In the world of pirates, you are crazy and yelling at others

(January 1500, 1 in the Haiyuan calendar)

Newspapers spread like wildfire.

The bloodline of the Pirate King disappeared, and people began to question whether the treasure Roger mentioned existed.

However, this cannot stop countless passionate men from exploring the sea and unknown areas. Those with a heart of adventure and freedom rush to the end of the sea.

Since then, the era of great pirates has officially begun.

People who are ready to move never stop.

-North Sea-

Doflamingo pinched the newspaper in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand crisscrossed and popped out. The newspaper covered his face.

A bloody black-and-white photo was posted on the newspaper's headline, and the headline "The son of the Pirate King fell, and the future king ended in Marinefando" stung his eyes.

"Na na Na Dover, is Aiganel really dead?" Torrebol shook the long staff in his hand and touched the ground again and again, his head shaking and twitching.

In the room, the people sitting quietly on the sofa held their breath and did not dare to look at the person on the main seat.

After Torebol finished asking, the scene instantly fell into dead silence.

He didn't dare to ask anymore.

Doflamingo's sharp eyes were darkened under his sunglasses, his face was so dark that it was about to drip with ink, and his rapid breathing was heavy, as if there was a big stone pressing on his heart, making him unable to breathe.

A violent aura emanated from his body, and countless threads appeared from behind him, crocheted together to form sharp awls, and stabbed upwards into the ceiling. The surrounding items were entangled in thin threads and were destroyed in an instant.

Along with the place where that person once lived, erase those traces that belong to her.

"Boom"

The entire house was destroyed from the inside out.

Debris fell.

"Silla——"

The newspaper was cut by sharp lines in an instant, torn into pieces, and fell in front of his eyes.

"Dead...dead!"

"Fuhahahahaha, how dare she betray me!"

"I hate people who lie the most! She still broke her promise."

His voice was tinged with ice, so cold that the people around him couldn't lift their heads, and his cruel and domineering attitude was rampant around, which was shocking.

Only the ruins of the small villa next to the port of Spidamariuz stood on the ground, and newspapers blown by the strong wind were spread on the ruins.

Doflamingo raised his head and looked at the sun on the sea level, grinning from ear to ear. The crystal water drops under his burgundy glasses fell down and disappeared.

The silk thread behind it extends infinitely towards the people walking on the street. "Puff" penetrates into the hearts of passers-by. Their expressions of joy and anger become distorted, and the fingers move, harvesting the lives of others.

He stood up from the well-preserved sofa. His tall body cast a small shadow on the ground. He lowered his head and looked down at the person kneeling in front of him, laughing wildly.

"Fufufufufufufu..."

"Go ahead and kill everyone here."

"The people here are no longer of use."

Now that everything is settled, now that the person who said he wanted to live can never come back.

Then let these poor bastards die together with the one who loves them.

"But what about those people in the factory?" Torebol asked, looking up at him cautiously.

If they were to kill them all, their industry would come to a standstill.

Doflamingo looked disgusted, "Let them stay in there forever. Do you still need me to give you an answer for such a trivial matter?" He then showed a cheerful smile, "We already have a better goal, this It doesn’t matter if you don’t want a bunch of rubbish.”

He left him lightly, and the murderous coldness was about to come out.

Torebol quickly lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Yes."

The cadres of the Don Quixote family had grim expressions, stood up, turned around, and walked in different directions.

Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere.

Doflamingo looked at the vast blue sky, and for a long time he touched his heart.

He murmured and asked: "It's good if the reins that pull the beast are broken, right?"

"I really like the things and people you brought to me."

"Sleep peacefully. I will definitely remember everything you have contributed to the family."

"Aganel."

—The Great Route, Nameless Summer Island—

A row of big men wearing shorts were basking in the sun under the coconut trees, drinking wine and enjoying themselves leisurely.

The barbecue bonfire burned out.

The man with the pineapple head sucked the pineapple juice and sighed happily, "Ah~ Dad, what do you think of this matter?"

The muscular man lying next to him, his beard stained with transparent drops of water, squinted his eyes and laughed: "I don't think much of her anymore. On the contrary, the people who make waves in the Western Sea are more worthy of our attention."

"That place left me with not very good memories."

His expression became slightly colder, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes burst out with a gloomy light.

The most serious injury on his body was from that time.

Marco turned his head calmly.

The newcomers next to him turned to look at him, very curious.

Whitebeard laughed a few times and started talking eloquently: "That was when I was still young..." After a pause, he raised his head and drank the wine, "It's better not to say it, there is no need."

The people who were listening in awe were all pouty in displeasure when he changed the subject.

"What, dad, it's very disappointing."

"These young people should listen to your deeds when you were young. After all, they were very powerful and domineering!"

"That's right, we have just boarded the ship, don't our family members need to know everything?"

"Ha~" Whitebeard took a sip of strong wine, raised a faint smile, and sighed: "No matter how much you care about the pain in the past, it is useless. Every ruthless character has unknown scars and unbearable pain. The past.”

The crew suddenly realized.

"Dad, do you have a woman outside...?"

The white-bearded man blew his beard and stared, the corners of his eyes twitching. He took another sip of wine and said faintly: "Well..."

The atmosphere of gossip gradually spreads, and it is full of interest.

"Explain it! Dad!"

"There must be quite a few women who are fascinated by you, right!?"

Whitebeard was silent.

—Wano Country, Queen of Bells—

"Dad, wuwuwu~ I don't want it, I'm scared~"

A little girl wearing a red and white skirt, her chubby hands tightly holding two long black beards, hanging on the chest of a burly man.

The long curly-haired man with a pair of horns on his head blew out two hot breaths and said in a stern tone: "Yamato, you can't be so weak. In the world of the strong, the weak will only be eliminated. Stop crying!"

The little girl who was yelled at had tears welling up in her eyes and bit her lips to prevent herself from making any sound.

"Daddy~" he shouted coquettishly.

Kaido's eyes widened, and snowflakes fell down and stuck to his eyelashes. He let out an angry and helpless snort, picked up the little girl's collar with one hand, and threw it to the white-haired young man who followed behind.

"It hurts!" Yamato exclaimed and rubbed the back of his head. The small red tentacles on the top of his head were somewhat reflective.

"Since you can't fight, then don't hinder him." The young man said lightly and held her in his arms.

In front, a thin man with tentacles on his head raised the knife in his hand and collided with Kaido's mace.

Snowflakes are falling.

"Kaido! Give me back my companion!" The man with the flaming hairstyle showed his fangs and stared at him fiercely.

Kaido sneered: "If you want to blame, blame you for being too weak."

"bang bang bang"

The sound of weapons clashing became more and more intense.

—Western Sea—

Somewhere in the shade on an island.

A group of young people raised their wine glasses and laughed heartily.

"The red-haired pirates!"

"Officially established!"

"Oh! Cheers!"

-East China Sea-

In a small town, a red-nosed boy was holding a newspaper in his hand and crying profusely.

"Ah! Xiao Ai!"

"Why are you dead?"

"Ah! My heart hurts so much!"

"Crack--" The whip fell.

"What are you doing! Come on stage and perform quickly. The audience can't wait. Do you want our circus' reputation to be discredited?"

The red nose sniffed, wiped away her tears, put on clown makeup, stuck out her tongue and grinned, put on a pure red cloak and stood behind the curtain.

"It's time for me to make a grand appearance!"

"In order to sacrifice my best friend, you all must die for me!"

-Windmill Village-

Alaya rolled her eyes as she looked at the cabin in front of her and the bandits kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Mr. Karp, you are too irresponsible, you just left us here!"

At this time, the man who boarded the warship sneezed and smiled mischievously.

Dude, fight with him?

Still early!

Dadan, Dadan, don’t blame me.

Throwing his coat of justice behind him, Garp straightened his back and shouted, "Hahaha! You guys are back at the Navy Headquarters!"

The warship leaves the port.

The fat aunt Dadan, who was kneeling on the ground and staring up at the aggressive little girl, immediately turned her back and stood up and said fiercely: "Little brat, this is not the place for you to come!"

"Swish"

A knife and a wolf's claw were placed on her neck, and two ghostly figures appeared.

Dadan's legs immediately went weak and he lowered his head to apologize:

"Wrong, wrong!"

"From today on, you are the boss here!"

"The mountain is yours to take charge of."