The more you raise a wolf, the more you will be able to survive.

What is the most important thing when raising a wolf?

Is it to inspire its hatred for the Celestial Dragons and the World Government and cultivate its thirst for blood?

Is it to allow it to kill recklessly and maintain its ferocity?

Or to give it a clear enough goal to train its hunting ability?

All of the above, but not entirely.

The most important thing when raising a wolf is to completely dominate it, constantly torture it, and let this gesture of submission be deeply engraved in its brain like a mark, becoming a habit and an instinct.

Let it remember forever who is its real master.

This is the most important thing.

Looking at the young Celestial Dragon who was bending over and kissing the back of his hand, Darren smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, you are worthy of being my godson."

He rubbed Doflamingo's short golden hair affectionately, asked him to stand beside him, and took his hand and walked out of the bloody dome hall step by step.

Outside the ancient villa.

Seeing their arrogant and unruly young master being pulled out by the black-haired navy like a real child, all the menacing Don Quixote family were shocked and stood there in a daze, as if in a dream.

"Dover... Is this your subordinate?"

Darren smiled and glanced casually at the thousands of mafia members present.

Doflamingo lowered his head and replied:

"Yes, Godfather."

Darren nodded and smiled:

"Very good, it can be regarded as an elite in the North Sea."

"There is just one bad thing..."

Doflamingo whispered:

"Godfather, what do you mean?"

Darren's mouth curled up a sneer,

"You are my godson, a natural king, remember one thing..."

His eyes were stern.

"Except for me, anyone who sees you must kneel!"

As soon as the voice fell, a majestic momentum like a deep abyss and a mountain burst out from the body of the navy captain, gushing out indiscriminately and spreading in all directions.

The world seemed to fall into a dead silence at this moment, and all the colors quickly faded, leaving only black and white.

The wind was mighty, sweeping away the clouds.

All the Don Quixote family members, led by Torrebol, Diamante, Vergo, and Pica, were shocked by the aura that was like the abyss and the sea.

They felt the power in their bodies fade away silently, their brains went blank, their knees bent, and they fell to the ground as if they were exhausted.

Ding Ding Dang Dang...

Countless weapons fell from their hands, like dense raindrops falling to the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.

Torrebol and the other four knelt on one knee, gritting their teeth, their faces extremely pale.

They looked at the domineering North Sea Admiral with horror, and an unbelievable thought came to their minds at the same time...

This strong impact from the soul was like facing the shock of thousands of troops and the roaring sea...

- This man's spirit has become significantly stronger than the last time! !

The wind and clouds of the world are changing, as if they are going to sweep across the entire North Sea.

At this moment, there were only two people left standing in the world.

Doflamingo, who was standing next to Darren, clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes were filled with dense and ferocious bloodshot, and his expression was changing, as if he was suppressing something.

The domineering aura in his heart was ready to move, but it was obviously suppressed!

"Dover, I'll wait for you in the Grand Line."

Darren turned his head and squinted at his godson, smiling.

The flawless white cloak roared and danced unscrupulously behind him, and the shadow it raised completely enveloped the figure of the blond boy.

Doflamingo lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes concealing a suppressed ambition and coldness, and said respectfully:

"Yes, Godfather."

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In September 1492 of the Haiyuan calendar, under the order of Rogers Darren, the highest commander of the North Sea Navy and the North Sea Admiral, the North Sea Navy Fleet carried out a bloody suppression and cleansing of more than 20 well-known mafia families in the North Sea.

This action completely ended the chaos of the rampant underground forces in the North Sea for decades or even hundreds of years.

Within a week after the action, the Don Quixote family headed by Doflamingo effortlessly took over the entire underground world of the North Sea, and its power continued to expand, and soon developed into a behemoth that could not be underestimated.

Its industries cover arms smuggling, customs, gambling, espionage, intelligence trafficking and other industries, and its tentacles even extend to other seas and even the Great Channel.

From then on, a saying began to spread in the North Sea:

"The world is colorful, but in the North Sea, there is only black and white."

Since then, the world has recognized that the "chaotic North Sea" has entered a stable and peaceful order.

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"You are really a lunatic. If you let it go like this... Aren't you afraid that one day you can't curb Doflamingo's ambition and be stabbed in the back by him?"

North Sea 321 Naval Branch, Base Chief's Office.

Flying Squirrel flipped through the intelligence documents in his hand, looking helplessly at his boss who was sitting there leisurely smoking a cigar, and had a headache.

On the documents in his hand, it was the movement caused by the Paradise Quixote family's annexation of major mafia industries in recent days.

The scale of the industry, the number of people, the countries and towns involved... All kinds of intelligence were clearly listed in it.

"He doesn't dare."

Darren replied nonchalantly, looking through the floor-to-ceiling glass at the other side of the sea.

The flying squirrel frowned:

"Are you sure? That kid doesn't look like a law-abiding person."

Darren slowly came back to his senses, looked at the flying squirrel, and smiled:

"It is precisely because I know he won't be law-abiding that I feel relieved."

"The truly dangerous enemy is often not this kind of ambitious kid, but those seemingly insignificant guys who hide all their conspiracies in their hearts."

"Doflamingo is a very talented guy. I need him to help me stabilize the situation in the North Sea. The more powerful he is, the more powerful he is. , the more benefits we will get. "

"With his identity as a "celestial dragon" as a barrier, the Navy Headquarters, no, even the World Government will be a little afraid and dare not easily interfere in the affairs of the North Sea."

The flying squirrel pondered and said:

"Of course I understand this truth, but I have seen that guy, I can see that the way he looks at you is not right..."

"What I am worried about is that after you leave the North Sea, will he..."

Darren waved his hand to interrupt the flying squirrel and asked a seemingly unrelated question instead.

"Do you know the spirit of the king?"

"The spirit that is said to be born in millions of people... the domineering color domineering?"

"That's right."

Darren smiled and said:

"Doflamingo is the one who awakens the domineering color domineering, which is why I chose him."

There seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes.

"Strength, speed, power, status... are all secondary."

"In this sea, what really determines the final victory or defeat... is courage."

"As long as my domineering aura is stronger than his, he will never dare to rebel against me."

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