Chapter 152 Father and Son

The slightly dark and cold lobby of the residence.

The chandelier emits a cold light, casting shadows on the figures.

"Dover, how have you been recently?"

Darren sat down on the soft leather sofa without hesitation, crossed his legs, lit a cigar, and asked casually with a smile.

Torrebol and other Don Quixote family cadres stood in the shadows tremblingly, not daring to breathe, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

They carefully peeked at Darren's figure. The latter just sat on the sofa so casually, and a terrifying sense of oppression came over them.

It was like a lazy beast, which could burst up at any time and tear everyone present to pieces.

'This guy is getting more and more terrifying...'

Thinking of the rumors about Darren that he had heard from Senior during this period, and the latter's madness and bloodiness in the headquarters of the Beast Pirates...

At this moment, Torrebol and others no longer dared to have any rebellious thoughts about Darren, only deep fear.

Doflamingo calmly sat opposite Darren, took the gold-plated cigar thrown by the latter, bit it in his mouth, and smiled:

"Thank you for your concern, Godfather."

"With the full support of Admiral Flying Squirrel, the family's business and power have developed quite well."

Darren smiled and shook his head:

"No, I don't care about the development of the Don Quixote family. I believe in your ability. Otherwise, I would not have been assured to hand over the underground world of the North Sea to you."

"I am more concerned about your growth. After all, you are my godson."

He glanced at the blond boy in a pink feather coat in front of him, feeling the strength of the biomagnetic field he exuded.

"Now it seems that you have not disappointed me. You have indeed grown a lot..."

He raised his hand and simply gestured a height, and smiled:

"I still remember that when I left the North Sea a few months ago, you were only this tall. Now you are almost 1.8 meters tall."

Darren was not too clear about Doflamingo's exact age, but he was estimated to be around twelve or thirteen years old.

But the growth rate of a kid of this age is extremely fast, not to mention a natural "dark king" like Doflamingo.

In Darren's opinion, Doflamingo at this time has undergone earth-shaking changes in both size and breath compared to when he left the North Sea.

In particular, the strength of the biomagnetic field has become exponentially stronger.

And the rebellious aura he exudes, as well as the coldness and brutality between his eyebrows, have gradually overlapped with the domineering "Seven Warlords of the Sea" in Darren's memory.

No wonder even the flying squirrel can't sit still.

This kid's growth is indeed a bit unbelievable.

"That's good."

This is really great.

Doflamingo pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Although he remained calm on the surface, he was actually full of doubts in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what Darren meant by this sentence.

"Are you confused about your practice recently?"

Darren suddenly spoke, spitting out a dragon-like smoke from his mouth.

Doflamingo raised his eyebrows.

What does this mean?

He suppressed his doubts and uneasiness and said slowly:

"It's not bad. I have always maintained hard training. While working hard to develop the devil fruit, I have not neglected the training of physical fitness."

"Oh?"

Darren's mouth curled up.

His figure disappeared on the sofa without any warning.

Doflamingo's pupils shrank into fine needles in an instant, and the muscles all over his body were tensed at this moment.

Like a taut bow, tightened to the extreme.

An unprecedented sense of threat came over him, causing a layer of fine cold sweat on his back.

Can't see clearly...

Can't catch Darren's speed at all! !

In the blink of an eye, Doflamingo relied on his body's instinct to hook his five fingers into claws and subconsciously grabbed the void in front of him!

Clang! !

A large piece of sparks flew up, illuminating the arrogant and domineering face of the black-haired navy.

Five nearly transparent sharp threads firmly pressed against his open hand, and the threads reflected a faint cold light under the light.

The threads were enough to cut through rocks and steel, but they could not cut through human flesh at this time.

"Young Master!!"

"What do you want to do!?"

"Damn it!!"

Torrebol and others only reacted at this time, and their faces suddenly changed as they drew their weapons.

"Stop!"

Doflamingo suddenly stopped their actions coldly.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his cheek from his forehead, and the sunglasses reflected Darren's handsome face with a smile... Doflamingo took a deep look at Darren, and then laughed sinisterly:

"Hey hey hey hey hey... Don't be nervous, the Godfather just wants to test the results of my practice."

Hearing this, Torrebol and others were stunned, and they looked at Darren in doubt.

Test the results of practice?

But the murderous intent just now, like a sea of ​​blood and corpses, almost suffocated them.

However, out of trust and obedience to Doflamingo, they took a deep breath, put away their weapons, and stepped back a few steps.

They knew very well that if this navy really wanted to kill Doflamingo, they would not be able to stop him even if they joined together.

Seeing this scene, Darren smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, the reaction is quite good, and the strength..."

He tightened his five fingers at any time, and pulled the sharp silk threads lightly.

In the almost frozen eyes of Torrebol and others, the silk threads that were so tough that they could not be destroyed were pulled out of twisted arcs by Darren's fingers.

"...It has also improved a lot."

Darren looked at the blond boy in front of him with satisfaction and smiled:

"It can be seen that you have not slacked off during this period. As your godfather, I am very pleased."

"Dover, you must remember that industry, business, management, power, territory... These seemingly high-ranking glitz are actually secondary."

He pointed to the corridor leading to the banquet hall, and could faintly hear the clinking of glasses and toasts from there from time to time.

"Some people spend their whole lives rolling in the so-called power and glory. They claim to be successful and great, but in the eyes of the real strong, they are as humble as ants."

"Don't be blinded by the success in front of you. This sea is ultimately a cold jungle that follows the law of the jungle. Only with strong strength can you truly stand above the sky."

"Now... try to attack me. Taking advantage of this time to come back to the North Sea, I can give you some guidance on your practice."

"Otherwise, I am too unreliable as a godfather."

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