I just crossed over and my younger brother is Doflamingo

"What about the Draco!"

"Where did they run!"

"Catch them and burn them all!"

On the dimly lit streets, crowds of people holding torches came and went.

Searching for something.

"I don't know how Roy is now."

"Don't get caught."

In the dark corner, don Quixote. Huo Minggu's face was worried.

A group of crazy villagers burned their houses.

If it weren't for their quick reaction, he and his two children and wife.

They may all be buried in the fire now.

"Father, I'm so hungry!"

"Why are they chasing us!"

"What the hell have we done wrong!"

Doflamingo lowered his head, trembling all over.

Pain, resentment, anger...

He hated the villagers who hunted them down for no reason.

But, deep down, he hated his father even more for letting him fall from the sky dome into the sludge.

Originally, he should have been a high-ranking Draco!

But it was wantonly trampled on by a group of lowly ants.

"Hehe, it's hiding here!"

Torches illuminate dark corners.

A villager with a hideous expression watched excitedly.

"Please, let us go!"

Don Quixote. Huo Minggu's eyes showed a pleading look.

If the villagers find out, they will definitely be killed.

"Yes, kneel down and beg me."

The corners of the villagers holding torches slowly tore apart.

There was morbid pleasure in his eyes.

Poof!

In front of family and dignity.

Don Quixote. Huo Mingu knelt on the ground without hesitation.

"Please, let us go!"

Almost trembling, he begged.

"Hahaha, you noble world nobles even have a time to kneel."

The eyes of the villagers suddenly became ferocious.

"Draco is here!"

Huo Minggu's eyes widened and he looked at this villager who did not keep his promise.

"Here!"

"Everyone, come and catch them!"

"Kill them!"

Bang bang!

Dozens of villagers with farm tools surrounded Don Quixote's family, who wanted to escape.

A beating!

"You bastards..."

Blood slid down his forehead.

The body was wrapped in intense pain, as if he was about to die.

Doflamingo curled up to protect his body.

"You bastards... Give me... Listen up... No matter how you torture me... I... will live..."

"And then... Put you guys... One that does not stay... Kill them all! "

"The anger of the weak is as ridiculous in the eyes of the strong as the lament of a defeated dog."

The oath was interrupted by an understatement.

"My stupid brother, only strong enough to make people fear and fear."

Trample! Trample! Trample!

Low footsteps, step by step trampled on the heart.

In the air, there is an oppressive breath.

Swaying flames, distorted black shadows.

Under the light of the fire, it looks like a blood-colored ferocious beast that chooses to devour people!

"Looks like I'm not late."

An invisible aura enveloped the entire neighborhood.

The world freezes!

Dozens of villagers stood stiffly in place, their bodies trembling under that terrifying pressure.

"Brother..."

Doflamingo raised his head, his body trembling.

His body, subconsciously fearful, was afraid of this somewhat strange man in front of him.

"Such wanton abuse of my family..."

Roy squinted slightly, and the smile on his face was as gentle and bright as ever.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped by a few degrees.

The cold makes people palpitate.

"Are you ready to pay the price?"

"There's also a Draco here!"

"Kill him!"

A few villagers, carried away by anger, rushed over desperately.

"Finger gun!"

Roy's eyes were cold, and his fingers were poked out like lightning.

Burst!

Blood blooms!

Several villagers fell to the ground.

Roy raised his leg and kicked!

Naval Six!

Arashi foot!

Yikes!

The white slashes crisscrossing the slash sweep wantonly!

The surrounding world was stained with a blood-red color that could not be washed away.

The entire street was covered with the remains of severed limbs.

"Roy..."

Don Quixote. Huo Minggu was completely stunned.

Is this figure shrouded in blood really his son?

Why did it suddenly become so powerful?

"The strong dominate the weak, this is the survival law of natural selection in nature."

"How foolish it is to be a descendant of a king, but to give up supreme power."

"Father... Now, do you regret it. "

Roy looked at Huo Minggu lightly.

Draco is not innocent.

However, they are only part of the privilege.

20 Draco clans, no more than four figures of members combined.

Most of these hundreds of Draco have lived in the Holy Land of Marie Joa all their lives.

The harm they cause is overwhelming for some.

But, for the whole world, it is insignificant.

Put the mediocrity and darkness of the world government on Draco.

For the Draco, it was definitely a huge black cauldron.

Don Quixote. Ho Minggu's idea is good.

He thought he had given up his rights and status as a Draco.

These ordinary people thank him and accept him, ignoring his past as a Draco.

But in fact, these ignorant people will only turn anger and hatred against the world government and Draco into persecution.

Doubly vent on them, the former world nobles.

Tample the once unattainable nobles under their feet and satisfy their perverted psychology.

This is the root of human inferiority.

They are not pitiful.

Being in the position of the Draco, these people will only do more than the Draco they hate.

Human nature is inherently evil!

"Perhaps, I was wrong."

Huo Mingu lowered his head, he already regretted it.

But what's the use of regretting now?

What is lost cannot be recovered.

He wouldn't be naïve to think that.

Mary Joa's Draco will accept a betrayer.

No one knows Draco better than he used to be a Draco.

.........

"Do you strengthen the skill: kendo?"

"The enhancement process will consume Soul Fragments (white) x20"

20 soul fragments, much less than expected.

"Yes!"

The broken soul fragments turned into energy and merged into the mind.

A large number of kendo perceptions sprang up in his mind in an instant.

"Enhancement completed, kendo upgraded to entry level!"

Roy held the knife, and the strange feeling became familiar.

It seems that he has been with this knife for several years.

Phew~

A gust of wind blew through, and a few fallen leaves withered.

Swish!

The knife flashes!

Roy held the hilt of the knife in his hand as if he had never moved.

The fallen leaves in front of the eyes broke in half.

His current kendo realm is probably similar to that of a swordsman who has practiced kendo for three or five years.

Even without strong physical support.

The realm of kendo alone can also be comparable to a pirate with a reward of several million.

His current strength is probably comparable to a pirate with a reward of about 30 million ~ 50 million.

"Brother, mother she... Let's go. "

A deep voice sounded from behind.

Standing under the eaves of Doflamingo, his eyes were empty.

"Gone..."

Roy paused.

There was a calmness on his immature face that did not match his age.

Although his actual age is only 16 years old now, his mental age together has exceeded forty.

There are too many such things as death.