Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

A deserted island.

Doflamingo woke up from a serious injury and coma, his fingers trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes with difficulty, and then suddenly woke up.

He subconsciously touched his face with both hands, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the sunglasses were still on.

"Awake?"

A low, smiling voice sounded from the side.

Doflamingo endured the burning pain all over his body, and sat up from the ground with difficulty, panting with cold sweat.

He noticed that the tragic injury on his body caused by Scorchba Jabba had been simply treated, and the bleeding had stopped at this time.

"Godfather..."

Doflamingo turned his head to look at the man sitting on a reef next to him smoking a cigar, his eyes were extremely complicated.

The vice admiral was naked from the waist up, revealing a crisscross pattern of old and new scars. His strong muscles were full of wild impact under the sunlight.

He was covered in blood and left his wounds exposed. Even though he was no longer bleeding, the deep scars that could be seen through the bones made Doflamingo's eyelids twitch.

His injuries were obviously more serious than his own, but he seemed to be fine... He was simply a monster.

"Where are we?"

Doflamingo looked around.

They were on the coast of an island, with golden sand, blue sea, warm sunshine and cool sea breeze, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"It doesn't matter."

Darren smiled and turned to look at his useless godson.

"How do you feel?"

How... do you feel?

Doflamingo clenched his fist and answered subconsciously:

"The injury is serious, but it won't cost him his life. He will probably be able to recover after resting for half a month."

"No, I mean..."

Darren looked at him deeply and said with interest:

"How do you feel about the battle with Scorba Jabba?"

Doflamingo was stunned.

Looking at Darren's meaningful smile, he calmed down and carefully felt his physical condition.

After a few seconds, he seemed to realize something, his eyes under the sunglasses widened slightly, and his pupils contracted.

"The control of domineering and devil fruits... seems to have become stronger..."

He murmured in disbelief.

Darren smiled with satisfaction.

"Now you should understand, right?"

Doflamingo was struck by lightning and stared at the vice admiral in disbelief.

Could it be that...he asked him to be the opponent of Scorba Jabba not to let him die, but to make himself stronger! ?

This guy... is he really that kind?

"Don't look at me like that, Dover."

Darren smiled and shook his head, exhaling a dragon-like smoke from his mouth.

"As your godfather, I have high expectations for you."

He glanced at Doflamingo casually,

"On the contrary, you, a stinky boy, are always vigilant and wary of me."

"But I can understand it, and I also agree with your approach."

"It is a good habit for people living on this sea to always be vigilant... People don't always win, but as long as they are careful and cautious enough, they won't always lose."

"Whether you hate me or even want to kill me, I don't care. On the contrary, I am very much looking forward to it."

Doflamingo pursed his cracked lips and clenched his fists secretly.

"I dare not."

He gritted his teeth.

However, the next sentence Darren said made him stunned.

"No, you must dare."

Darren laughed wantonly.

"Hatred may not be a good emotion, but it is definitely a good motivation to spur people to progress."

"Whatever hatred you have for the Celestial Dragons, whatever hatred you have for the World Government, it is not as direct as hatred for me."

He stood up slowly, and his tall, bloody figure stood in front of the young Celestial Dragon boy.

The sun shone down, like a bright golden glow, making the figure of the Navy Vice Admiral look taller, more magnificent, and indestructible.

In Doflamingo's horrified eyes, the tragic, mottled, and hideous wounds on Darren's body began to stop bleeding, heal, and scab at a slow speed visible to the naked eye!

"Keep trying to get stronger, Dov."

Darren looked at the dull-looking blond kid in front of him with a gentle smile.

"Keep getting stronger despite the ambition to kill me."

"Remember, you are a natural king... No one else should or should be afraid of you except me, your godfather."

"Skba Jabba, Pluto Rayleigh, Whitebeard"Edward Newgate, BIG MOM Charlotte Linlin, even Kaido the Beast... No one is qualified to make you surrender."

Under the sun, on the beach, the waves howled.

The admiral bent down, making his eyes level with the boy in front of him, gently stretched out his hand to rub the latter's golden hair, and smiled brightly:

"Get it?"

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New World.

On a certain route, a slave trading ship was slowly sailing on the sea, heading towards the holy land of Marijoa.

Bloody, rotten black iron cages were piled up on the deck in a mess, and from time to time there were the angry curses of slave traders whipping their whips, and the groans of pain.

"Hahahaha, the quality of this batch of slaves is good, and there are three fishmen among them. "

The slave trader with a face full of filth looked at the bloody figures in the cages, and looked at the hateful and angry eyes, and a greedy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, don't hit so hard, or you will lose money if you kill them."

"This is a toy that the nobles finally caught."

The slave trader stroked the gem rings on his fingers and sneered.

Thinking of his trading partner this time, he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

That is the god who has all the power in the world!

As long as he serves the Celestial Dragons comfortably, he will have no problem getting anything he wants in the future!

Just when he was having a beautiful fantasy, there was a sudden violent collision from the merchant ship under his feet.

Bang!

The deck shook violently, the crew and guards staggered, and the cages collided with each other and made a sharp buzzing sound.

"What happened! ?"

"Is it a sea king? "

"No, I didn't see it! !"

"Wait... what is that! ?"

Screams came from all over the deck, and the slave trader stumbled to the side of the ship, holding the railing with both hands, staring at a red figure swimming at high speed under the sea, his eyes gradually widening.

A trace of fear appeared in his pupils.

Before he could react,

Swish!!

A torrent suddenly shot out from the sea, like a roaring arrow... and pierced his throat directly!

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