ise killing machine.Everywhere he went, those clones with physiques multiple times stronger than ordinary people were unable to withstand his monstrous physique and ferocious close-combat skills for e...North Sea.

Rügen Island.

The sky was overcast and gloomy.

Bang bang bang....

Boom...

Gunfire echoed incessantly through the town, as hundreds upon hundreds of figures engaged in a frenzied battle on the streets.

The civilians screamed in terror, scrambling for cover and crying out helplessly.

Buildings ignited into raging infernos under the barrage of gunfire, collapsing with thunderous roars.

The scorching flames transformed into massive, fiery crimson wings, licking at the belly of the sky.

"Damn the Don Quixote family!! Rubek Island is our Phelps family's territory!!"

You crossed the line!!

A man wearing a newsboy cap, a black coat, and a suit charged at the pirate who had just rushed forward and slit his throat with a roar of fury.

His face was splattered with the blood of the pirates, his white shirt stained crimson. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, were fixed on the golden-haired little devil in the distance.

About eleven or twelve years old, he was only about four feet tall. He had short golden hair, wore a pair of sunglasses, and a white shirt with shorts.

Mingming was just a young boy, barely out of diapers, but his face wore a crazed and cruel smile that even the head of their own gang family feared.

Donquixote Doflamingo!

A wicked, heartless little demon appeared out of nowhere.

Relying on his formidable strength, Don Quixote led his family to create havoc in the North Sea as soon as they arrived. They brutally eliminated several well-known mafia families from nearby islands and absorbed all their territories. By recruiting troops and buying weapons, their power expanded at an astonishing rate.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

Doflamingo heard Phil's words and laughed as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, covering his abdomen and laughing hysterically.

Even some of the Sancho Panza relatives standing beside him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Torbel, covered in slime from head to toe, holding a walking stick in his hand, with two streaks of snot hanging from his nostrils,

Like a steel tower standing there, Pika with muscles bulging all over;

Diamandi, dressed like an Indian native, with colorful paint on her face;

...with a steak still clinging to his face and a wooden expression, Virgil.

"Out of bounds"

Donquixote Doflamingo laughed arrogantly, a confident and unconcerned expression on his face. His tone was exaggerated as he said:

"No, no, no, I didn't cross the line."

Phil watched in growing anxiety as his family members, howling and falling around him.

The power of the Don Quixote family, after this period of recruiting soldiers and buying horses, had far surpassed that of the Phils family in both the individual strength of its members and the configuration of their weaponry.

If this continues, in less than ten minutes they will be wiped out by the entire Don Quixote family!

He clenched his blood-stained katana, gritting his teeth fiercely:

"The territory of the gangs is clearly defined, and they maintain a stable relationship with each other, never crossing boundaries... This is the rule in Beihai!"

Doflamingo grinned savagely:

"No, you still don't understand what I mean."

"So-called rules are the constraints imposed by the strong on the weak, a cage to imprison the incompetent, mediocre, useless and trash!"

"I did not cross the line..."

He stuck out his tongue to lick his cracked lips, spread his arms wide, and laughed cruelly, looking up at the sky.

"Because... the entire North Sea is mine!"

The rules of this world mean nothing to me, Doflamingo!

With his booming laughter, hundreds of members of the Don Quixote family also burst into sinister grins, brandishing their spears, cannons, axes, and swords, like a pack of ravenous beasts, surging into the crowd of the Phils family.

Suddenly, swords clashed and blood splattered.

A striking and deep crimson, slowly bloomed on the once bustling and vibrant street.

"You're asking for death!!" Feils glared with eyes bulging, his anger erupting into a furious shout.

With a stomp of his foot, the ground shattered, and in a flash, his figure crossed dozens of meters in an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he stood before that arrogant blonde imp.

A blood-stained long sword gripped tightly in both hands, slashed powerfully towards Doflamingo's face!

The explosive force was immense, even the trail of the blade cutting through the air left behind white ripples.

A flash of murderous intent passed through Phil's eyes.

He could even foresee it now, this clueless blonde brat right in front of him... his brain would be split in two under his blade!

However, just as the longsword was about to fall, Phil's pupils suddenly constricted.

He saw a sneer.

From Doflamingo's face, and the faces of his subordinates...they all wore a cat-and-mouse teasing smile.

Clang!!

A brilliant streak of Mars suddenly flared before his eyes, and Phil's bloodshot pupils trembled violently. An expression of disbelief washed over his face.

...her own blade...stopped just three centimeters from Doflamingo's forehead, unable to strike any further!

It felt like something invisible in the void was blocking my blade with all its might.

The impact of the collision, even emitting a sharp and piercing sound like the clash of swords.

"This... how is this possible..."

Phil's throat bobbed, dryly. "

Looking at the golden-haired imp's enigmatic smile, his heart suddenly pounded in his chest.

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping me tightly.

"Hehehehehe... Really no motivation at all..."

Doflamingo let out a chilling cackle, his fingers twitching like claws.

Phil's pupils constricted to pinpoints.

The whoosh of the blade slicing through the air rang out abruptly.

The moment the sound of shattering air erupted, his chest felt as if it had been sliced open by an invisible blade, exploding with a spray of blood.

Tut tut!

Boiling blood spurted from the wound, deep enough to be seen to the bone, splashing onto Doflamingo's face, making his youthful and arrogant features appear ferocious and terrifying like a demon.

Phil's face slowly turned pale and he collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed out, spreading beneath him and forming a shocking pool of crimson.

"You... crossed the line... Darren... The Navy... won't let you go..." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The dim sunlight was obscured by a visage of fury and distortion, leaving Phil with only shadow in his sight.

Cold, dark, bloody, twisted shadows.

"Navy"

Doflamingo looked down condescendingly at the head of the Blackbeard Pirates, standing before him on Rubeck Island, and sneered:

"I'm really looking forward to it..."

As his voice trailed off, Doflamingo slowly raised his foot.

The pointed shoe... came down hard on Phil's skull!

Bang!

A dull roar echoed, and Phil's head felt like a watermelon had exploded inside it, a messy mix of red and white, like a bowl of jelly.

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As for all, gratitude beyond measure. enoughAt this point, even Darren couldn't stand it anymore. He sighed helplessly and broke the ice:"Thank you, sir.""We all love these gifts. Please tell King Adis, the North Sea Navy is deeply grate...