e, gazing innocently at the man in front of her wearing a glass helmet. Her tender little hand held high a vibrant red rose."Uncle, would you like to buy flowers"Time seemed to stand still at this mom...A crumpled newspaper flutters gently to the ground.

The wind blowing in from outside billowed the curtains, making them dance and swirl, creating wrinkles.

Don Flamingo leaned against a soft leather sofa, his palm covering his forehead as he sat quietly in the breeze.

"Ha ha ha ha ha…"

The corners of his mouth gradually rose, and a low chuckle grew louder.

"Crazy… a real crazy person…"

"The Pirate King, Buggy the Clown, has really been taken down!! hahahahahahaha!!!"

Thinking back on that powerful pirate, who crushed everyone like a god, being killed so casually in the North Sea, Doflamingo felt an absurdity beyond words. He laughed until his whole body trembled.

Not far from the family council hall, Torepol and others were also stunned, staring at the newspaper in their hands, their faces filled with disbelief.

"How do you like it"

A low, smiling voice came closer from afar.

Upon hearing this voice, Torepol and the others were jolted, a shiver running down their spines.

A deafening roar approached at an alarming speed. A towering figure riding a silver metal skateboard descended from the sky, landing with a surefooted grace.

The wide mantle of justice billowed behind him, its flowing metallic skateboard quickly melting and changing shape, solidifying into a metal gauntlet on the man's wrist.

"I never would have expected this… Father."

Doflamingo watched the black-haired Marine approaching step by step, and smiled.

Darren walked before Doflamingo, condescendingly looking down at him, extending his left hand, and smiling faintly:

"You are my pupil...Doflamingo."

"Remember this always, anyone who offends you will get what they deserve."

His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

"Remember, it could be anyone."

Doflamingo was taken aback for a moment.

Facing the navy officer's arrogant and piercing gaze, he fell silent for a moment before kneeling on one knee, bending his head low, and lightly kissing the back of the man's hand.

Thank you, Godfather.

Darren smiled contentedly.

"Get up, have there been any changes in the underground world recently"

Doflamingo slowly stood up and said in a low voice:

There haven't been too many changes. Under the Godfather's protection, the Don Quixote family has taken complete control of most of the industries in the North Sea underworld.

As for the Grand Line, many trading routes and maritime junctions have already been established. It is believed that it will not be long before the Jolly Roger flies proudly over the waters of the Grand Line.

"Well, pay attention to the expansion speed. The Grand Line isn't the North Sea. Being too hasty can easily lead to pressure from the navy."

Darren reminded, as if hinting at something.

Doflamingo was taken aback and nodded deeply.

Indeed, the rapid expansion of the Don Quixote family's influence could easily attract unnecessary attention.

He can be so unrestrained in Behai because of Darren, the rightful "King of the North Sea," who protects him.

The Grand Line is unlike anything else, with powerful branches designated as "G" and the formidable Marine Headquarters teeming with strong individuals. The current Donquixote Family simply wouldn't stand a chance against them.

For the base commanders of each division along the Great Passage, the strength of their divisional lieutenant generals was like crushing a Don Quixote family - it made no difference compared to squashing an ant.

"Be patient for a while, Doflamingo..."

Darren reached up and ruffled Doflamingo's hair, smiling.

Doflamingo hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Father, when will you go to the Vatican for training"

"There are less than a week left, I will leave two days in advance."

Darren wanted to glance back at Torebol and the others, but those fellows had already vanished without a trace.

Before I leave, there's something I want you to do for me.

Doflamingo lowered his head, his sunglasses obscuring the shadows in his eyes.

"Speak, Godfather."

"Bonnie Waldo died in the North Sea, and I need you to use every means and resource at your disposal to find any clues about the Momo Fruit, in the underworld, no, both the black and white worlds."

Darren lit a cigar, the hazy smoke swirling around his deeply sculpted face.

Once a lead is found, you can use any means necessary, at any cost, to seize the Momo fruit.

Momo fruit!

Doflamingo was shocked, but his face remained impassive.

He had personally faced the ferocity of Bandy Waldo, so he was naturally very curious about that Momo fruit which could double speed and size.

He glanced at Darren imperceptibly.

Could it be... that Daron's plan from the beginning was to target Momo's Devil Fruit!

As you wish, Father.

Doflamingo bowed his head.

Well, then I'll leave this to you.

Darren said that, and turned to walk out.

The metal gauntlet on his wrist twisted and stretched like a living thing, transforming into a streamlined silver skateboard that hovered at his feet.

Darren stepped onto his skateboard.

Just when Doflamingo thought he was about to leave and let out a sigh of relief, Daren suddenly turned his head back, making Doflamingo's heart skip a beat.

"Doflamingo..."

"Speak, Father."

Doflamingo's heart hammered in his chest.

Darren smiled, watching Doflamingo's submissive posture as he bowed his head.

"From now on, the North Sea is yours."

"I have high expectations for you, don't let me down...okay"

Doflamingo bowed respectfully:

"Godfather, please be assured."

"Well, if you can't get in touch with me, contact Flying Squirrel. He will be taking over my position as the new Admiral of the North Sea Fleet."

Darren threw out the words, then looked away.

The magnetic field surged suddenly, propelling the metallic skateboard beneath his feet. He shot forward with a roar, his figure vanishing quickly into the clouds in the distance.

A raging wind swept through the hall of meeting, sending papers flying everywhere in a chaotic dance, curtains billowing wildly.

Doflamingo knelt on one knee, panting heavily. A fine layer of sweat had formed on his forehead at some point.

"Doflamingo... are you alright"

What the heck does that jerk want with you

"...."

Torebol and his companions crept in through the side door of the council chamber, glancing about nervously. After making sure the naval admiral had left, they finally spoke.

"He...made me find a Devil Fruit."

Doflamingo took a deep breath and stood up, propping himself up on his knees.

He flicked a cigarette onto the table and lit it with a trembling hand. He took several harsh drags, his eyes bloodshot.

"That guy... he's gotten stronger..."

Doflamingo recalled the pressure in Darrren's last gaze, his face pale as he hissed.

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