Chapter 3 Don’t let me down

The crumpled newspaper fell gently to the ground.

The wind blowing from the window made the curtains flutter and wrinkle.

Doflamingo leaned back on the soft leather sofa, covering his forehead with his palms, quietly blowing the breeze.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The corners of his mouth gradually raised, and his deep laughter gradually grew louder.

"Madman...what a madman..."

"The big pirate Bundy Waldo was really killed by him!! Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Thinking of the great pirate who crushed him as easily as a ghost and a god and died in the North Sea, Doflamingo felt extremely absurd and laughed so hard that his whole body trembled.

Not far away from the family meeting hall, Torrepol and others were also looking at the newspapers in their hands in shock, with unimaginable expressions on their faces.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

A deep, smiling voice came from far and near.

Hearing this voice, Torebol and others were shocked, and chills ran down their spines.

Violent explosions approached at an alarming speed, and a tall figure stepping on a silver metal skateboard fell from the sky and landed steadily.

The broad cloak of justice swayed and danced behind him, and the streamlined metal skateboard quickly melted, changed shape, and solidified into a metal wristband, which was worn on the man's wrist.

"I really didn't expect it...Godfather."

Doflamingo looked at the black-haired marine walking towards him step by step and smiled.

Darren walked up to Doflamingo, looked down at him condescendingly, stretched out his left hand, and said with a smile:

"You are my godson...Dover."

"Always remember this, anyone who offends you will get the punishment he deserves."

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Remember, it's anyone."

Doflamingo was slightly startled.

Facing the black-haired navy's stern eyes, he remained silent for a moment, then knelt down on one knee, bent down and gently kissed the back of the former's hand.

"Thank you, Godfather."

Darren smiled with satisfaction,

"Get up, has the situation in the underground world changed in the past few days?"

Doflamingo stood up slowly and said in a deep voice:

"Not much has changed. Under the protection of the Godfather, the Don Quixote family has completely controlled most of the industries in the underground world of Beihai."

"As for the Grand Waterway, many caravans and the joints of the waterway have been opened up. I believe it won't be long before the flag of Don Quixote will be flying in the waters of the Great Waterway."

"Well, pay attention to the speed of expansion. The Great Channel is not the North Sea. If you advance too eagerly, it will easily lead to pressure from the navy."

Darren reminded him, as if he meant something.

Doflamingo was stunned and nodded deeply.

Indeed, the power of the Don Quixote family has expanded so quickly that it can easily attract unnecessary attention.

The reason why I can be so unscrupulous in Beihai is because of the protection of Darren, the veritable "King of Beihai".

But the Great Channel is different. The major branches code-named "G", as well as the navy headquarters with many strong men, are not existences that the Don Quixote family can afford to offend now.

For the base commanders who guard the branches of the Grand Waterway, with the powerful strength of their headquarters' lieutenant general, crushing their Don Quixote family is no different than crushing an ant.

"Be patient, Dover..."

Darren raised his hand and rubbed Doflamingo's hair, smiling.

Doflamingo hesitated and asked:

"Godfather... when will you go to Malinfando for training?"

"There's less than a week left and I'm leaving two days early."

Darren wanted to look back at Torebol and the others, but those guys had disappeared without knowing when.

"Before I leave, I have something I want you to help me with."

Doflamingo lowered his head, his sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Godfather, please speak."

"Bundy Waldo died in the North Sea. I need you to use all your means and resources to find all clues about the Momo Fruit in the underground world, no, in the black and white world."

Darren lit a cigar, and the misty smoke filled his deep-lined face.

"Once you find clues, you can use any means to get the Momo fruit at any cost."

Momo fruit!

Doflamingo was shocked in his heart, but his face remained calm.

He had personally faced the power of Bundy Waldo, so he was naturally very curious about the Momo fruit that could double his speed and size.

He glanced at Darren invisibly.

Could it be that... Darren had the idea of ​​Momo Fruit from the very beginning! ?

"As you command, Godfather."

Doflamingo lowered his head.

"Well, then I'll leave this matter to you."

Darren said something, turned around and walked out.

The metal bracer on his wrist twisted and stretched again like a living thing, turning into a streamlined silver skateboard, floating next to his feet.

Darren stepped onto his skateboard.

Just when Doflamingo thought he was about to leave and was about to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, Darren suddenly turned around, causing Doflamingo's heart to stop for a beat.

"Dover..."

"Godfather, please speak."

Doflamingo's heart beat wildly.

Darren looked at Doflamingo's bowed head in surrender, smiled and said:

"Beihai will be left to you from now on."

"I have high hopes for you, don't let me down... okay?"

Doflamingo said respectfully:

"Godfather, please don't worry."

"Well, if you can't contact me for anything, just contact Flying Squirrel. He will take over my position and become the new naval admiral of Beihai."

Darren dropped these words and looked back.

The magnetic field suddenly rioted, pushing the metal skateboard under his feet, shooting out with a bang, and the figure quickly disappeared into the clouds in the distance.

The riotous wind swept through the meeting hall, causing papers to fly messily and curtains flying all over the sky.

Doflamingo knelt on one knee, panting heavily, and a thin layer of cold sweat had formed on his forehead at some point.

"Dover...are you okay?"

"What did that bastard come to see you for?"

"..."

Torebol and the others sneaked in from the side door of the meeting hall, looked around cautiously, and after confirming that the naval admiral had left, they asked.

"He... asked me to find a Devil Fruit."

Doflamingo took a deep breath and stood up with his hands on his knees.

He reached over the cigarette on the table with one hand, lit it and took a few puffs, his eyes bloodshot.

"That guy...has become stronger..."

Doflamingo recalled the oppressive look Darren gave him at the end, and hissed with a pale face.

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