This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

He suddenly smiled brightly, showing his big white teeth.

"So Mr. Zefa, are you a hero?"

The purple-haired man laughed,

"The dream of this old man was also to become a hero that everyone is looking forward to!"

The board-inch boy wondered:

"Then why aren't you?"

"Mr. Garp is only a lieutenant general, and you are the admiral, aren't you?"

The purple-haired man's face darkened, and he slapped the boy flying away.

"Huoshaoshan, you bastard, you are always lazy and don't train. You run 200 laps for this old man! If you can't finish running, I won't clean you up! No, this old man will throw all your cats out!"

Thinking that this always smiling bastard seemed not afraid of hardship, the purple-haired man viciously shifted the "threat point".

"No, don't touch my cat!" The boy shouted nervously, then turned around and rushed into the hot school grounds and ran wildly.

"I'm going to run, Teacher Zefa, don't touch my cat!"

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Crashing... The sound of waves beating against the warship woke Huoshaoshan from his sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, recalling the scene in his dream just now, and an intoxicating smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He is too tired.

He has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights in a row, even his strong physique is a bit unbearable, he just wanted to take a nap on the beach chair, but he fell asleep straight away, and dreamed about his training in the military academy .

Huoshaoshan shook his head with a wry smile, stood up and stretched his waist, relaxed his overly tense and stiff muscles, and went to the sink on the deck to wash his face with a handful of water.

The cool water stimulated his nerves and instantly lifted his spirits.

He raised his head, looked at the rough, unshaven, somewhat unfamiliar face in the mirror in front of him, and was dazed.

From being short-haired to short hair, from hairless under the mouth to beard, the matchstick in his mouth has also become a cigar.

The stray cats at home have changed from batch to batch.

The ignorant boy is no longer, he has grown into a slovenly uncle wearing a military cap.

He smiled at himself in the mirror.

Teacher Zefa, I didn’t actually tell you that day...

I want to be a hero like you too...

He took out a cigar, took a deep breath after lighting it, and said with a smile while exhaling the smoke:

"you're awake."

He turned away.

What came into view was a thin, thin figure with extremely tenacious eyes.

A soft smile appeared on Ron's slightly pale face.

"Yes, because the wind is blowing."

Huoshaoshan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Wisps of flowing wind passed between his fingers, and the humidity in the air became thicker without knowing what.

The sky was getting dark and depressing.

The storm is coming.

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The second volume of "Burning Flames", please support me!

Chapter 2 The beast has come out

New World, Dressrosa.

The bullfighting arena that is being rebuilt is full of stones, and densely packed dark figures lie like ants in the ruins of the arena.

"Quick! Move!"

Slap!

The iron whip covered with thorns tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The iron whip fell on the backs of the hard laborers and slaves, and their flesh was torn apart and dripping with blood.

Under the scorching sun, the hard workers and slaves kneeling on the ground endured the scorching sun, and did not even dare to let out a muffled groan, moving the stones with difficulty.

The air bubbles in the surrounding river channel were densely agitated, and from time to time, black bettas with red eyes sprang out of the sea.

They are hungry for food.

"Move! Two days! Two days!"

"Master Diamanti has issued an order. If the bullfighting arena cannot be repaired within three days, all of you will be thrown into the sea to feed the fighting fish!"

A peripheral member of the Don Quixote family had a vicious smile on his face, waving a blood-stained iron whip in his hand, and shouted loudly.

The slaves lowered their heads even more, silent and numb.

They were holding stones and working, and the blood from their bodies continuously seeped into the ground of the arena.

The peripheral members of the Don Quixote family stood on a stone pier, watching the scene in front of them with satisfaction.

Well, being able to build their flesh and blood for the great and sacred bullfighting arena is the greatest honor of this kind of pariah in this life.

Dust billows,

The statue of the legendary sword fighter stood on the high platform covered in blood, with a sword in his hand, and looked at everything below with a determined face.

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royal palace.

Several figures knelt down on the cold, hard marble floor, looking up at the blond man sitting on the throne in admiration.

Doflamingo sat on the golden throne in a reclining posture, with his hands open, his head leaning back against the back of the chair, and a book covering his face.

"Dover, the bullfighting arena will be repaired within three days and can be put into use again."

A man with a fur-brimmed hat, two face lines on his face, and a red cloak dressed like an aboriginal tribe whispered.

Diamanti, one of the four top cadres of the Don Quixote family.Code-named "Cube", he leads the "Fighting Group" of the Don Quixote family.

"Well, well done, Diamanti, I'm relieved to entrust you with the business of the bullfighting arena."

Doflamingo took off the book covering his face, exhaled a long breath, leaned forward, crossed his fingers, put his arms on his knees, and smiled.

"No." Diamanti waved his hands modestly.

Doflamingo glanced at him,

"Since this is the case, why don't I change someone to manage the bullfighting arena."

Diamanti immediately straightened her body, and patted her chest hard, but because of the excessive force, her upper body "floated" softly.

"It's all due to me!"

"No one understands arena management better than me!"

Doflamingo then laughed with satisfaction:

"Heh heh heh...you are indeed my most trusted partner."

At this time, a soft and sticky figure suddenly stumbled in.

"That... that... Dover..."

Doflamingo kicked the snotty and wretched face in front of him who wanted to hug him with a volley, several veins bulged on his forehead, and said coldly:

"Torrebol, how many times have I said, don't get so close!"

Torrebol pulled out the paste-like body "shot" on the wall, grinned grinningly, showing a tooth missing a front tooth, and said slowly:

"That... Dover... the underground world is silent, and no one wants to take our business."

"The navy...it seems that they are very protective of that navy."

Doflamingo frowned.

He really didn't expect the navy's reaction to be so big this time.

If it was normal, he, Doflamingo, would come to him, and with his character of the Warring States Period, he would definitely settle down.

But what he never expected was that the black-armed Zefa, the former admiral of the navy, would show up!

If it weren't for Zefa's reputation in the army is too high, other navies would never dare to do such a thing.

What he didn't even expect was that that lunatic Sakaski actually made a move on him!

Block messages?

A playful sneer gradually formed on the corner of Doflamingo's mouth.

He took out a military phone bug from his pocket and dialed a certain signal.

"Blu, blu... blu, blu..."

It took a while before a head with steak smeared on its face and sunglasses appeared on the phone bug.

"Little Lord."

A low, dull voice came from the phone bug.

Doflamingo's sunglasses reflected the icy light, and said coldly:

"You know about that, don't you?"