Chapter 392 We are all family!
Rogers Darren, Rogers Darren, it is a great honor for the World Government and the Navy Headquarters to have such an "excellent" cadre like you.
You have done a great job recruiting the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
The corners of Drago's mouth twitched wildly, and for a moment he didn't know how to complain.
He knew that Darren was a bold guy, and he had heard rumors of him deceiving his superiors and subordinates and covering up everything in the Navy before, but he didn't expect this guy to be so outrageous.
It was an eye-opener.
The Navy is yours, right?
"Flamingo" Don Quixote Doflamingo is your godson;
"Sand Crocodile" Crocodile and "Moonlight Moria" were threatened and dared not speak;
"Hawkeye" Joracol Mihawk regards you as the goal of pursuit in kendo and calls you "Mr.";
"Devil's Descendant" Douglas Barrett is both your enemy and friend, and the relationship is complicated...
On the surface, these people seem to have a deep hatred for Darren, but in fact they are secretly controlled by the latter.
Moreover,
Drager also keenly noticed a somewhat "horrible" and scalp-numbing detail.
Except for Doflamingo, the other people in the Seven Warlords of the Sea above, they all lost an arm in Darren's hands.
Is this a coincidence?
Or did this guy do it on purpose.
Drager suddenly felt his right arm a little cold, and looked at Darren with a strange look.
As for the last of the Seven Warlords of the Sea...
"...Fisher Tiger didn't break his arm, so he's not your man anymore, right?"
Drager asked weakly.
Darren smiled and said:
"Mr. Fisher Tiger is a hero of Fishman Island, and he is also a pioneer and leader of the slave movement around the world. How could I do anything to him?"
Darren: "..."
Well, I should have known it long ago. After all, the time when Fisher Tiger sneaked into the Holy Land of Marijoa to liberate slaves was exactly the same as the time when the North Sea Fleet attacked the Holy Land.
Don't even think about it. Maybe Fisher Tiger's plan to sneak into the Holy Land was planned or even instructed by Darren.
Darren exhaled a turbid breath and scratched his hair in a messy way.
It turns out that all the current members of the Seven Warlords of the Sea are your people!
At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong pity and sympathy for the Five Elders and Sengoku.
He simply couldn't imagine how wonderful their reaction would be when they found out that all the members of the Shichibukai system they personally promoted were from their mortal enemy, Darren.
"What Shichibukai? Anyway, they are the Shichibukai under the command of the 'King of the North Sea'..."
He muttered, and then looked at Darren with resentment:
"So apart from this, what else are you hiding from me? We are allies now."
"What if I didn't hear about this today? What if I ran into these guys one day and a conflict broke out?"
Even if you want to keep it secret, you should leave a code or something.
We are all family members!
Darren smiled and said:
"That won't happen. Now the whole world knows that you and I have formed an alliance. Those guys won't cause trouble for you."
"--Ahhh, is that what I mean?"
Looking at Darren's overly calm appearance, Dorag felt more and more annoyed and crazy, gritting his teeth and saying:
"What I mean is that we are allies now. You should inform me of the internal intelligence of these allies!!"
Darren suddenly realized and nodded:
"So that's what you mean. You have a point."
He thought for a moment and continued:
"In fact, these are almost all the people. After all, my ability is limited."
Dorrag rolled his eyes. He didn't believe a word of what Darren said.
He rolled his eyes and asked strangely:
"You are not also planting your people in the Self-Yong Army, are you?"
Darren glanced at him and shook his head:
"Don't you believe in my character?"
Dorrag heard this, thought about it, and agreed very much.
No matter what, Darren's support for himself and the Self-Guardian Army is both financial and physical.
Economic support, arms supply, troop organization, soldier training... It can be said that without Darren's money and effort, the Self-Guardian Army would take at least several years to develop to its current size.
"...Besides, I don't like the bunch of crooked people in your Self-Guardian Army, who have no money and no people."
Darren shook his head and continued softly.
Drag: "..."
Do you have to add this sentence?
He raised his hand to cover his heart, and finally understood why he often saw the Warring States general do this action in the past.
It turned out that he was angry.
"...How is your injury recovering?"
Drag said faintly.
At this time, two days had passed since the teaching battle of "One Punch Awakens Kaido" that day, and Darren's original bandages had basically been removed.
On the exposed skin, new flesh and blood had grown on the scars of varying depths.
"I feel fine. The external injuries have basically healed. However, the impact injuries to my internal organs and bones will take some time to recover..."
Darren estimated and gave a conservative number.
"...Besides, such a fatal injury will take at least a week to heal."
"..."Darren was too lazy to complain.
Sometimes he really didn't know how Darren could say such an irritating thing in the most plain and matter-of-fact tone.
"...What about the experiment of magnetic field rotation? Is there any progress?"
Darren asked again.
Ever since he got the preliminary judgment of the experiment from the fat man in overalls that day, he has been curious about this.
If "magnetic field rotation" can be included in normal practice, to what extent can Darren's strength be improved?
He is really looking forward to it.
However, he also knows that Darren's injury has not healed yet, so he should not be able to try it in a short time.
"Oh, you are talking about that... It feels pretty good."
Darren suddenly grinned.
Then, in the stunned eyes of Darren, a purple-blue arc of electricity strangely jumped out from the flesh under his skin.
The arc was so weak, but in Dorag's eyes it seemed like something extremely terrifying, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
"You, you, you..."
He stared at the black-haired young man sitting in front of him with his eyes wide open, swallowed nervously, and even subconsciously put up a defensive posture with the Dragon Claw Fist.
"...Have you entered the 'magnetic field rotation' state now!?"
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