Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

What is the most important thing about raising a wild wolf?

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

Should we allow it to kill unruly and maintain its ferocity?

Or give it a clear enough target to train its hunting abilities?

All of the above, but not quite.

The most important thing when raising a wild wolf is to completely dominate it and torture it constantly, so that this posture of submission is deeply engraved in the depths of its brain like a mark, becoming a habit and instinct.

Let it always remember who is its true owner.

That's the most important thing.

Looking at the Draco boy in front of him who bent down to kiss the back of his hand, Darren smiled with satisfaction.

Very good, he is indeed my godson.

He rubbed Doflamingo's short golden hair affectionately, let him stand beside him, and took his hand step by step out of the domed hall where blood was everywhere.

Outside the old villa.

Seeing their arrogant and rebellious young master being pulled out by the black-haired marine like a real child, everyone in the menacing Don Quixote family was shocked and froze in place. Like falling into a dream.

Dover...are these your subordinates?

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. They are considered elite in Beihai.

There's just something wrong...

Doflamingo whispered:

Godfather, what do you mean?

Darren's lips curled up into a sneer,

You are my godson and a born king. You must remember one thing...

His eyes flashed.

Except for me, anyone who sees you must kneel down and bow!

As soon as the words fell, a majestic aura like an abyss and a mountain erupted from the body of the naval colonel, spurting out indiscriminately and spreading in all directions.

The world seemed to have fallen into deathly silence at this moment, and all the colors quickly faded away, leaving only black and white.

The wind is strong and the wind is blowing.

All the members of the Don Quixote family, headed by the four cadres Torebol, Diamanti, Vergo, and Pica, were struck by this abyss-like aura, and their pupils trembled violently. .

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

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

Countless weapons fell from their hands, falling to the ground like dense raindrops, making crisp sounds one after another.

The four of Torebol knelt on one knee, gritting their teeth, their faces extremely pale.

They looked at the domineering Admiral Beihai with horrified faces, and an unbelievable thought suddenly came to their minds...

This strong impact from the soul is like the shock of facing thousands of troops and the roar of the sea...

——This man’s courage has become significantly stronger than last time! !

The changes in the world seem to sweep across the entire North Sea.

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

Standing next to Darren, Doflamingo gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with dense bloodshot eyes, his expression changing, as if he was suppressing something.

The domineering and domineering spirit in my heart is ready to move, but it is obviously suppressed!

Dover, I'll wait for you at the Grand Channel.

Darren turned his head and narrowed his eyes at his godson, smiling.

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

Doflamingo lowered his head, with suppressed ambition and coldness hidden deep in his bloodshot eyes, and said respectfully:

Yes, Godfather.

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In September of the year 1492, under the orders of Rogers Darren, the supreme commander of the North Sea Navy and North Sea Admiral, the North Sea Navy Fleet carried out a bloody suppression and purge of more than 20 well-known mafia families in the North Sea.

This action completely ended the chaos that had been rampant and rampant among underground forces in the North Sea for decades or even centuries.

Within a week of this action, the Don Quixote family, headed by Doflamingo, effortlessly took over the entire underground world of the North Sea. Their power continued to expand, and soon thereafter they developed into an insurmountable force. An underestimated behemoth.

Its industries cover arms smuggling, customs, gambling, espionage, intelligence sales and other industries, and its tentacles even extend to other sea areas and even the great waterway.

Beihai also began to spread a saying:

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

Since then, the world has recognized the chaos of the North Sea and entered a stable and peaceful order.

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You are really a lunatic. You let yourself have such freedom... Aren't you afraid that one day you will be unable to curb Doflamingo's ambition and you will be stabbed in the back by him?

Beihai 321 Naval Branch, Base Commander's Office.

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

The document in hand clearly shows the news caused by the Quixote family's annexation of major mafia properties in recent days.

The scale of the industry, the number of people, the countries and towns involved... all kinds of information are clearly listed.

He didn't dare.

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

The flying squirrel frowned:

Are you sure? That kid doesn't seem to be a law-abiding person.

Darren slowly came back to his senses, looked at the flying squirrel, and said with a smile:

It's precisely because I know he won't keep to himself that I feel relieved.

The truly dangerous enemies are often not such ambitious brats, but those seemingly inconspicuous guys who hide their conspiracies in their hearts.

Doflamingo is a very talented guy. I need him to help me stabilize the situation in Beihai. The greater his power, the more benefits it will bring to us.

With his identity as a Celestial Dragon as a barrier, the Navy Headquarters, no, even the World Government will be wary of interfering in Beihai's affairs.

The flying squirrel muttered:

Of course I understand this, but I have seen that guy, and I can tell that the way he looks at you is wrong...

What I'm worried about is that after you leave Beihai, will he...

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

Do you know the spirit of a king?

It is said that only millions of people can give birth to one person's aura...is it the domineering aura of a king?

That's right.

Darren smiled and said:

Doflamingo is the awakened one with overlord color and domineering energy. This is why I chose him.

There seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes.

Strength in strength, speed in speed, size in power, status... are all secondary.

In this ocean, what really determines the final outcome...is courage.

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

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