Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

A deserted island.

Doflamingo faintly woke up from the coma due to severe injuries, his fingers trembled slightly, then he opened his eyes with difficulty, and suddenly woke up.

He subconsciously touched his face with both hands, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I still have my sunglasses on.

"woke up?"

A low, smiling voice sounded from beside him.

Doflamingo endured the burning pain all over his body and struggled to sit up from the ground, panting with cold sweat.

Only then did he notice that the tragic wounds on his body that had been slashed by Skiba Jabba had been simply treated, and the bleeding had stopped at this time.

"Lord Godfather..."

Doflamingo turned to look at the man sitting on a rock next to him, smoking a cigar, with extremely complicated eyes.

The Vice Admiral's upper body was naked, revealing a criss-cross pattern of old and new scars. The well-defined and powerful muscles were full of wild impact under the sunlight.

Covered in blood, he left his wounds exposed like this. Even though the blood was no longer bleeding, Doflamingo's eyelids jumped at the scars that were so deep that he could see the bones.

It was obvious that his injuries were no more serious than his own, but he seemed to be fine... He was simply an out-and-out monster.

"Where are we?"

Doflamingo looked around.

They were located on the coast of an island, with golden sandy beaches, azure sea, warm sunshine and cool sea breeze, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"It doesn't matter."

Darren smiled and turned to look at his useless godson.

"how are you feeling?"

how do you feel?

Doflamingo clenched his fist and replied subconsciously:

"The injury is serious, but it is not fatal. He will probably recover after a month and a half of rest."

"No, I mean..."

Darren looked at him deeply and said with interest:

"How did you feel about the battle with Jabba Scabber?"

Doflamingo was stunned.

Looking at Darren's meaningful smile, he calmed down and felt his physical condition carefully.

After a few seconds, he seemed to realize something. His eyes under his sunglasses widened slightly and his pupils shrank.

"The control of Haki and Devil Fruit...seems to have become stronger..."

He muttered in disbelief.

Darren smiled with satisfaction.

"You should understand now, right?"

Doflamingo stared at the Vice Admiral in disbelief as if he was struck by lightning.

Could it be that... he made himself the opponent of Jabba Skoba, not because he wanted to die, but because he wanted to make himself stronger! ?

This guy...is he really so kind?

"Don't look at me like that, Dover."

Darren smiled and shook his head, exhaling a dragon-like smoke from his mouth.

"As your godfather, I have high expectations for you."

He glanced at Doflamingo casually.

"On the contrary, you, the brat, have been vigilant all day long and have been extremely wary of me."

"But I can understand it, and I also agree with your approach."

"People live on this sea, and it is a good habit to always be vigilant... People do not win all the time, but as long as they remain careful and cautious enough, they will not lose all the time."

"Whether you hate me or even want to kill me, I don't care. On the contrary, I am looking forward to it."

Doflamingo pursed his chapped lips and secretly clenched his fists tightly.

"I can not."

He gritted his teeth.

However, what Darren said next made him stunned.

"No, you must dare."

Darren smiled wildly.

"Hate may not be a good emotion, but it is definitely a good motivation for people to make progress."

"No hatred towards the Celestial Dragons, no hatred towards the World Government, is as direct as the hatred towards me."

He stood up slowly, and a tall figure dressed in blood stood in front of the young Tianlong boy with a green face.

The sunlight fell down like a bright golden glow, making the Vice Admiral's figure appear taller, more majestic, and indestructible.

Under Doflamingo's horrified gaze, the tragic, mottled, and hideous wounds on Darren's body began to stop bleeding, heal, and scab at a slow speed visible to the naked eye!

"Keep working hard to become stronger, Dover."

Darren looked at the dull-looking blond kid in front of him with a soft smile.

"Carrying the ambition to kill me, continue to become stronger."

"Remember, you are a born king...except for me, the godfather, no one else should or is enough to make you fearful."

"Jabba the Scourge, Hades Rayleigh, Edward Newgate the Whitebeard, Big Mom Charlotte Lingling, even Kaido the Beast... no one is qualified to make you surrender."

Under the sun, on the beach, the waves roar.

The Vice Admiral bent down so that his eyes were level with the young man in front of him. He gently reached out and rubbed the latter's golden hair with a bright smile:

"do you understand?"

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New world.

On a certain route, a slave trading ship was sailing slowly on the sea, heading towards the Holy Land Marie Joa.

Bloody, rancid black iron cages were piled messily on the deck. From time to time, there were the roars of slave traders raising their whips, and the muffled groans of pain.

"Hahahaha, the quality of this batch of slaves is good, and there are three fishmen among them."

The slave trader, whose face was full of flesh and blood, looked at the bloody figures in the cage and looked at the pairs of hateful and angry eyes, and a greedy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, don't beat him so hard, otherwise you'll lose money if you kill him."

"This is a toy that the nobles managed to catch with great difficulty."

The slave trader rubbed the gem rings on his fingers and sneered.

Thinking of his transaction partner this time, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

That is the God who has all the power in the world!

As long as you serve the Celestial Dragons comfortably, you will have no problem whatever you want in the future!

Just as he was having wonderful fantasies, there was suddenly a violent crash from the merchant ship under his feet.

boom!

The deck shook violently, the crew and guards staggered here and there, and the cages made a sharp buzz as they collided with each other.

"what happened!?"

"Is it a Neptune type?"

“No, I didn’t see it!!”

"Wait...what is that!?"

A series of exclamations came from all over the deck. The slave trader stumbled to the side of the ship, grabbed the railing with both hands, and stared at a red figure swimming at high speed under the sea, his eyes gradually widened.

A flash of panic appeared in his eyes.

Before he could react,

laugh! !

A torrent suddenly shot out of the sea, like a sharp arrow... and pierced his throat!

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