lp but take two steps back."Darren, what do you want to do!""What do I want to do... that's a really good question..."Darren smiled, feigning thought for a second, and winked at Serilda.What do you th...Leaving the dimly lit hall, Darren re-lit a cigar and stretched with a long yawn.

In the dilapidated courtyard, dead ivy sprawls around the collapsed fountain.

The night was desolate, the moonlight cold and pale.

The silhouette of a flying squirrel stood in the shadow on the wall, motionless and silent, as if merging with the surrounding buildings.

For a full hour, he didn't move an inch, not shifting his weight. His face was cold and resolute. Darren felt like he wasn't even breathing, standing there like a statue.

"You've worked hard."

A unique warmth flowed through Darren's heart, and he smiled and spoke.

The North Sea is a very dangerous sea area.

He still clearly remembered how chaotic this sea area was when he first crossed over.

The Mafia ran rampant in the town and on the streets, with weeping civilians trembling at street corners. Meanwhile, the kingdom's nobles were clinking glasses at a lavish banquet.

There is no basic trust between people, there is only trickery, deception, betrayal... On the surface, they call you brother and flatter you with gifts, but behind your back they will harm you.

Darren, who struggles to climb the path of power, has long forgotten how many people's blood his hands are stained with.

His enemies always outnumbered his friends.

Even now, he practically rules the North Sea, but he still lives with caution every day.

But in such an environment, having a trustworthy and reliable deputy by your side is truly fortunate.

The flying squirrel emerged slowly from the shadows, a half-hearted smile playing on its lips.

"You're heartless, that was just a 12-year-old kid."

He naturally heard Daren's "cpU" to Doflamingo in the hall.

Darren spread his hands and said:

Even the youngest wolf can easily tear open a man's throat.

"Don't forget he killed his own father at the age of 10 and awakened Conqueror's Haki."

The flying squirrel also fell silent after hearing this.

He glanced at the chip Darren was fiddling with in his hand, and with some anxiety, he cast a look at the gloomy hall, asking:

"Aren't you afraid he'll stab you in the back"

"He wouldn't dare, he has no evidence, and nobody would believe him anyway." Darren smiled. "Besides, I'm his godfather now…"

The flying squirrel rolled its eyes.

When the father dies, the son laughs. This actually happened to Donquixote Doflamingo.

But he also knew Darren's temper.

This ambitious North Sea supreme commander had a wild streak running through his veins.

He enjoys the feeling of being on a tightrope high above the ground, in that heart-stoppingly dangerous situation.

Only in moments of such suffocating tension, where your heart seems to stop beating, can he truly feel alive.

"By the way, has this matter been kept under wraps"

Darren seemed to remember something and suddenly asked.

The flying squirrel nodded solemnly.

"At that time, a perimeter had already been established, and the civilians had been fully evacuated. Even the Beihai Navy who accompanied us out to sea didn't know the specifics... They only knew it was a mission to eradicate pirates."

Darren smiled.

"That's good, let's see how long we can keep it hidden."

We should also be heading back now, if I'm not mistaken, we have a date with Vince Smok Gatch tomorrow

The flying squirrel said in a low voice:

"Yes, the first batch of high-tech weaponry samples from Germa have been manufactured. They need you to go there in person to take a look and conduct the initial test."

The specific meeting location is pending Vince Smoak Gatch's response.

Darren nodded and set off.

A wide, righteous cloak billowed wildly behind him.

"Very good, this way our Beihai fleet plan officially begins."

Under the night sky, his eyes were brighter than the stars.

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In the dim hall.

Dust-covered glass windows on the ceiling cast a cold, piercing moonlight onto Doflamingo's body like a silver shower.

The wall lamp was still flickering stubbornly, casting dancing shadows in the light.

A golden-haired boy sat on a soft sofa, holding a burnt cigar in his hand. He leaned back with his eyes fixed unfocusingly on the high ceiling.

"Doflamingo…"

"Master..."

After an unknown amount of time, the four Toberpole slowly awoke from their coma.

They first glanced around in terror, and after finding no trace of the sailor, they let out a long sigh of relief.

"Doflamingo… I said… how did we get back here"

Torrebol leaned heavily on his cane as he struggled to rise.

He panted slightly, the severity of his wounds paling his face.

"I don't know, I woke up here already."

"If I'm not mistaken..."

Doflamingo still stared straight up at the moon on the ceiling, then suddenly grinned.

"It must have been Rogers Darin who sent us back."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Torebol and the other four drew in a sharp breath of cold air, their spines tingling with a chill.

This place is located on Minion Island, and this abandoned mansion is their secret base for the T-Rex family. Only a few people know about it.

Now... that highest-ranking officer of the Beihai Navy, actually sent all of them who were unconscious back.

What does this mean…

Their every action in the North Sea before this had already been targeted by that overwhelmingly powerful monster of a navy!

For a moment, they felt that this secret base was no longer secure.

It seems that in that dark corridor, the gloomy room, there are all sorts of invisible terrifying monsters lurking, watching them secretly.

"Master, what should we do next"

Diamandi asked anxiously.

Since they set sail, they have had smooth sailing and never encountered such heavy setbacks and blows.

They had long grown accustomed to others kneeling before them, begging for scraps, and accustomed to giving orders.

Now,

That sailor named Rogers Darren, however, stood like an insurmountable wall, barring their way as they sought to conquer the North Sea.

By himself, he effortlessly wiped out their army of over a thousand men.

And they stood before Darren, none of them a match for him.

That man was powerful, just like a shura.

Frightening, despairing.

"What should I do..."

Doflamingo muttered to himself, his eyes finally focusing again.

He turned his head, meeting the worried and fearful gazes of Torebol and the others. He remained silent for a long while.

I have lost all of my family, I only have you left.

Doflamingo's mind flashed with such a thought.

The moment the thought emerged, a strange bitterness welled up within me.

He suddenly understood why Darren had left Torebol and the others alive.

Aha… Aha…

You're really ruthless.

So... Darren, in your eyes, everything I've done seems like childish make-believe, right

Don'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 ours now."

In Torbole, the four watched on, their expressions increasingly puzzled.

The blonde boy got up from the couch and laughed out loud.

"Hehehehehehe…"

"From today onwards, Rogers D. Barron, is my godfather, Trafalgar Law!!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee!!!"

A grin that grew more and more ferocious and maniacal echoed through the gloomy courtyard.

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