Chapter 3 Don't Let Me Down

The wrinkled newspaper gently fell to the ground.

The wind from the window blew the curtains flying and wrinkling.

Doflamingo leaned on the soft leather sofa, his palm covering his forehead, quietly blowing the breeze.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The corners of his mouth gradually rose, and his low laughter gradually became louder.

"Mad man... What a mad man..."

"The great pirate Bondi Waldo was really killed by him!! Baaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Thinking of the great pirate who easily crushed him like a ghost 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, Trebol and others were also looking at the newspapers in their hands in shock, with unimaginable faces.

"How is it, do you like it?"

A low voice with a smile came from far to near.

Hearing this voice, Trebol and others were shocked, and a chill ran down their spines.

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

The wide cloak of justice fluttered behind him, and the streamlined metal skateboard quickly melted and changed shape, solidifying 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 navy who was walking towards him step by step, and smiled.

Darren walked in front of Doflamingo, looked down at him condescendingly, stretched out his left hand, and smiled:

"You are my godson... Dov."

"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 arrogant eyes of the black-haired navy, he was silent for a moment, then knelt 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 recent days?"

Doflamingo stood up slowly and said in a deep voice:

"There is not much change. Under the protection of the Godfather, the Don Quixote family has completely controlled most of the industries in the North Sea underground world."

"As for the Grand Line, many caravans and routes have been opened up. I believe it won't be long before the Don Quixote flag will be able to fly in the waters of the Grand Line."

"Well, pay attention to the speed of expansion. The Grand Line is not the North Sea. If you are too eager and aggressive, it will easily cause suppression from the navy."

Darren reminded him, as if he meant something.

Doflamingo was stunned and nodded deeply.

Indeed, the Don Quixote family's power expanded too quickly, which could easily attract unnecessary attention.

The reason why he could act so recklessly in the North Sea was because of the protection of Darren, the veritable "King of the North Sea".

But the Grand Line is different. The major branches codenamed "G" and the Navy Headquarters, which are full of strong men, are not something that the Don Quixote family can afford to offend now.

For the base commanders guarding the branches of the Grand Line, the powerful strength of their headquarters' vice admirals is no different from crushing their Don Quixote family to death like crushing an ant.

"Be patient, Dover..."

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

Doflamingo hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Godfather, when will you go to Marinford for training?"

"There is less than a week left, and I will leave two days in advance."

Darren wanted to look back at Trebol and others, but those guys had already run away without a trace.

"Before leaving, I have something I want you to do for me."

Doflamingo lowered his head, and his sunglasses covered the shadows of his eyes.

"Godfather, please speak."

"Bondi 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 both the black and white worlds."

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

"Once you find the clues, you can take any means, at all costs, to get the Momo Fruit."

Momo Fruit!

Doflamingo was shocked, but his face remained calm.

He had personally faced the strength of Bondi Waldo, so he was naturally very curious about the Momo Fruit that could double the speed and volume.

He glanced at Darren invisibly.

Could it be... Darren had been thinking about the Momo Fruit from the beginning! ?

"As you say, Godfather."

Doflamingo bowed his head.

"Well, then this matter is left to you."

Darren said, turned around and walked out.

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

Darren stepped onto the skateboard.

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

"Dov..."

"Godfather, please speak."

Doflamingo's heart began to beat wildly.

Darren looked at Doflamingo's surrendered posture with his head lowered, smiled and said:

"From now on, the North Sea will be handed over to you."

"I have high expectations for you. Don't let me down... ok?"

Doflamingo said respectfully:

"Godfather, please rest assured."

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

Darren threw down this sentence and retracted his gaze.

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

The violent wind swept through the meeting hall, blowing up the papers all over the sky and the curtains flying.

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

"Dover... are you okay?"

"What did that bastard come to you for?"

"..."

Trebol and others sneaked in from the side door of the meeting hall, looked around carefully, and asked after confirming that the admiral had left.

"He... asked me to find a devil fruit."

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

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

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

Doflamingo recalled the oppressive look that Darren had cast at him just now, and his face was pale and hissed.

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