.

Still, Doflamingo had a point.

Even if they could just stall for ten minutes, the upper hand would swing their way.

And if Luo Yu didn't act fast enough, the Birdcage would close.

It didn't matter how powerful they were—time was on their side.

Noticing Tesoro's hesitation, Doflamingo's eyes gleamed with cold menace.

If he had to drag Tesoro into this fight, he would.

There was no escape anymore.

"Do it, Tesoro! They can't afford to call our bluff!"

Just as his words rang out—

HAHAHA!!

A loud, boisterous laugh shattered the tension.

"Hah! You kids a hundred years later sure love to gamble."

"Well then, if we're betting lives, count me in!"

BOOM!

A massive figure stepped out from the specially modified cabin.

It was the Blue Ogre, Dorry—greatsword in hand, eyes burning with wild spirit.

Behind him strode the equally enormous Red Ogre, Brogy.

Two towering giants, nearly ten meters tall, radiating an overwhelming warrior's aura.

They weren't ordinary giants.

They were Elbaf's honored heroes.

Their fierce, time-worn faces and majestic presence made the air seem heavier.

As the two giants took up positions behind Luo Yu, whispers raced through the stunned onlookers.

"Wait… aren't those the 'Special Combat Powers' the Marines failed to recruit?"

"Wasn't it headline news? The Fleet Admiral personally invited them—and got rejected!"

Everyone remembered it vividly.

That infamous World Economic Journal front page crafted by Morgans, ridiculing the Marines' supposed blunder.

They had laughed.

But now—those same giants were here, standing with the Marines.

"This… this can't be…" Torrebol stammered, face drained of color.

He couldn't recognize them on sight—but their presence on Luo Yu's ship, beside Admiral Fujitora?

There was no mistaking it.

Doflamingo's face twisted in rage.

"They're just posturing, Tesoro! Two giants don't mean anything!"

"They're not monsters like Whitebeard or Kaido!"

"Don't let them get in your head—we just need thirty minutes!"

"No," Tesoro said suddenly, his voice low and tense.

"There's… three."

All eyes followed his gaze.

Standing atop one of the giant's shoulders—

A ragged, unshaven man with a pipe clenched in his teeth, leapt lightly down beside Fujitora.

He looked ordinary at first glance.

But Fujitora greeted him with a quiet, respectful nod.

"Good to have you, old brother."

That one sentence—

Sent tremors through Doflamingo and Tesoro's hands.

One Admiral had been trouble.

Two—unbearable.

Now with three powerful allies suddenly revealed?

Fujitora.

The Elbaf giants.

And now this… mysterious elder with a pipe.

Combined with Taiote Luo Yu, their opponent wasn't just powerful—

It was a wall of iron.

Doflamingo's mind reeled.

All those bold declarations just moments ago—

"Sometimes, numbers are strength!"

"I bet you won't dare attack!"

—now echoed like slaps across his own face.

He glanced around.

All that land he had converted into threads?

Suddenly felt a lot less valuable.

"Young Master… what do we do?" Pica finally asked.

Doflamingo froze.

Then his expression twisted into mad rage.

He clenched his right fist tight, veins bulging across his face.

"I don't believe it! There's no way all of them are real 'special powers'!"

"Tesoro! We fight! Ten minutes—that's all we need!"

"They're paper tigers, conjured up to scare us!"

"Now I'll shred them myself!!"

"DIE, YOU NAVY DOGS!!"

"Wasteland Tsunami!!"

Doflamingo roared, completely unhinged.

From beneath his feet, a sea of white threads exploded outward, surging into monstrous wave-like walls, each over ten meters high.

The tide of strings hurtled toward Luo Yu and the others like a raging avalanche.

Anyone hit—

Would be skewered like a pincushion.

Even Tesoro was caught off guard.

But there was no turning back now.

He instinctively turned his gaze to the Marines' ship.

To see if these so-called "special powers"…

Were real.

Or bluff.

And in that instant—

What he saw made every single person on the battlefield's eyes narrow in shock.