Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The starlight was cold and soft, and it was obviously a quiet and leisurely military academy dormitory.

However, Virgo's whole body tensed up, and his hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.

A bone-chilling chill ran from his spine to his forehead, making his scalp tingle.

It was obvious that the man in front of him did not release a trace of domineering, and just stood there with a smile, but Vergo felt as if his throat was clenched tightly by an invisible big hand, and his breathing became difficult and solemn.

Chills all over.

"Master Godfather, the young master asked me to convey his greetings to you."

Vergo did not dare to raise his head and look directly into the man's eyes, and whispered.

Darren slowly took out a cigar, took it in his mouth and lit it.

A touch of strange scarlet lit up the dark room.

"Well, I'm very satisfied with Dover's recent performance."

"But you haven't answered my question yet."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Vergo's forehead and he said hurriedly:

"Yes, Lord Godfather, choosing Lieutenant General Porusalino as the instructor is an order from the Young Master."

After being confirmed, the corner of Darren's mouth curved up with a vague arc.

That boy Dover is quite smart.

Virgo's identity could not withstand thorough investigation.

As long as you investigate carefully, you can easily find out the relationship between Vergo and Doflamingo.

A member of the underworld, a pirate... actually infiltrated into the navy as an undercover agent, and even entered the officer training camp known as "The Cradle of Generals".

With a little effort, you can imagine what will happen to Vergo once his identity is exposed.

By choosing Porusalino, you can avoid leaking your identity secrets as much as possible.

After all, with Porusalino's fun-loving personality, even if he noticed something, he would probably pretend not to notice it and observe the development of the situation with a spectator's attitude.

"Well, this is a very wise choice."

Darren nodded.

"Since you have become a member of the navy now, let me give you a piece of advice."

Vergo lowered his head:

"Please tell me."

Darren smiled and said:

"Forget all your past identities, and then, risk your life and climb up as high as you can."

Virgo was shocked.

"That's all I'll say."

Darren blew out a stream of smoke.

After a pause, as if he had forgotten something, he looked at the guy whose mouth was wiped clean but still had half a piece of steak on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched up.

"By the way, this is a lesson for how dare you attack me just now."

The words fell,

laugh! !

The sharp knife and fork hovering in mid-air suddenly shot out, piercing deeply into Vergo's thigh, and gurgling blood seeped out of his trousers.

Vergo groaned in pain, his body trembled, and he gritted his teeth but did not dare to make a sound.

"Thank you, Godfather, for the lesson."

His eyes were bloodshot, but his attitude was more respectful.

no respond.

one second,

two seconds,

Three seconds...

There was dead silence in the room.

Vergo carefully raised his head and looked at the empty room, breathing heavily as if he was exhausted.

With trembling hands, he forcefully pulled out the knife and fork stuck in his thigh, and blood spurted out.

With his strength, he could easily avoid this "little lesson" just now.

But he……

Don't dare to hide.

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Naval Headquarters, Military Academy.

Chief Instructor's Office.

"Teacher Zefa, are you looking for me?"

Darren knocked on the door and pushed in.

"Well, Darren boy, you're here."

Zefa, who was sitting behind his desk, looked up from the pile of documents, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

"How do you feel about your first day as a special instructor?"

Darren glanced at the obviously renovated bathroom at the end of the office, quickly looked away, and said with a smile:

"Well enough."

He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs casually, and lit a cigar.

This set of silky movements made Zefa's mouth twitch.

He shook his head and asked:

"I asked you to come here this time because I want to discuss with you the arrangements for this kid Magellan. You also know that his Devil Fruit ability is very special..."

"No need to discuss, I accept Magellan!"

Before Zefa could finish speaking, Darren interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Zefa was stunned.

You haven't even spoken yet...you agreed?

He also carefully prepared some words to persuade this boy.

"Have you met him?"

Zefa thought for a moment and reacted quickly.

"Well, that boy's ability is indeed a bit scary."

Darren nodded, but an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In just one hour, under Magellan's "poison", his physical strength increased by 0.3!

Although the process is somewhat difficult to endure... the feeling of toxins invading and corroding the body's internal organs is no different from being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

But what he got in exchange was an increase in physical strength, which was worth it no matter what Darren thought.

Isn't it just poison... When I was in the hands of the fat man in overalls, I experienced all kinds of torture.

"yes……"

Zefa didn't notice the smile on Darren's lips, but said with some emotion:

"The power of the Poison Fruit is simply not something that ordinary people can withstand...I almost got hit by it. Fortunately, I was strong enough to resist it."

He said with a red face and a look of pride in his eyes.

Darren smiled and said:

"Really? But Teacher Zefa, I heard Magellan say... you just accidentally inhaled a little poisonous gas, and you had diarrhea for three days and three nights."

"..."

Zefa's expression suddenly solidified.

"Ahem..."

He coughed twice, skipped the topic and asked:

"So, are you sure you can withstand his poison?"

"I know that your physique is amazing, but toxins directly invade the internal organs and nerves... Your strong resistance to blows does not have much of a bonus in terms of resistance to poisons."

"And that boy's poison has a certain lag..."

Darren said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry, Teacher Zefa, don't forget... I am an "indestructible"... huh?"

Gululu...

His face suddenly stiffened, and a strange muffled sound came from his abdomen.

Zefa was startled.

Darren: "..."

Zefa: "..."

The two looked at each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.

Could it be...

I felt as if my abdomen was gradually turning into a ball and becoming overwhelming.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Darren's forehead, and he secretly said something bad.

"hehe."

Zefa looked at Darren meaningfully, and then pointed in the direction of the bathroom with a half-smile.

"Go ahead, it's been redecorated."

Before he could finish speaking, the Vice Admiral suddenly jumped up from the sofa and rushed directly into the toilet.

Soon a burst of crackling firecrackers came from inside, accompanied by a groan of gnashing teeth and... a low wailing.

"King Kong is indestructible? Haha..."

A proud smile gradually appeared on Zefa's face, he leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He looked like someone who had come before, and shook his head with a sigh.

"You're still too young..."

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