Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Chapter 153 Darren’s Justice

Guide...my practice?

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed when he heard this.

A strange emotion gradually floated upward from his eyes.

Is this guy serious?

The monster of the Navy Headquarters... who killed the World Destroyer Bondi Waldo and annihilated the Beast Pirates' headquarters, does he really want to guide his own training?

Doflamingo's first thought was that this guy had no good intentions.

Although the relationship between the two is nominally godfather and godson, and with the support of the North Sea Fleet, the Don Quixote family is developing rapidly and expanding crazily at a speed that even shocks him.

But Doflamingo knew very well that a ruthless guy like Darren didn't trust him at all.

That day, Flying Squirrel used several warships armed to the teeth to blockade the entire Lubek Island, which is the best proof.

He knew very well that if something unexpected happened to Darren in the New World, 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 doesn't trust Darren either.

The two maintain a seemingly harmonious relationship, taking advantage of each other in this game of intrigue.

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

Are you sure, my godfather?

Darren smiled and said:

Of course, what could be more gratifying for a father than to watch his son continue to become stronger and grow up?

Doflamingo took a deep breath, and sudden veins suddenly appeared on the backs of his hands.

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

The sound of evil laughter echoed in the empty resident hall.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Then I'm not welcome, Lord Godfather!!!

Uh-huh! !

In an instant,

It was as if countless invisible sharp swords tore through the air, and the silk cracked and exploded one after another.

Soundless and breathless,

Slender cuts appeared on the ceiling, floor, and walls of the resident hall.

The coffee table between the two of them suddenly fell apart, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror.

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

…

ten minutes later.

The entire resident hall has become a mess.

Countless cuts were all over the walls and floors like scratches. Wine cabinets, wine glasses, coffee tables, desks... not a single piece of furniture remained intact.

Torebol and the others looked at the man standing in the ruins lighting a cigar with shock and horror, and their hearts were filled with huge waves.

call……

Darren blew out a puff of smoke, looked at his godson who was kneeling on one knee and panting in front of him with a smile, and said with a smile:

Do you understand now?

Your Devil Fruit abilities have been developed well, but your timing of attacks is not ruthless enough.

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

That's the root of it all.

In addition, you should spend more time to master the melee fighting skills I just taught you.

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

Doflamingo knelt there with a pale face, beads of sweat on his forehead, chapped lips, a dazed look in his eyes... and deep shock.

too strong……

Even if he tried every means, he couldn't do anything to Daren.

He thought that his hard work during this period of time would narrow the gap between himself and this man.

But no.

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

What made him unbelievable the most was——

Darren is actually coaching me!

The dismantling of each move, the practice method of the Sixth Form of the Navy, the understanding of the development of the fruits of the line, the grasp of the timing of the attack...

With insights as precise and sharp as a scalpel, Doflamingo's understanding of his own practice actually gave rise to a sense of enlightenment that cleared the clouds and revealed the sun.

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

Thank you, Godfather, for your guidance.

Darren smiled.

Doflamingo's past practice was all about crossing the river by feeling the stones, and there was no systematic way of practice.

The Torebol and others around him are even more crooked.

Although they were loyal to Doflamingo, there was not much they could actually do to help him.

With Darren's vision and experience, it couldn't be easier to guide the current Doflamingo.

In the original plot, Doflamingo's combat power was limited to that of the imperial deputy, and he even lost to Wang Lufei in the end, largely because he lacked a qualified teacher.

Kaido of the Beasts might have been able to hold this position, but Doflamingo had no choice but to choose cooperation instead of confrontation, so he could only stop at that level in the end.

But it's different now.

Under his guidance and persuasion, the young and unruly flamingo in front of him might soar into the sky, spread out 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, Dover...

He turned his head, looking deeply through the glass window at the endless sea in the distance.

The swaying smoke of the cigar blurred the cold and profound lines of his face.

Compared to the wonderful and great waterways, this mere North Sea is really too small.

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

At that time, the whole world will not be able to stop us!

Doflamingo couldn't help but feel a blazing fire of ambition igniting in his heart as he listened to these exciting words.

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

Darren looked away, smiled and patted his shoulder.

Go ahead, they're still waiting for you to show up.

Doflamingo slowly stood up.

He looked at Darren's back as he turned around and was about to leave. The courage welled up from nowhere in his heart, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

Darren! Why are you helping me?

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

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

As soon as these words came out, Torebol and others felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

They all gasped.

Darren's steps paused.

He turned his head and smiled brightly at Doflamingo:

Very well, just keep your desire to kill me...

Hate is often the best motivation to become stronger. It doesn't matter whether the target of this hatred is me, the World Government, or even the Heavenly Dragons and the Five Old Stars...

As for why I want to help you...

Darren blinked.

Do you know what 'justice' I believe in?

Doflamingo was startled.

What is it?

The corners of Darren's mouth curved into an unscrupulous arc little by little.

Because I thought it would be fun.

Isn't it interesting that an abandoned prince, burdened with a blood feud, takes revenge on his noble clansmen?

Finally... happy birthday to you, Dover, my godson.

Darren said one last thing with a smile, and then disappeared from the spot.

Doflamingo was left standing there, motionless.

After a long, long time,