Chapter 73: Beihai, only Black and White
What is the most important thing when raising a wild wolf?
Is it to inspire its hatred for the Celestial Dragons and the World Government and cultivate its desire for blood?
Is it to allow it to kill recklessly and maintain its ferocity?
Or to give it a clear enough goal to train its hunting ability?
All of the above, but not entirely.
The most important thing when raising a wild wolf is to completely dominate it, constantly torture it, and let this gesture of submission be deeply engraved in the depths of its brain like a mark, becoming a habit and an instinct.
Let it remember forever who is its real master.
This is the most important thing.
Looking at the Celestial Dragon boy who bent down and kissed the back of his hand, Darren smiled with satisfaction.
"Very good, you are worthy of being my godson."
He rubbed Doflamingo's short golden hair affectionately, let him stand beside him, and took his hand and walked out of the dome hall with blood all over the floor step by step.
Outside the ancient villa.
Seeing their arrogant and unruly young master being pulled out by the black-haired navy like a real child, all the men of the aggressive Don Quixote family were shocked and stood there in a daze, as if in a dream.
"Dover... Is this your subordinate?"
Darren smiled and glanced casually at the thousands of mafia members present.
Doflamingo lowered his head and replied:
"Yes, Godfather."
Darren nodded and smiled:
"Very good, it can be regarded as an elite in the North Sea."
"Just one bad thing..."
Doflamingo whispered:
"Godfather, what do you mean?"
Darren's mouth curled up a sneer,
"You are my godson, a natural king, remember one thing..."
His eyes were stern.
"Except for me, anyone who sees you must kneel down!"
As soon as the words fell, a mighty aura like a deep abyss and a mountain burst out from the body of the naval colonel, gushing out indiscriminately and spreading in all directions.
The world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence at this moment, and all the colors quickly faded, leaving only black and white.
The wind was mighty and swept away everything.
All the members of the Don Quixote family, led by the four cadres Torrepol, Diamante, Virgo, and Pica, trembled violently under the impact of this aura like the abyss and the sea.
They felt the power in their bodies fade away silently, their brains went blank, their knees bent, and they knelt on the ground as if they were exhausted.
Ding ding dang dang...
Countless weapons fell from their hands, like dense raindrops falling to the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.
Torrepol and the other four knelt on one knee, gritting their teeth tightly, their faces extremely pale.
They looked at the domineering North Sea Admiral with horror, and an unbelievable thought came to their minds at the same time...
This strong impact from the soul was like facing the shock of thousands of troops and the roaring sea...
——This man's spirit has obviously become stronger than the last time! !
The world is changing, as if it is going to sweep across the entire North Sea.
At this moment, there are only two people left standing in the world.
Doflamingo, who was standing next to Darren, gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were filled with dense and hideous bloodshot, and his expression was changing, as if he was suppressing something.
The domineering aura in his heart was ready to move, but it was obviously suppressed!
"Dover, I'll wait for you in the Grand Line."
Darren turned his head and squinted at his godson, smiling.
The flawless white cloak roared and danced unscrupulously behind him, and the shadow it raised completely enveloped the figure of the blond boy.
Doflamingo lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes concealing his suppressed ambition and coldness, and he said respectfully:
"Yes, Godfather."
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In September 1492 of the Haiyuan calendar, under the order of Rogers Darren, the highest commander of the North Sea Navy and the North Sea Admiral, the North Sea Navy Fleet carried out a bloody suppression and cleansing of more than 20 well-known mafia families in the North Sea.
This action completely ended the chaos of the rampant underground forces in the North Sea for decades or even hundreds of years.
Within a week after the action, the Don Quixote family headed by Doflamingo effortlessly took the entire underground world of the North Sea into its pocket, and its power continued to expand, and soon developed into a behemoth that should not be underestimated.
Its industries cover arms smuggling, customs, gambling, espionage, intelligence trafficking and other industries, and its tentacles even extend to other seas and even the Great Channel.
From then on, a saying began to spread in Beihai:
"The world is colorful, but in Beihai, it is only black and white."
After that, the world recognized that the "chaotic Beihai" had entered a stable and peaceful order.
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"You are really a lunatic. If you let things go like this... Aren't you afraid that one day you will not be able to curb Doflamingo's ambition and be stabbed in the back by him?"
Beihai 321 Navy Branch, Base Chief's Office.
Flying Squirrel flipped through the intelligence documents in his hand, looking helplessly at his boss who was sitting there leisurely smoking a cigar, and had a headache.
The documents in his hand were about the movement caused by the Paradise Quixote family's annexation of major mafia industries in recent days.
The scale of the industry, the number of people, the countries and towns involved...all kinds of information were clearly listed in it.
"He dares not."
Darren replied nonchalantly, looking through the floor-to-ceiling glass at the other side of the sea.
The flying squirrel frowned:
"Are you sure? That kid doesn't look like a law-abiding person."
Darren slowly came back to his senses, looked at the flying squirrel, and smiled:
"It is because I know he will not be law-abiding that I feel relieved."
"The truly dangerous enemy is often not this kind of ambitious kid, but those seemingly insignificant guys who hide all their conspiracies in their hearts."
"Doflamingo is a very talented guy. I need him to help me stabilize the situation in the North Sea. The greater his power, the more benefits we will get."
"With his identity as a "celestial dragon" as a barrier, the Navy Headquarters, no, even the World Government will be afraid and dare not easily interfere in the affairs of the North Sea."
The flying squirrel pondered and said:
"Of course I understand this truth, but I have seen that guy, and I can see that he looks at you wrong..."
"I am worried that after you leave the North Sea, will he..."
Darren waved his hand to interrupt the flying squirrel and asked a seemingly irrelevant question instead.
"Do you know the spirit of the king?"
"The spirit that can only be born once in millions of people... is it the domineering Haki?"
"Yes."
Darren smiled:
"Doflamingo is the one who awakens the domineering Haki, which is why I chose him."
There seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes.
"Strength, speed, size, status... are all secondary."
"In this sea, the real decision of the final victory or defeat... is spirit."
"As long as my domineering Haki is stronger than his, he will never dare to rebel against me."
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