Chapter 808 Young and frivolous

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"So where is Mr. Geer going to start this time to make a big incident?"

Dorag stroked his chin, frowned slightly, and analyzed seriously.

"Are you planning to attack Mary Joa directly?"

Speaking of this, there was an excitement in Dorag's eyes that was hard to conceal.

"Whoosh!"

Ger jumped back to create some distance, staring at Dorag with a wary look on his face.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be a dragon? Are you sent by the World Government to assassinate me?"

"Huh? Mr. Gill, what's wrong with you?"

Dorag was full of questions.

"Humph, I didn't expect that besides the Mimicry Fruit and the Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit, there are similar abilities. I was almost fooled by you. Should I say that you are worthy of being the World Government that has been able to rule the world for 800 years? You have quite a lot of tricks! But you obviously underestimated my understanding of dragons!"

Gel snorted complacently.

"This... Mr. Gel, I am Drago? It's absolutely true!"

Dorag quickly defended himself.

"Don't try to fool me! The dragon I know would not only not say such a thing, but he would be sweating just by hearing it! He would never excitedly say that he would attack the holy land of Marijoa directly! So there must be something wrong with you!"

"Huh? Just because of this..."

Dorag felt a little helpless. It turned out that his calm and steady image had become so deeply rooted in people's hearts?

"Mr. Gur, it's really me. Even if there is a method similar to the Mimicry Fruit, it's impossible that it can also imitate my fruit ability, right?"

To prove himself, Dorag stretched out his hand and rolled up a small green whirlwind in his palm.

"What? Are you really Monkey D. Dragon? That shouldn't be the case! Then why aren't you sweating profusely?"

Captain Gill pretended to be shocked.

"Cough cough!"

Dorag coughed awkwardly twice.

"My proposal just now was indeed a bit too radical."

"You are indeed a little too radical, Long. You scare me. I am only here with one of my subordinates to visit my relatives. I am not planning to do anything big. There are still too many unknowns about the World Government. I think it is better for us to continue to calm down."

Ger said seriously.

"Although it's a bit risky, Mr. Gel, you only used a little trick last time to kill three of the Knights of God, whom I have always regarded as the biggest threat! They will definitely not be able to replenish the lost combat power in such a short time. At this moment, the power in the hands of the Celestial Dragons has weakened!"

"I think it shouldn't be a problem if we unite the best of both sides to form the strongest team and launch another surprise attack on Marijoa. This will not only further weaken the World Government, but also force the World Government to reveal more of its cards! Then we can better respond."

"Yeah, that's a good idea! Well, bring your son with you! Let's go attack Marijoa together!"

Gel made the decision seriously.

"Forehead…"

Dorag didn't know why Geer would mention his son here, so he could only answer with a frown.

"Mr. Gol, with Luffy's current strength, I'm afraid he can't participate in this level of battle. Bringing him along will only hinder us."

"It's okay. You don't understand this. The difference in strength makes it easier to trigger your passive skills."

"Huh? What?"

The more Dorag listened, the more confused he became. When did he have a passive skill? How come he didn't know about it?

"Hehehe, as the saying goes, brothers fight together to protect the tiger, and fathers and sons fight together in battle!"

Gel explained seriously.

"You must go together so that you can have an extra layer of protection. If we really encounter any danger, I will feel more at ease. Unless we have a bad relationship, if something happens to the father, the son will explode on the spot. On the other hand, if something happens to the son, the father will explode and kill people at will!"

"Ah this..."

Dorag was stunned.

"Don't worry, I've seen novels, animations, and TV dramas all played out this way, so it's definitely not a lie. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Dorag's forehead, and he complained in his heart: After all this time, isn't the meaning of this being that he is going to randomly sacrifice one of them and test the bond between them as father and son?

"Mr. Geer, is this... too risky?"

"Of course! It's risky, didn't I tell you that before? Your proposal is too radical."

Ger replied with a smile.

"Ahem! You are worthy of being Mr. Geer. After hearing what you said, I also think that this move is indeed a bit inappropriate."

Dorag cleared his throat and continued his analysis as if nothing had happened.

"Mary Geoise has lost three members since the attack on the Knights of God. We also have to worry about Barrett's revenge after he escapes from prison. After all, that guy has been imprisoned for more than ten years. The attack before he was imprisoned caused serious damage to most of Mary Geoise. So the Five Elders must have stepped up their vigilance. Now is not a good time to attack Mary Geoise!"

Gel smiled and said nothing.

"Come on, now that you are here, Ivankov must make arrangements for you tonight."

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Holy Land Marie Gioia

Pangu City

In the bright conference hall, there were still five old men, four in black and one in white, and the familiar green leather sofa that was almost rubbed bare by them.

At this time, the five people were staring at the Den Den Mushi on the table with grim expressions.

"Respected Five Elders, can't we use Den Den Mushi to participate in the meeting remotely? I can still receive any new instructions you have. This is a long journey, and going back and forth is just a waste of precious time, isn't it?"

"It's not that I don't want to go, but I just became the Admiral of the Navy not long ago, and my ability to handle affairs needs to be improved. I'm already very busy and can't get away. So if it's not something particularly important, just talk over the phone."

"Humph! Marshal Jin, this is an order, not a discussion with you! At your speed, it shouldn't take more than three minutes to get from the Navy Headquarters to Mary Geoise. The time for talking nonsense is already over!"

Saint Satan reprimanded unhappily.

"We can't discuss this, right?"

Den Den Mushi fell silent after he finished speaking, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

"Hehe, we know you're very busy, so didn't we communicate over the phone the last few times? This time it's something more important, so we need to talk to you in person."

Macas Maz Saint, one of the Whitebeard Five Elders, eased the atmosphere.

"Oh, it's very important! There's nothing I can do about it. I'll leave right away. However, three minutes is a bit too much. It should take at least thirty minutes. Please wait for a moment, all five of you."

"Crack!"

Before the Five Elders could speak, the Den Den Mushi on the table had already closed its eyes.

"Humph! Now you see it! I told you before that if we let this brat be the admiral of the navy, he won't be as obedient as Sengoku!"

Saint Satan snorted coldly.

"It's a good knife! But it needs some sharpening and polishing!"

The bald Five Elders tapped the table lightly with his scabbard.

"On the surface, he seems very respectful, but in reality, he does whatever he wants and actually disobeys our orders!"

The Five Elders with Mustaches spoke in a calm tone.

The blond Five Elders at the side stroked the short beard on his chin and smiled.

"Haha, he's young and frivolous. Plus, we just cut the navy's budget, so it's normal for him to feel a little resentful!"

"Hmph! Are you resentful? Then we should continue to reduce the military budget! So that our new marshal can figure out who owns the navy!!"

Saint Satan narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice.

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