Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

A slightly dark and cold resident hall.

The chandelier exudes a cold light, illuminating the silhouettes of people.

"Dover, how are you these days?"

Darren sat unceremoniously on the soft leather sofa, crossed his legs, lit a cigar, and asked casually with a smile.

Torebol and other cadres of the Don Quixote family stood tremblingly in the shadows, not daring to take a breath, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

They carefully peeked at Darren's figure. The latter was just sitting so casually on the sofa, and a terrifying sense of oppression hit their faces.

It was like a lazy ferocious beast that could rise up at any time and tear everyone present to pieces.

'This guy is getting more and more terrifying...'

Thinking of the rumors about Darren that I heard from Senior during this period, and the latter's madness and bloodshed in the Beast Pirates' headquarters...

At this moment, Torebol and others no longer dare to have any rebellious mentality towards Darren, only deep fear.

Doflamingo sat across from Darren calmly, took the gilded cigar thrown by the latter, bit it in his mouth, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Godfather, for your concern."

"With the full support of Admiral Flying Squirrel, the family's business and power have developed quite well."

Darren smiled, shook his head and said:

"No, I don't care about the development of the Don Quixote family. I believe in your ability. Otherwise, I would not have left the underground world of Beihai in your hands."

"I am more concerned about your growth. After all, you are my godson."

He briefly looked at the blond boy wearing a pink feather coat in front of him, feeling the intensity of the biomagnetic field he radiated.

"It seems now that you have not let me down, you have indeed grown a lot..."

He raised his hand to simply indicate a height, and said with a smile:

"I still remember that when I left Beihai a few months ago, you were so tall. Now you are almost 1.8 meters tall."

Darren is not too sure about the exact age of Doflamingo, but he is probably around twelve or thirteen years old.

But a kid of this age grows and develops extremely fast, let alone a born "King of Darkness" like Doflamingo.

From Darren's point of view, Doflamingo's body shape and aura at this time have undergone earth-shaking changes compared to when he left Beihai.

In particular, the intensity of the biomagnetic field has become exponentially stronger.

And the unruly aura he exuded, as well as the coldness and cruelty between his brows, gradually overlapped with the domineering "King Qiwuhai" in Darren's memory.

No wonder even the flying squirrel can't sit still.

This kid's growth is indeed incredibly fast.

"This is good."

This is really great.

Doflamingo pursed his lips and said nothing.

Although he remained calm on the surface, he was actually full of surprise and doubt in his heart, and he was somewhat confused about the meaning of Darren's words.

"Are you confused about your cultivation recently?"

Darren suddenly spoke and exhaled a dragon-like smoke.

Doflamingo raised his eyebrows.

What does it mean?

He suppressed the doubts and uneasiness in his heart and said slowly:

"It's not bad. I have been training hard. While working hard to develop the Devil Fruit, I have not neglected my physical training."

"oh?"

The corners of Darren's mouth curved.

His figure disappeared on the sofa with a whoosh without warning.

Doflamingo's pupils instantly shrank into tiny needles, and all the muscles in his body tensed up at this moment.

Like a stretched bow, tightened to the extreme.

An unprecedented sense of threat hit his face, causing a thin layer of cold sweat to break out on his back.

Can't see clearly...

Darren's speed can't be captured at all! !

With lightning speed, Doflamingo relied on his body's instinct to hook his fingers into claws and subconsciously grabbed the void ahead!

Keng! !

A large amount of sparks flew up, illuminating the black-haired navy's domineering and condescending face.

Five almost transparent sharp threads were firmly pressed against his open hand, and the threads reflected a faint cold light under the light.

Threads that were strong enough to cut through rock and steel were unable to cut through human flesh and blood at this time.

"Little Lord!!"

"What do you want to do!?"

"Damn!!"

Only then did Torebol and the others react, their expressions suddenly changed and they drew their weapons.

"Stop it!"

Doflamingo suddenly stopped their actions coldly.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead from his forehead, and his sunglasses reflected Darren's handsome and smiling face... Doflamingo took a deep look at Darren, and then laughed sinisterly. :

"Hey, don't be nervous, the godfather just wants to test the results of my practice."

Hearing this, Torebol and the others were startled, and they looked at Darren in surprise.

To test the results of practice?

But the murderous intent just now, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, almost suffocated them all.

However, out of trust and obedience to Doflamingo, they took a deep breath, put away their weapons, and took a few steps back.

They knew very well that if this navy really wanted to kill Dover, they might not be able to stop it even if they came together.

Seeing this scene, Darren smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, the reaction is quite good, and in terms of strength..."

He tightened his fingers at any time and pulled the sharp threads seemingly lightly.

In the almost frozen eyes of Torebol and others, the threads that were so tough that they could not be destroyed were pulled into twisted arcs by Darren's fingers.

"...It has also improved a lot."

Darren looked at the blond boy in front of him with relief, smiled and said:

"It can be seen that you have indeed not slacked off during this period. As your godfather, I am very pleased."

"Dover, you have to remember that industry, business, management, power, territory...these things that seem to make people feel superior are actually secondary."

He pointed to the long corridor leading to the banquet hall, and he could faintly hear the exchange of glasses and cups from time to time.

"Some people spend their whole lives wallowing in the so-called power and glory. They think of themselves as successful and great, but in the eyes of the truly strong, they are as humble as ants."

"Don't be blinded by the success in front of you. In the final analysis, this sea is a cold jungle that obeys the law of the jungle. Only strong strength can truly stand in the sky."

"Now...try to take action against me. When you come back to Beihai this time, I can give you some guidance on your practice."

"Otherwise, I would be too unreliable as a godfather."

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