Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

Seeing this, Torrebol and others exchanged glances with each other, then knelt on one knee and bowed their heads and said in unison:

"Meet Godfather Darren."

They had no choice but to bow their heads.

The man in front of them, but he annihilated the monsters of the fleet under the command of the legendary pirate Golden Lion with his own strength.

Especially at this moment, the terrifying aura faintly emanating from Darren made them tremble with fear.

No matter how proud a character is, no matter what the North Sea underworld giant is, he is as humble as an ant in front of absolute strength.

In the huge meeting hall, no one stood except Darren.

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Very good, I admire people who know the rules."

Darren walked over slowly and stretched out his hand for Doflamingo to kiss the back of his hand.

"You also know that I have been busy recently and rarely come back to Beihai... But now it seems that you have done a good job and managed the underground world of Beihai in an orderly manner. I am very satisfied with this."

Everyone stood up with some fear.

Darren sat casually on the soft leather sofa, lit a gold-plated cigar for himself, and looked at Doflamingo sitting opposite him.

After not seeing each other for more than half a year, Doflamingo has grown up a lot.

Compared to the little guy when he first came to Beihai, Doflamingo has now grown into a young man.

Some messy short blond hair is like a crown, the facial lines are sharp, and the height is close to 1.8 meters. There is a kind of domineering and gloomy feeling between his eyebrows, like the dark emperor of the future world.

And in the perception of the observation Haki, the boy's breath has also become much stronger.

Darren was somewhat emotional about this.

It must be admitted that Doflamingo is indeed the chosen one. In terms of talent alone, he is definitely far superior to Flying Squirrel.

If he had not given the Thunder Fruit to Flying Squirrel, it would have been extremely difficult for him to suppress the ambitious Doflamingo in the North Sea.

You know, Flying Squirrel has his own teachings and guidance.

And what about Doflamingo?

He is surrounded by only a group of crooked people like Trebol who can only flatter him. Simply relying on his own exploration, he can develop the String Fruit to this extent, which is enough to show his extraordinary talent.

"Godfather... You came back to the North Sea this time, is..."

While Darren was looking at Doflamingo, the latter was also carefully trying to figure out his thoughts, and asked tentatively.

Darren smiled when he heard this:

"Can't you come back to see my godson if there's nothing else?"

He blew out a smoke ring from his mouth and sighed with some emotion:

"To be honest, Dover, as your godfather, I am indeed not very competent... and my teaching of you is far from enough."

"This time I came back, in addition to handling some military affairs of the North Sea Fleet, I just want to make up for my regrets."

When these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

Doflamingo said doubtfully:

"Godfather, you mean... you want to guide my practice?"

Darren said helplessly:

"That's right... As my godson, if you are too weak, it will make me look incompetent."

...

Ten days passed quickly.

This day.

A deserted island in the North Sea.

Two figures glided quickly in the sky one after the other.

"That's it. Use the silk thread to hook the clouds and pull your body, so that you can have the ability to fly in the sky!"

Darren, who was standing on a streamlined metal skateboard, put his hands in his pockets and quickly retreated, teaching Doflamingo with ease.

"Try to keep your body balanced as much as possible, otherwise you will reveal your flaws to the enemy when the lines alternate!"

Darren smiled and watched Doflamingo's slightly clumsy movements with interest.

Compared with Darren's extremely flexible movement in the sky, Doflamingo's movements seemed more rigid, his figure stumbled, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

"What an amazing talent... He basically mastered the air way in less than an hour..."

Darren squinted and observed Doflamingo's movements. As time went by, he gradually found that the latter's skills became more and more proficient, so he hooked his finger.

Swish!

A flash of cold silver light suddenly whizzed in from the distant sky and shot towards Doflamingo.

Doflamingo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Feeling a sense of crisis, he subconsciously swung out a claw.

Clang! !

Several transparent silk threads tightly intercepted a silver-white long sword, and the two collided and produced a large number of sparks.

"This is..."

Darren smiled and said:

"From now on, we have to increase the difficulty."

As soon as the voice fell, Liang Kaidao Shouhai disappeared suddenly, turning into sword shadows all over the sky, densely covering Doflamingo.

Doflamingo's face changed drastically, and his movements accelerated a bit.

While he flicked out invisible silk threads from his fingers to pull the floating white clouds, moving in the sky like a swing, he had to deal with the sharp swords that shot from various weird angles from time to time, and the pressure suddenly increased!

But Darren's attack was too swift, and soon Doflamingo's body surface was covered with wounds cut by sharp swords, and the blood gushing out dyed the white shirt and pink feather coat red.

On the island, Torrebol and others watched their young master injured in shock, and they were extremely anxious, but they could do nothing but stare blankly.

They could only pray in their hearts that the "King of the North Sea" could control the strength well, instead of taking the opportunity to guide the training and find a reason to "accidentally" kill their young master.

"What's wrong, Dov... Is this all you can do?"

Darren leisurely lit a cigar, put his hand in his pocket and looked at the blond young man who was trapped in a dead end, deliberately mocking:

"Passive beating is not your style."

"I'm standing here now... or can you not even beat one of my swords?"

Doflamingo's eyes suddenly turned red under his sunglasses, and he gritted his teeth and roared:

"Damn it! Shut up!!"

A large piece of silk thread spread out in his hand like a spider web, enveloping the oncoming sword and binding it tightly.

The next moment,

Doflamingo pulled the thread violently, and with his feather coat flying, his figure suddenly shot out from his original position, and in the blink of an eye he was above Darren.

"I am Doflamingo!!"

Five fingers slashed down fiercely!

"The rogue thread!"

Swish! !

Five extremely sharp threads pierced Darren's skin directly, deeply stuck in his steel-like muscles.

Several drops of blood splashed up and fell on Darren's face.

He finally laughed.

"Very good, I can finally break my physical defense."

A thick white smoke came out of his mouth, and the figure of the commodore disappeared like a ghost.

Doflamingo was stunned.

Before he could react, a black military boot had been infinitely enlarged in the reflection of his pupil.

Boom! !

Doflamingo fell into the island like a cannonball, creating a shocking hole.

"Dover!!"

"Are you okay!?"

"Young Master!?"

Trebol and the others ran over with pale faces, trying to help Doflamingo, who was covered in blood, but the latter shook his hand away.

Gasping for breath, the bruised and battered Celestial Dragon boy knelt in the deep pit, raised his head and stared at the tall figure falling from the sky, blood dripping from his body.

The man walked towards him step by step.

The tall and majestic figure seemed to cover the sun, and the huge shadow enveloped Doflamingo.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

Looking at the hand slowly reaching out to him, Doflamingo's eyes under the sunglasses flashed a trace of fear.

The hand gently rubbed his hair.

Doflamingo was stunned.

"You are growing up very fast. You are worthy of being my proud godson, Dover."

The man smiled and said:

"Keep growing and become stronger."

"Only when you become strong enough... can you kill me, right?"

After saying this, before Doflamingo could react, Darren stepped on the skateboard, his figure whizzed up, and disappeared in the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

The deserted island suddenly became deathly silent.

"D, Dover?"

Trebol looked at Doflamingo who was kneeling there in a daze and tried to speak.

Doflamingo's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he came back to his senses in an instant.

He supported his knees with difficulty and stood up from the ground.

A trace of blood slid down his forehead and gathered on his chin.

But he still stared blankly at the direction where Darren disappeared in the distant sky.

"You tell me... why did that guy teach me so patiently and help me improve my strength..."

Doflamingo unconsciously clenched his fists.

In just ten days, Darren's teaching was more effective than his training in the past six months!

And it is certain that the man did not hide anything.

He really spared no effort to help himself develop the devil

He generously taught me the fruit, the skills of close combat, and even some secret training methods in the Marine training camp.

"Doesn't he... know that I have always wanted to kill him?"

Doflamingo's eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.

Trebol and others fell silent after hearing this.

As bystanders, they saw clearly the progress of their young master in the past few days.

To be honest, they didn't know why the man did this.

"Forget it, go back."

Doflamingo shook his head, regained his former coldness and majesty, and said lightly.

But I don't know if it was an illusion,

In his heart, even he himself was unwilling to admit that...

When the man ruffled his hair, he actually felt a kind of warmth and support from his cowardly and incompetent biological father...

He had never had such warmth and support.

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