Trebol's voice, of course, couldn't carry that far.
He understood Doflamingo's temperant better than anyone and knew exactly what state his leader was in right now.
At this mont, no words would have any effect on Doflamingo.
Their young master was usually ticulous and calculating, but that didn't an he could maintain such composure under all circumstances.
When it ca to matters involving his family, Doflamingo would beco extrely irritable and lose all patience, completely deaf to anyone's words.
He could understand Doflamingo's behavior—it was proof of how much he cared about them, the very reason the Donquixote Family had such strong bonds.
But as the family's operations expanded, Trebol grew increasingly concerned about this tendency of Doflamingo's.
Take this incident for example.
Everyone was devastated by Pica's death, but whoever could kill Pica was definitely no small fry.
The perpetrator was likely soone far beyond their ans to provoke.
Yet Doflamingo had recklessly gone for revenge without even investigating the enemy's background first.
This not only endangered himself but also disregarded the entire family's safety.
For the leader of a massive underground enterprise, such impulsive emotionalism was clearly unbecoming of his position.
Still, looking at Pica's mutilated corpse beside him, Trebol sighed deeply.
He dialed his Den Den Mushi and roared at the officials they had planted or bribed across neighboring nations.
"All of you—investigate! Check if any suspicious individuals have appeared in your territories recently, especially those islands with Marine bases. Report every piece of intelligence you've received! And those monitoring the surrounding shipping routes—watch for movents from major factions. Report any anomalies imdiately!"
As Trebol issued orders, the entire Donquixote Family mobilized with unprecedented urgency.
Hanging up, Trebol took a deep breath and gazed at the shimring sea, his eyes laced with murderous intent.
The Donquixote Family's current standing in the Underground Black Market was no re upstart position.
For years, they had simply been lying low.
After striking their deal with Kaido, they had long since beco genuine black market titans.
In terms of comprehensive strength, virtually no other underground power could rival them.
The thick scent of blood still emanated from Pica's corpse.
Trebol crouched beside his comrade's remains, carefully placing each fragnt into the coffin his subordinates had brought.
As he collected the pieces, he murmured.
"Rest easy, Pica. No one who kills a senior executive of this family walks away unscathed—no matter who they are. Your death will be avenged in the enemy's blood. Trust Doffy—he'll have their heads at your gravestone soon enough."
No sooner had Trebol finished preparing Pica's body than the Den Den Mushi in his pocket began ringing incessantly.
The relentless "Bruru Bruru" sounds slowly stirred an inexplicable unease in Trebol's heart.
This foreboding was strange yet overwhelming—so intense that his hand trembled as he reached for the receiver.
"What—" Before Trebol could finish speaking, an extrely panicked voice ca from the other side:
"Trebol-sama! It's bad, really bad! The Marines—the Marines are making a major move!"
"Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji, Garp, Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Zephyr—all of them are simultaneously heading towards the North Blue! Especially Garp and Kuzan—rumors say they've already reached the North Blue, though we don't know their exact locations yet!"
The mont he heard his subordinate's report, Trebol had to admit his head spun a little.
After that long string of nas was uttered, Trebol felt like he was either still dreaming or his underling had gone insane.
After all, if what his subordinate said was true, it would an nearly the entire Marine Headquarters had been mobilized.
If such a lineup really appeared, there could only be one explanation—the Marines were declaring war on a Yonko!
Otherwise, no other incident—not even the murder of a Celestial Dragon—would warrant the deploynt of so many top-tier fighters at once.
But those Yonko monsters were all in the New World!
This was just the North Blue, where the Donquixote Family was causing minor trouble!
How could it possibly attract the attention of so many big shots?
It made no sense at all!
Thus, Trebol was skeptical of the information his subordinate relayed.
However, the other party seed to have anticipated his disbelief and quickly continued shouting.
"Trebol-sama, you must believe ! This operation isn't just limited to those high-ranking officers—there are also countless ordinary soldiers involved. My wife's younger brother is a sergeant at a branch base, and he personally supplied the ships for Fleet Admiral Sengoku and the others. He was the one who told this."
"At first, I didn't believe it either, so I went to verify it myself. There have been extrely unusual Marine ship movents near the Grand Line and the Calm Belt. And according to our informants nearby, many people have already witnessed Aokiji riding his bicycle across the sea!"
At this point, Trebol began to panic.
He hurriedly asked his subordinate.
"Are you saying Pica's death might be related to this?!"
"Trebol-sama, although our Donquixote Family has grown quite powerful, it's still highly unlikely the Marines would deploy such a force just to deal with us. The only plausible explanation is that they're here to protect sothing—or soone. And if it's a person, then that person might very well be the one who killed Pica-sama!"
"You're saying the Marines mobilized all these forces just to protect the bastard who killed Pica? No, no—it's Jake! That bastard! He's the only one who'd do sothing like this, and the only one worth the Marine Headquarters going this far!"
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