g the lives and property of our people in the North Sea without expecting any reward."It is truly a blessing for the entire North Sea to have the protection of Lord Darron.""However, we can't let all...The most important thing when raising a wild wolf is:

Was it that which fueled its hatred for the Celestial Dragons, for the World Government Did it nurture its bloodlust

Is it allowed to let it run wild and kill, to keep its ferocity

Or should we give it a clear enough target to train its hunting skills

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To raise a wolf, the most important thing is to utterly dominate it. Continuously torment it, forcing this posture of submission into its very being, etching it deep into its brain as a habit, as instinct.

Let it always remember, who its true master is.

This is the most important thing.

Seeing the young Heaven Dragon man bowing his head to kiss the back of his hand, Darren smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, truly worthy of being my student."

He gently rubbed Doflamingo's golden short hair, making him stand beside himself and taking his hand step by step out of the blood-soaked dome hall.

Outside the old mansion.

Seeing their usually arrogant and rebellious young master walk out like a real child, being dragged by that black-haired naval officer, the imposing Chimera family was stunned, their faces filled with shock. They stood there dumbfounded, as if waking from a dream.

"Doflamingo... This is your subordinate"

Darren smiled, casually glancing over the thousand Mafia members in attendance.

Doflamingo lowered his head and replied:

"Yes, Godfather."

Darren nodded and smiled.

"Very good, it's considered elite in Beihai."

"There's just one downside..."

Doflamingo said in a low voice:

" Godfather, do you mean..."

Darren's lips curled into a smirk.

"You are my disciple, a natural born king. Remember this..."

His eyes widened.

Except for me, anyone who sees you must kneel and worship!

As soon as the words left his mouth, a majestic and powerful aura, like a vast ocean, erupted from the naval colonel's body, surging outwards in all directions.

Heaven and earth seemed to fall into a deathly silence at this moment. All colors faded rapidly, leaving only black and white.

A furious gale swept across the sky, carrying away the scattered clouds.

With all the members of the Don Quixote family, led by Toledo, Diamanti, Vilgo and Pica, at their head, their pupils shook violently under this crushing, abyss-like pressure.

They felt the power within their bodies silently fade away, their minds going blank. Their knees buckled, and they collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Ding ding dong…

Countless weapons fell from their grasp, like a torrential downpour hitting the ground, emitting an incessant clatter.

Torebol knelt on one knee, gritting his teeth and his face was as pale as death.

They stared in stunned disbelief at the imposing figure of the North Sea Admiral, a single thought echoing in their minds...

This strong impact from the soul, as if facing thousands of troops and horses, the roar of the sea...

This man's aura is noticeably stronger than last time!

The heavens and earth churned with unpredictable changes, as if about to engulf the entire North Sea.

At this moment, only two people remain standing in the world.

Doflamingo, standing beside Daren, gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with a dense network of ferocious bloodshot vessels. His expression flickered erratically, as if suppressing something.

The overlord's domineering aura was surging, but it was clearly suppressed!

"Doflamingo, I'll be waiting for you on the Grand Line."

Darren turned his head and squinted at his pupil, a small smile playing on his lips.

The pristine cape roared and danced behind him, its shadow completely engulfing the golden-haired youth.

Doflamingo lowered his head, bloodshot eyes hiding suppressed ambition and a chilling glint deep within. He said subserviently:

"Yes, Father."

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In 1492, under the orders of Admiral Roger Darren, High Naval Commander of the North Sea, the North Sea Fleet conducted a bloody crackdown and purge on over 20 notorious Mafia families operating within the North Sea region.

This action brought a complete end to the rampant chaos caused by the underground power factions in the North Sea for decades, even centuries.

Within a week of this action, the Donquixote Family led by Doflamingo effortlessly took control of the entire underworld of the North Sea. Their influence expanded rapidly and they soon became a force to be reckoned with.

His underlings' businesses spanned arms trafficking, prostitution, gambling, espionage, and the sale of intelligence, reaching out to other seas and even the Great Sea Route.

From then on, a saying began to circulate in Behai:

"The world is colorful, but in the North Sea, it's only black and white."

From then on, the "Chaos North Sea" was universally recognized as a place of stability and peace.

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"You're insane, letting him run wild like this... Don't you fear the day Doflamingo's ambition gets out of control and he stabs you in the back"

North Sea 321 Naval Branch, Base Commander's Office.

The flying squirrel looked at the intelligence file in his hands, a helpless expression on his face as he stared at his superior who was sitting there calmly smoking a cigar. He had a headache.

The documents in his hand clearly showed the recent upheaval caused by the Gigante family's acquisition of various Mafia businesses.

Various pieces of information are clearly listed, including industry size, number of people involved, countries and towns covered...

He didn't dare.

Darren casually replied, his gaze drifting through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, towards the far end of the ocean.

The flying squirrel frowned.

"Are you sure That little imp doesn't seem like an honest person."

Darren slowly came to his senses and looked at the flying squirrel, smiling.

"Because I know he won't sit still, that's why I feel at ease."

The real danger lies not with these ambitious little devils, but with those who hide their schemes within, appearing unremarkable on the surface.

"Doflamingo is a very talented man. I need him to help me stabilize the situation in the North Sea. The stronger his power, the better it will be for us."

With his "Tianlongren" status as a shield, the Marine Headquarters, no, even the World Government would hesitate and dare not interfere with matters in the North Sea.

The flying squirrel mused:

"Of course I understand the point, but I've met that guy before. I can tell he looks at you in a way that isn't right..."

What I'm worried about is that after you leave Behai, he might...

Darren waved his hand to interrupt the flying squirrel, and instead asked a seemingly unrelated question.

"Do you know the king's aura"

"The indomitable spirit that takes millions to be born...Is it Haki, the Conqueror's Haki"

"That's right."

Darren smiled faintly.

“Doflamingo is a Conqueror's Haki awakener, and that's the reason I chose him.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle with some hidden meaning.

Strength, speed, influence, status… all these are secondary.

On this vast sea, the true decider of the final outcome is… courage.

"As long as my Overlord Color Haki is stronger than his, he will never dare to rebel against me."

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