Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 153

The old man was very happy.

Guide... my training?

Doflamingo's eyes froze when he heard this.

A strange emotion gradually floated up from the bottom of his eyes.

Is this guy serious?

The "monster" of the Navy Headquarters... who killed "World Destroyer" Bondi Waldo and annihilated the headquarters of the Beasts Pirates, really wants to guide his training?

Doflamingo's first thought was that this guy had bad intentions.

Although the two of them were nominally in a godfather and godson relationship, and the Don Quixote family was also developing rapidly and expanding madly with the support of the North Sea Fleet at a speed that even he himself was shocked by.

But Doflamingo knew that a cold-blooded guy like Darren didn't trust him at all.

The best proof was that the Flying Squirrel used several well-armed warships to blockade the entire Lubeck Island that day.

He knew very well that if Darren really had any accidents in the New World, the Flying Squirrel would definitely give the order to fire without hesitation and wipe out the Don Quixote family from this sea area at all costs.

Of course, Doflamingo didn't trust Darren either.

The two maintained this "harmonious" relationship on the surface, and used each other in this game of intrigue.

He licked his dry lips and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you sure, my godfather?"

Darren smiled:

"Of course, what can make a father more gratified than watching his son become stronger and grow up with his own eyes?"

Doflamingo took a deep breath, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged and bulged instantly.

His face was full of unruly madness, and the violent red light filled his eyes behind the sunglasses, and his hands swung out at the same time like claws!

The sound of a grim laugh echoed in the empty lobby.

"咈咈咈咈咈!! Then I won't be polite, Godfather!!!"

Swish!!

In an instant,

It was as if countless invisible swords tore through the air, and the crisp sound of silk tearing exploded one after another.

Silently,

The ceiling, floor, and wall of the lobby appeared with long and thin cuts at the same time.

The coffee table between the two suddenly broke into pieces, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror.

Doflamingo... launched a violent attack on the Commodore!

...

Ten minutes later.

The entire lobby of the garrison had become a mess.

Countless cuts covered the walls and the ground like scratches. The wine cabinet, wine glasses, coffee table, desk... no piece of furniture remained intact.

Torrebol and others looked at the man standing in the ruins and lighting a cigar with shock and horror, and a huge wave of emotions was set off in their hearts.

"Huh..."

Darren exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, smiled and looked at his godson who was kneeling on one knee and panting, and said with a smile:

"Do you understand now?"

"Your devil fruit ability is well developed, but the timing of your attack is not ruthless enough."

"In terms of physical fitness, strength and speed need to be better honed."

"This is the foundation of everything."

"In addition, you should spend more time to master the close combat skills I just taught you."

"With your current strength, you may be invincible in the North Sea, but when you go to the Grand Line or even the New World... you will face despair that scares you."

Doflamingo knelt there with a pale face, sweat on his forehead, cracked lips, and a blank look in his eyes... and deep shock.

Too strong...

Even if he tried everything, he couldn't do anything to Darren.

He thought that the hard training during this period would narrow the gap between him and this man.

But it didn't.

The back of the man in front of him was so tall and far away, and the shadow cast by him was like a huge dark cloud pressing down on his head, making it difficult for Doflamingo to breathe.

What he couldn't believe the most was that Darren was actually guiding him!

The analysis of each move, the practice of the Navy Six Styles, the understanding of the development of the String-String Fruit, the grasp of the timing of the attack...

The precise and sharp insights like a scalpel made Doflamingo feel a sudden enlightenment about his own practice.

Hearing Darren's words, he slowly came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty:

"Thank you for your guidance, Godfather."

Darren smiled.

Doflamingo's past practice was all

Crossing the river by feeling the stones, there is no systematic way of practice.

The people around him, such as Trebol, are a bunch of misfits.

Although they are loyal to Doflamingo, there is not much they can actually do to help him.

With Darren's vision and experience, it is not easy to guide the current Doflamingo.

In the original plot, Doflamingo's combat power is limited to the vice-chairman of the emperor, and he even lost to King Luffy in the end, largely because he lacked a qualified teacher.

Kaido, the beast, might have taken on this "position", but Doflamingo chose "cooperation" instead of "confrontation", so he could only stop at that level in the end.

But now it's different.

Under his own guidance and knocking, the young and unruly flamingo in front of him may soar into the sky, spread his brilliant and magnificent wings, and shock the whole world.

"This is what I should do as a godfather."

Darren paused,

"Grow up as soon as possible, Dov..."

He turned his head, and his deep eyes looked through the glass window at the endless sea in the distance.

The cigar smoke blurred his cold and deep facial lines.

"Compared to the wonderful Grand Line, this North Sea is too small."

"I look forward to the day when you step into the Grand Line."

"When the time comes, the whole world can't stop us!"

Doflamingo listened to these exciting and bold words, and his heart was also ignited with a raging fire of ambition.

He stared at Darren's profile in a daze, pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and said nothing.

Darren retracted his gaze, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Go, they are still waiting for you to attend."

Doflamingo stood up slowly.

He looked at Darren's back as he turned and left, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said with courage that came out of nowhere:

"Darren! Why are you helping me?"

"Don't underestimate me, I can see the murderous intent in your eyes!"

"You should also know very well... If I have the chance to kill you, I will definitely do it without hesitation!"

After these words came out, Trebol and others were struck by lightning, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

They all took a breath of cold air.

Darren's steps paused for a moment.

He turned his head and smiled brightly at Doflamingo:

"Very good, just keep the desire to kill me..."

"Hatred is often the best motivation to become stronger, whether the target of this hatred is me, the World Government, or even the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders... It doesn't matter."

"As for why I want to help you..."

Darren blinked.

"Do you know what the 'justice' I uphold is?"

Doflamingo was startled.

"What is it?"

Darren's mouth curled up unscrupulously.

"Because I think it would be fun."

"An abandoned prince, carrying a blood feud, takes revenge on his noble people... Isn't it fun?"

"Finally... Happy birthday to you, Dover, my godson."

Darren said with a smile at last, and then his figure disappeared.

Only Doflamingo was left standing there blankly, motionless.

After a long time,