"Young, young master!"

Alan raised his body, glanced at the other person, then tilted his head and fainted.

“There is one here, and there are two over there.”

Doflamingo looked away, opened his mouth and smiled, "It's great to kill three of them in the face of attacks from four people."

He reached out and grabbed it, and countless silk threads filled out, covering and wrapping Alan, he lifted Alan up with a little force, and then swung his right hand upwards.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Several threads spread out from their fingertips, shot out into the sky, grabbed the clouds, and then Doflamingo rose up and took Alan to fly out into the distance.

He jumped out for a distance, raised his right hand again, caught a cloud, and leaped out again with the force.

After a few ups and downs, Doflamingo took Allen back to the garbage disposal plant. As soon as it landed, someone surrounded him.

"Allen, Alan, how are you?" baby5 shouted with a slight crying voice.

"I have had a lot of blood and the wound is very big."

Seeing this scene, Jora couldn't help but frown and said, "Bandage alone is not enough, it needs to be sutured."

"I'll do it."

Doflamingo said, asking others to send Alan into the room and then walked in.

...

In the distance, Corason snuffed out the cigarette in his hand. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

I feel sad that this little devil is recognized by the Don Quixote family.
Chapter completed!