of the Marine Headquarters, has met Sir Silde Saint."Darren, standing in the doorway, squinted his eyes and bowed slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.Bang!!The golden pistol spat fire.The bul...Squeak squeak…
The grand, classical-style gate of the luxurious villa creaked open.
A biting wind, surging from behind the heavy bronze gate, swept forward in an instant, enveloping Doflamingo's figure. It whipped his pink feather coat billowing behind him.
The whole world seemed to stop at this moment.
It was as if something invisible in the air had broken.
Silence suddenly descended.
Originally, the four Torrebol, with their imposing presence... and hundreds of blood-stained scimitar-wielding members of the Don Quixote family behind them, suddenly held their breath, unable to move.
Their eyes were fixed on the scene in the mansion's hall, their throats rumbling as they swallowed nervously. Beads of sweat began to trickle down their foreheads.
The original chaotic and noisy world became eerily quiet.
Tick tock,
Tick-tock,
The sound of some liquid dripping onto the ground echoed in the silent world, stirring the hearts of every person to the point of extreme tension.
They saw such a scene——
In the vaulted hall, flames crackled in the ancient fireplace.
The flickering light and shadow intertwined, casting the outlines of the hall in alternating brilliance and obscurity.
A mottled oval conference table, etched with the marks of time, sat in the center of the hall. On either side, intricately carved glass windows adorned the walls, casting a dim glow. Above, a circular dome held religious-themed oil paintings.
Above the fireplace, on the black wall, hung a person.
To be precise, a corpse was hanging there.
He combed his slicked-back hair, wore a rumpled waistcoat in a Mafia style, with a blood-red rose pinned to his chest, his head drooping listlessly.
A gleaming metal spear, flashed coldly, plunged deep into his heart, piercing through his body and nailing him to the wall.
The fresh blood in the wound flowed constantly down his suit, trousers, and shoes, dripping onto the ground.
...created the "ticking" sound they heard.
They were shocked to recognize the identity of the corpse.
This is the ultimate goal of their line of work.
—Rodrigues, the head of the Rodrigues family, a mafia tycoon who controls one-third of the illegal industry in the North Sea, Michael Rodrigues.
And now, he is dead.
As if some kind of religious mystical ritual, hanging on the wall.
His head hung low, and his vacant eyes stared straight at all of them.
A barely perceptible upward curve of the lips, as if offering a mocking smile to them.
Torrebol and the others suddenly felt a shiver run down their spines, their pores standing on end.
They subconsciously shifted their gaze rigidly toward somewhere in the hall.
In the dimly lit hall, the fire flickered.
At the head of the conference table sat a man.
Firelight may dispel the darkness, but it cannot illuminate that man's face.
His face seemed to be forever hidden in the shadows.
As long as he doesn't expose himself, the world will never find out about him.
Torrebols could only just make out his outline.
A sharp black suit, a white shirt, a black and lethal tie, and black military boots.
He sat there, with his legs crossed and fingers lightly tapping the conference table with the cigar clamped between them. His sharp and profound gaze, in the darkness, idly watched them.
He is smiling.
Though they couldn't see clearly, all of them in Torebol shared the same thought.
"It's perfect timing."
Darren spoke slowly, breaking the silence.
Shadows danced, and finally the firelight illuminated his face.
He was indeed smiling.
"Pretty good."
He gazed admiringly at the young flamingo.
Doflamingo remained silent.
Deathly silence.
Torrebol and the others could clearly see that his fist was clenched tightly, trembling violently.
They could only see Doflamingo's back, but they could guess that their young master's face at this time must be extremely unsightly.
At that moment, a shrill buzzing sound of a telephone worm suddenly rang out.
"Woof woof...woof woof..."
Darren took out his military commlink from his pocket and connected the signal:
"It was me."
A low voice slowly came from the phone bug.
"Reporting to Base Commander Darren, as of five minutes ago, all our operations have been concluded."
"...including notorious criminal organizations such as the Snooks, Vincents, and Rockefellers, a total of 17 prominent underworld factions have been completely eradicated under the shining light of justice!"
As soon as these words were uttered, every member of the Don Quixote family gasped in astonishment.
The underground world of the North Sea… all of it was crushed by the Navy!
An unprecedented wave of fear surged into their brains, turning their faces ashen white.
The North Sea Navy had carried out a bloody purge of the underworld...and now, the highest officer of the North Sea Navy stood before them, along with the corpse of the head of the Rodriguez family…
Everyone shivered with fear.
Could it be... that the Don Quixote family... is also a target of the Navy's purge
"Well, I understand. You've done a great job, and I'm very pleased."
Darren replied into the commlink:
"Let's begin the return journey. I have a few things to attend to here, and I'll be back soon."
"Yes, Commander."
Military telephone bug communication is interrupted.
Putting away the telephone, Darren took a puff of his cigar and slowly rose from his chair.
With such a casual movement of his, over a thousand members of the family of Don Quixote retreated all at once.
Only one person remained motionless.
Doflamingo remained standing in place, silent.
His clenched fists trembled even more violently.
I wonder what violent impulse he's restraining.
Darren walked towards him step by step.
Torrebols' face paled, and he was about to make a move when a casual glance from the naval colonel sent chills down their spines, rendering them immobile.
With the sound of boots scraping against the ground, Darren finally stood before Doflamingo.
He looked down from above at the golden-haired little imp who was gritting his teeth and whose face was pale with anger, and smiled faintly:
"This is a gift for you, Doflamingo."
His tone was very kind, like an elder doting on their beloved younger generation.
From this moment on, the underworld of the North Sea...is yours.
He narrowed his eyes, smiled and held out his hand, quietly waiting for Doflamingo's response.
"Do you like it"
One second,
Two seconds,
Three seconds,
The people of Torrebol watched their young master's motionless figure, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests, beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.
Why must I submit......
I... Why should I submit
At a certain moment.
Doflamingo's tightly clenched fists suddenly stopped trembling.
He relaxed his fists.
Torebol and the others seemed to hear a silent sigh.
Then their eyes widened.
They saw,
Their arrogant young master, a smile slowly appeared on his face, and he took a step forward.
Lightly grasp that sailor's hand,
Bows slightly,
He kisses his hand respectfully.
"Thank you, my godfather."
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I ask for everything, and I am incredibly grateful.lets, like an "iron balloon".Born with immense power, she became the dreaded "Natural Destroyer" in the eyes of many!Thinking about this, the two of them couldn't help but glance at Darren.An invulner...