Chapter 617
The warship set sail again.
The cool sea breeze gently blew on his face, and Staff Officer Crane looked at the Vice Admiral on the deck who was washing the blood from his hands, his eyes unpredictable.
"Darren, do you really want to kill Doflamingo?"
Darren took the handkerchief handed over respectfully by a navy soldier, wiped his hands, turned his head and smiled:
"How could it be?"
"I still know how to do things, Staff Officer Crane."
"Although Don Quixote Doflamingo has been expelled from the Holy Land of Marijoa, he still has the noble blood of the Celestial Dragons flowing in his body."
"I just taught him a lesson, so that he won't be so arrogant in the future."
Staff Officer Crane fell silent.
The murderous intent cannot be concealed.
The moment when the Vice Admiral drew his saber and chopped off Doflamingo's neck, he clearly sensed the murderous intent deeply hidden in Darren.
Moreover...
She couldn't help but recall Doflamingo's ferocious expression, "Damn the navy, I will kill you sooner or later", and she pursed her lips subconsciously.
The same deep hidden murderous intention...
Originally, she still had some doubts about the relationship between Doflamingo and Darren, but after what happened on the island just now, most of her doubts were dissipated.
Everything else can be fake.
But the look of wanting to kill someone cannot be hidden.
Staff Officer Tsuru is a user of the parahuman-type Wash Wash Fruit ability. She can use the devil fruit ability to "wash away" the sins in the target's heart, so she is more sensitive to negative emotions such as malice, hatred and hostility than others.
‘It seems that Sengoku is probably just worrying too much…’
Staff Officer Crane secretly breathed a sigh of relief, collected his thoughts, and asked:
“Do you think the Five Elders will agree to Doflamingo’s conditions?”
Darren took out a cigar and lit it in his mouth, walked slowly to the bow and blew the sea breeze, shook his head and smiled:
“As a subordinate, I dare not have too many guesses about the adults’ thoughts.”
Staff Officer Crane glared at him unhappily.
“Hurry up and tell me!”
Darren raised his hands and said helplessly:
“They should agree. After all, Doflamingo cannot be killed. Only by agreeing to his request can the gold in the sky return to the hands of the World Government.”
Staff Officer Crane nodded, indicating that he agreed with Darren’s judgment.
After subduing Doflamingo, the Five Elders directly ordered their navy to retreat.
After all, a “pirate” negotiating with the World Government is too damaging to the dignity of the Five Elders.
In addition, Doflamingo's identity is sensitive, and the content of the negotiations may involve deeper secrets, which they, as navy officers, naturally have no right to know.
After all, in the eyes of the World Government and even the Five Elders, no matter how powerful the navy is, it is just a weapon and tool for them to rule the world, and it is not qualified to come to the negotiation table.
...
Deserted island.
Doflamingo, covered in blood, stared at the Den Den Mushi in front of him with a sneer, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"The navy has left, what have you considered?"
On the other side of the Den Den Mushi, in the meeting hall of Pangu City, the Five Elders fell into deep thought.
The hall was silent, with only the sound of boiling tea.
At a certain moment, Saint Saturn Satan asked in a hoarse voice:
"Doflamingo, why do you want to be named one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"
"Hehehehehe..."
Doflamingo grinned:
"This is not something you five old men should care about. Anyway, I have only one condition."
"On one side is the heavenly gold that is paid as tribute to the Celestial Dragons of the Holy Land, and on the other side is a position of the Seven Warlords of the Sea that is insignificant to you... This should not be a difficult choice, right?"
Saint Vorchuli sneered:
"So we can understand that this is a threat from you?"
As if because of the rising anger, the scar on the forehead of the former God of Law and War, who was once called "Damocles", turned dark red.
"No, no, no, this is not a threat."
Doflamingo laughed even more unscrupulously.
"Compared to a pirate, I'm more of a businessman."
"So this is a deal I'm proposing to you... that's all."
The blond Five Elders, Pitt Saint, sneered:
"Deal? I think this is more like revenge, right?"
"Revenge for the time when we shut you out and drove you out of the Holy Land, Marijoa."
Doflamingo shrugged indifferently, spread his bloody hands, licked his lips and said:
"No, I'm actually a very generous person."
"Let's let the past go. Since you won't let me stay in the Holy Land, I don't have anything to worry about.It can be said that it was my stupid father who made the mistake first..."
"But you shouldn't stop me from taking back the power and status that I deserve step by step, right?"
The Five Elders were silent for a longer time this time.
"We need time to think about it."
"No problem."
Doflamingo lit a cigarette.
The Den Den Mushi communication was suspended.
In the meeting hall.
"He has Tenjoujin in his hands. If we don't take it back, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain to the Celestial Dragons."
"It's just a position of Shichibukai. Even if we give it to him, he can't do anything."
"I'm worried that the kid's appetite is getting bigger and bigger."
"He doesn't dare. He knows our bottom line very well."
"Yes, otherwise his condition this time is not Shichibukai, but returning to the Holy Land."
"In that case..."
"Wait!" Saint Vorchuli suddenly raised his head.
"What's wrong, Damocles? "Saint Nasujuro, wearing a samurai uniform and holding a demonic long sword, looked at Saint Vouchuri.
"I want to confirm one thing first."
Saint Vouchuri (Damocles) suddenly raised a confident smile at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the bronze wooden door of the meeting hall.
"Come in."
Squeaky...
The door was slowly pushed open.
A graceful figure wearing a fox mask walked in slowly, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said respectfully:
"Stusi, meet the adults."
The white silk robe representing the privilege of CP0 covered her figure, but her back showed a seductive curve.
Saint Vouchuri narrowed his eyes, stared at Stusi with his old eyes, and asked:
"You should also know the relevant information. What is your judgment on Doflamingo's appointment as the Seven Warlords of the Sea? "
Stusi lowered his head and said softly:
"This matter is of great importance, and I dare not put forward foolish opinions."
Vocuri Saint smiled and said:
"Stusi, you did a good job of keeping the list of candidates for the Seven Warlords of the Sea that we gave you before."
"You have proved your loyalty."
"So speak out, based on your experience and judgment, what do you think about Doflamingo becoming one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea..."
Here it comes!
Stusi tried to suppress her accelerated heartbeat, and bowed her head in fear.
"My lords, in my humble opinion, letting Doflamingo become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea may not be a bad thing."
She said in a trembling voice.
Under the mask, a triumphant arc was slightly raised at the corner of her charming red lips.
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