Doflamingo, a ruler of Dressrosa. He had nothing to care for.. well, except his family, of course. Nothing else quite mattered at hand. He was nearing his end, having already lost Caesar from his radar. He picked up his transponder snail, dialing a number.

" ..Trebol, Diamante. "

At his words, the two subordinates left the room, leaving Doflamingo in silence. He dialed the number, lifting up the transponder snail and waiting for a response.