.His eyes were deep-set and piercing, his nose high and straight. Paired with a crisp, short haircut, he exuded a wild yet elegant aura that captivated your attention.Behind him, followed twenty elite..."Father, Bonny Wardell contacted me."

Darren listened in stunned silence to the voice crackling through the military field phone, his expression shifting from nonchalance as he puffed on his cigar to one of growing bewilderment.

I just received orders to track down Bundy Waldo from the Warring States, and less than two minutes later, the guy "happened" to show up at my student's place!

The flying squirrel sitting opposite him at the desk also listened to Doflamingo's words with a dumbfounded expression, twitching the corner of its mouth.

I almost got burned by the cigar before I suddenly reacted.

Darren and the flying squirrel couldn't help but glance at each other, a sense of effortless ease washing over them.

What does he want

Darren slowly exhaled a plume of smoke, his brain rapidly whirring.

He needs weapons, a lot of weapons.

Doflamingo gritted his teeth and said:

He’s gone mad, he razed the entire Rubeck Island base to the ground and gave me three days to build a massive artillery piece.

A super-large heavy artillery!

Hearing this, Darren's eyes widened, a sharp glint flashing in their depths.

It seems that fellow was truly driven to a corner by the old man from the Warring States period..."

He frowned and muttered to himself, then said:

"Is he hurt"

On the other end of the military phone bug, Doflamingo struggled to his feet, his blood-soaked hands supporting his body, and rasped out:

"Yes."

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth:

"Father, what should I do"

If you let that Bundy Waldo fellow get his hands on a super-heavy cannon, with his Devil Fruit powers...

"— Then give it to him."

Darren suddenly laughed and interrupted him.

He wanted everything, weapons, arms, heavy artillery... the more the better. As long as he could stomach it, supply him with everything.

Doflamingo was stunned.

Before he could ask further, Darren spoke again:

"That's how we'll handle this, Doflamingo. I'm glad you took the initiative to contact me and let me know about it."

A cold smile curved the corners of his mouth.

"As for Bundy Waldo, you don't need to get involved."

"If he wants weapons, you give him weapons."

"As for the losses at the Rueck Island base, he will pay the price."

"Doflamingo... You must remember, people living in this world often experience sudden insults. That is something you must endure. Don't let hatred blind your eyes."

"But I can assure you…"

The Supreme Commander of the North Sea chuckled and slowly stood up, reaching out to take the cloak of justice from the rack and drape it behind him.

"Bonnie Waldo couldn't live to leave the North Sea."

—

It's late at night.

Waves crashing, the night sky dark, stars dim.

On the territory of Germa 66, military fortresses were adorned with festive lights and revelry.

Today is the baptism day of Princess Reiju, the eldest daughter of the Vinsmoke family, royal family of the Germa Kingdom.

To celebrate the birth of the royal princess, King Jerryma 66, Commander Smoker Garp of the Germa Kingdom, held a grand and magnificent banquet and invited representatives from many allied countries in the North Sea.

"This is so boring...Are we really sure we have to attend this so-called baptism day"

The battleship slowly docked, and Keiji stood on the deck, yawning.

"This sea isn't just about fighting and killing. It's also about human relationships. Besides, the Germa Kingdom is our North Sea Navy's long-term partner."

Darren said with a smile.

Gion and Kage both listened to him, and couldn't help but roll their eyes at the same time.

If someone doesn't know the inside story, they might actually believe Darren's lies.

"Admiral Darren, Lord has been waiting for you in the banquet hall."

At that moment, a man dressed in a black tuxedo walked up to Darren who had just descended from the deck and bowed respectfully.

"King Gatchie, you are too kind. It is an honor to witness the baptism of Princess Wen Smok."

Darren smiled, his movements graceful and poised.

Everyone followed the butler's footsteps and quickly entered Jerma's banquet hall.

The banquet hall was resplendent, with glittering crystal chandeliers suspended from the vaulted ceiling. Servers in suits moved gracefully through the crowd, offering wine and delicacies to the assembled guests.

It was noted that there were many well-known bigwigs from the North Sea attending.

In fine robes, merchant guild leaders, nobles adorned with gold and silver, representatives of royal families from all over the North Sea, dignitaries and ministers… If you listened carefully, you could faintly hear their whispers.

They were discussing the workings of the government, the profits and losses of commerce, trade routes, land deals, aristocratic titles, gossip about high society, and the shifting of power.

These are all prominent figures in the Beihai waters. All sorts of resources, channels, connections, and deals are hammered out at such a seemingly casual banquet.

Their every word and deed is enough to determine the situation and pulse of the entire North Sea.

As Darren and his companions entered the ballroom, all the chattering and mingling ceased instantly. Every eye turned to the black-haired marine leading the way.

The banquet hall, which had been buzzing with activity just moments before, fell silent. The silence was so profound it felt unnerving, a heavy stillness that pressed down on Cai Ji's shoulders, forcing him to swallow nervously.

Unlike the other guests who wore gowns and robes, Darren was dressed as usual in a crisp black suit. His black tie was carelessly knotted, and behind him flowed a wide, pure white cloak.

His eyes were deep-set and piercing, his nose high and straight. Paired with a crisp, short haircut, he exuded a wild yet elegant aura that captivated your attention.

Behind him, followed twenty elite marines who were both fierce and menacing. They strode into the banquet hall with an air of authority, giving the impression that they were not there to attend a christening ceremony but rather surveying their territory like a prowling tiger.

Men looked at him with respect and fear in their eyes, while women gazed at him with undisguised lust and passion.

"Hmph, you just want to show off. You're only here to witness the ceremony anyway..."

Adding a touch of sourness, he mumbled under his breath.

Even he had to admit that Darren was dazzling at this moment.

Men want to become him, women want to be his shape.

"Hahaha, welcome, Admiral Darren to Jerma!"

At that moment, a hearty laugh suddenly broke the silence in the banquet hall.

Vincent Marchetti, dressed in regal attire, strode out of the crowd with a booming laugh, extending his hand toward Darren:

"It is an honor for my little one that Admiral Darren could attend the baptism ceremony."Jia Ji are also members of this training camp. At that time, we will go to headquarters for training together."Darren nodded."Well, I know that. I've already seen the list."Given the strength and stat...