Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

New world.

Moby Dick.

"Jie hahaha, how about it, Newgate... This is a perfect plan, isn't it?"

The golden lion's eyes were fixed on the tall man sitting on the main seat in front of him, his eyes full of fierceness and cunning, he opened his arms and said with a ferocious smile:

"It's time for the little devils in this sea to see the terror of real pirates again!"

Marco and other members of the Whitebeard Pirates stood there in shock, their faces pale, and their hearts stirred up.

They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

This guy... actually planned such a crazy plan! ?

Is he crazy?

The golden lion simply ignored their looks.

For him, other people's opinions mean nothing at all.

"How's it going? It's been a long time since we joined forces... I really miss the time when we were "fighting side by side" on the same boat..."

The golden lion smiled sadly.

"...That was really a "good" memory."

Whitebeard frowned.

He lifted up the huge wine jar and took a sip, then said expressionlessly:

"Are you done?"

"The bottle of wine is gone. It's time for you to leave, Shiki."

The golden lion was stunned.

A flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Whitebeard said calmly:

"I'm not interested in your plan at all, and I don't want to rashly start a war with the navy... If you want to do this kind of thing, just do it yourself."

He glanced at Kozuki Oden.

"He will avenge Oden himself."

"This is a choice he made. None of us will interfere. Otherwise, it would be the greatest insult to his dignity as a warrior."

"As for the friendship between partners you mentioned..."

Whitebeard's eyes suddenly turned cold:

"If I remember correctly, we were in the same boat back then, but we never had any friendship."

"I'm tired of the days of being on guard against each other being stabbed in the back by other partners."

As he spoke, he glanced at Marco and other crew members from the corner of his eyes, and a softness flashed deep in his eyes.

The golden lion narrowed his eyes.

He seemed to notice the look in Whitebeard's eyes when he looked at his crew.

"I see……"

His eyes rolled with a sinister smile, and his tone was sarcastic:

"This is really a pity, Newgate... I originally had expectations for you, but now I didn't expect you to have fallen to this point. It's such a pity."

"You, who possess such powerful combat power, actually want to play such a childish game of house in this sea of ​​struggle for hegemony... Jie hahahaha!!"

The figure of the golden lion gradually floated up from the spot, flew into the air, and looked down at everyone on the deck of the Moby Dick.

"You guys just play house hypocritically!"

"Do you think that if you don't go to the navy to trouble you, the navy won't trouble you?"

"Jie hahahaha!! It's so stupid! It's so naive!!"

"This world is, after all, a world of the weak and the strong!!"

His eyes spanned a long distance, and he looked at the careless white beard across the distance.

"Newgate, originally I thought you were the same ambitious person as me."

"But now it seems that we can only drift apart!"

"When the real war begins, I want to see if you can still protect the group of brats behind you like you are now!! Jie hahahaha!!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the golden lion suddenly soared into the air and quickly disappeared into the distant sky.

The white beard with a solemn expression sat there, silent for a long time.

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A few days later.

North Sea.

boom! !

A military boot stamped heavily on the flying squirrel's face, and the exaggerated inhuman strength directly kicked him away.

Circles of white air ripples exploded in the void, and the figure of the flying squirrel directly smashed into more than a dozen towering trees before sinking deeply into the bottom of a mountain range.

The aftermath of the majestic power suddenly spread, and the entire mountain range seemed to tremble, and long cracks appeared on the rock wall at the bottom.

Smoke and dust rose wildly, and the sound of flying squirrels coughing violently could be heard.

"You damn bastard...how many times have I told you not to slap me in the face..."

From the hole in the rock wall, the flying squirrel, shackled by the sea tower stone, crawled out with difficulty. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Not far away, Darren's figure fell from the sky and landed steadily.

He smiled and said:

"If you don't want to be slapped in the face by me, just stay away."

The corner of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse.

Wearing these sea-floor stone shackles, I can barely maintain normal activities, which is pretty good, right? !

But he was too lazy to argue. After all, he would get beaten if he argued or not, so he might as well save his energy.

The flying squirrel sat down on the ground, without the manners or majesty of the Beihai Admiral. He lay there with his back stretched out, gasping for air.

"Not working again?"

Seeing his deputy lying there as if he had been beaten, Darren made a bit of a joke.

It has to be said that Flying Squirrel's talent is indeed quite outstanding.

In just a few days, this guy has adapted to the suppressive effect of Hailou Stone. Even when facing his own attacks, he can still make some subconscious blocking and evasive movements from time to time.

Well, even though it was still a crushing beating in the end, he could still struggle for a while.

"Why don't you go back to the headquarters? Is there anything else to do there?"

The flying squirrel complained angrily.

Darren smiled and shrugged:

"Although there are indeed many credits to be taken in the course, there is still enough time."

"Besides, compared to cultural classes, I still think it is much more important to help the adjutant with his practice."

Are you addicted to beating me? The flying squirrel rolled his eyes weakly.

"Okay, today's violent beating... ah no, today's sea floor stone confrontation training ends here."

Darren said something, and immediately summoned a metal skateboard, stepped on it, and under the influence of the magnetic field, it soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Flying Squirrel: "..."

You spilled the beans.

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Rubek Island.

Don Quixote family, resident hall.

Doflamingo, Torrebol and other officials are meeting in the meeting hall to discuss the next step in the future.

"who is it!?"

Doflamingo's eyes suddenly turned cold, his fingers were bent like chicken claws, and he swung heavily in a certain direction!

laugh! !

Sharp cutting marks suddenly appeared on the walls and ground of the meeting hall.

A tall figure slowly walked out of the darkness. At this time, he was tightly grasping several sharp invisible threads with one hand. Sparks were splashing on his skin. He looked at Doflamingo with a smile:

"Dover, I haven't seen you for a while. Your strength has improved a lot."

Doflamingo's expression changed when he saw the visitor.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee.

The proud head was slightly lowered.

"I've met the Godfather."

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