n, in your eyes, everything I've done seems like childish make-believe, rightDon't worry.Doflamingo let out a long sigh in his heart, but a smile still graced his face."The Black Hand of Behai, it's o...Doflamingo narrowed his eyes under the shade of his hat, seriously appraising this unwelcome guest.

That black-haired youth stood on the smoking rubble of the building, clapping his hands.

He stood tall and imposing, unlike anyone else. His short black hair and a wide white cloak billowed behind him in the wind, tinged with the smell of gunpowder.

Although he was a lowly wretch, the youth gave him the feeling of a tall, fierce and handsome beast, exuding an aristocratic air that only an elite could possess.

He had a warrior-like, profound face; the kind of person who would laugh out loud at their own pain.

Strong yet graceful,

Wild yet noble,

Cunning but ruthless.

This is a man whose gaze is always fixed on the distant horizon.

A playful smile graced his face.

Doflamingo knows that kind of smile.

He had flashed that same smile at his target countless times before.

A hunter's smile, playing with their prey like a cat toying with a mouse.

The moment this thought arose, Doflamingo suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to destroy welling up from the depths of his being.

A desire and fury that I couldn't control, to kill this man, no, to obliterate him completely!

How dare he look at me with those eyes!

That look, it was exactly like the one those five damned old men from the World Government gave me when I walked up the heavenly stairway with my father's head.

"Don Flamingo,"

"Navy!"

Torrebols reacted quickly. The moment he saw the military uniform on Darren, he confirmed his identity.

At that moment, Darren only felt a wave of killing intent surging in from all directions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Surrounding Donal were members of the Quixote family, all raising their long spears with menacing gazes fixed on the black-haired Marine. Hundreds of gun barrels converged upon him in an ominous display of force.

They are the Donquixote Pirates.

These petty navies, they never put us in their eyes!

"Hey hey hey, pulling out a gun without even talking it over"

At that moment, the naval colonel raised his hands in surrender and chuckled, "

Is this action... him surrendering

Torepol and the others saw Darren's gesture, their faces contorting into strange and ridiculous expressions.

But what followed next sent a shiver down their spines, an icy chill that began in their feet and shot straight up to their brains.

"I don't like being pointed at with a gun."

The Rear Admiral chuckled.

The members of the Don Quixote family were all taken aback.

Suddenly,

A formless force suddenly spread from the naval captain in front of them, they only felt their guns were suddenly enveloped by an irresistible power, uncontrollably flying out of their hands!

One could only see the gleaming steel spear hovering in mid-air, turning slightly. The tip of the spear was pointed directly at his own brow!

What kind of power is this!

The Don Quixote family's faces turned pale, the pistol had moved on its own!

They had never seen such strange power!

At the moment their brows were being pointed at by gun barrels, they instinctively raised their hands.

Click!

A spear floating in mid-air, its safety catch was inexplicably "automatically" disengaged!

Pull the trigger, little by little.

Such a terrifying scene,

Such a close distance,

Even made them smell the gunpowder in their own guns!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The entire street was deathly quiet, so silent that a pin could be heard dropping. Only the barely audible "click" of hundreds of flintlock triggers being pulled echoed through the stillness.

A powerful and overwhelming sense of deathly fear instantly flooded their brains, turning the faces of each one of them ashen.

Someone made a sound of throat-clearing and swallowing.

"Well, at least this way everyone surrendered. I bet that guy, Polusalino, would love this scene."

Darren, seeing the once-boisterous pirates raise their hands in fear, pale as ghosts under his gunpoint, couldn't help but make a snarky remark.

He turned his head to look at the blonde little imp,

"Hey, Doflamingo, I'd like to talk to you."

Darren initially just wanted to come over and beat up Doflamingo, that sick blonde little devil. He also wanted to take advantage of the situation.

If you're feeling down, just beat him up and get rid of it.

Feeling good... Well, let's give him a good beating then.

I could single-handedly wipe out the entire Don Quixote family without a trace, and no one in the world would ever know, not even the World Government.

As for Doflamingo's claim of the Celestial Dragon bloodline

Darren wouldn't care at all.

This, the incident with Silvers Rayleigh, has proven that even Celestial Dragons have a price on their heads.

But Doflamingo's words just now changed his mind.

Don Flamingo is a twisted, destructive madman, that much is true. But he's more cunning and shrewd than your average lunatic, with a far grander vision.

He is unlike those pirates who only understand destruction and plunder.

He can restrain his desires for his own ambition.

Such a person, even if they are enemies, is worthy of Darren's respect.

And most importantly,

Doflamingo's former status as a Celestial Dragon, combined with his skills and abilities, could be very useful if controlled properly.

If he could be controlled, a lot of things would be easier for me in the future.

Even the World Government wouldn't dare to cause trouble for me, let alone my faction.

“Let’s chat”

Doflamingo let out a chilling chuckle, as if he had just heard the most absurd joke.

"Har har har har har... There's nothing to be said between pirates and the Marines."

"That's not necessarily so, I'm no ordinary sailor."

Darren shrugged nonchalantly and said with interest,

"But I don't want to talk to you at all!"

Doflamingo's smile suddenly became ferocious and twisted. His sunglasses flashed with a cold light, and he abruptly raised his hand, slamming it down towards Daren in the air!

Grinning wickedly:

"... I just want to kill you!"

Hmph!!

The air suddenly tore open with a sharp, explosive roar.

Through the void, an intangible blade seemed to sweep across, cleaving everything in its path.

The walls of the two buildings in front suddenly appeared with a long, thin slit. Then, the upper half of each building collapsed along the smooth, sloping cut with a deafening roar.

Clang!!

A crisp sound rang out.

Doflamingo's pupils constricted.

Only the black-haired navy's chest, his uniform had been slashed open.

A nearly transparent, sharp thread plunged into his chest skin, but it met with sparks of metal friction, unable to penetrate even an inch!

"Impossible!!"

Thorebol and the other dryads stared in disbelief, their faces pale with shock.

Although the young master is still very young, under the blessing of his astonishing talent, he has already developed the abilities of the Line-Line Fruit to perfection.

That kind of sharp thread could kill without a trace.

Not to mention mere flesh and blood, even buildings and rocks could be cut with ease!

When he unleashed his full power, the young master even split a pirate ship in half right on the open sea!!

But now...

The young master's thread-thread fruit ability, it can't even cut through this marine's body!

What kind of monster is this!

"Stringy fruit Too bad you haven't mastered the aura yet…"

Darren lowered his head and looked at the sharp wire wedged between his muscles. He suddenly smiled.

With his current physique, aside from a swordsman's strike, any attack lacking the encirclement of armament Haki would be basically unable to inflict any damage upon him.

Doflamingo is only twelve or thirteen years old, still growing. To achieve this at his age, his talent already surpasses most geniuses on this sea.

In the midst of the stares from the Don Quixote family,

Darren extended a finger, hooking onto the thread caught on his chest. He gave it a seemingly casual tug.

Doflamingo's face changed slightly.

The thread connecting to his finger sent a wave of terrifying power that was impossible to resist.

His body was dragged by the silk thread, flying backwards from its original position, and shot rapidly towards Darren.

"If you dare to draw your gun, you should be prepared to die."

Doflamingo, who was dragged over by him, looked at Darren and smiled.

Slap!

He snapped his fingers.

Then,

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

The sound of gunfire, interspersed with the patter of rain, echoed continuously through the streets.

Those rows of rifles suspended in mid-air, their triggers pulled simultaneously.

Bloodied flowers blossomed on the foreheads of the members of the Don Quixote family.

They tilted their heads back, falling like dominoes.

And at this moment…

Doflamingo had already been dragged to three meters in front of Darren.

Through his sunglasses,

Reflected on the faces of the navy men was a cold, cruel smile.

...getting closer...

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