Chapter 78 Congratulations on Becoming One of the Noble Shichibukai

"Don Quixote Doflamingo?"

Upon hearing this name, the eyes of the five old stars on the other side of the phone flashed a cold light at the same time.

The image of a blond kid with a wild expression appeared in their minds.

They clearly remember that scene a few years ago.

The blond kid wearing sunglasses, carrying a bloody human head, climbed up the stairs to the sky step by step, came to them, and threw the head at their feet.

"This is my father's head. I want to become a Celestial Dragon again."

This is what he said.

"Darren, what is your relationship with Doflamingo?"

Topman Wuchuli's tone turned cold.

Darren smiled and said:

"Sir, my humble position has no direct relationship with Doflamingo."

"During Beihai's tenure in Beihai, the Don Quixote family he led rapidly developed and expanded in Beihai. Beiji has launched many crusade against it, but unfortunately none of them succeeded in the end."

"This is a dereliction of duty by a subordinate."

"But this also reflects that Doflamingo does have strong talent and potential... Since you are now preparing to find candidates for the King of the Shichibukai, I just think that maybe Doflamingo will be the candidate. A very good choice.”

"At least……"

He glanced at Crocodile with a half-smile.

"...His strength may be even more exciting."

Crocodile's face suddenly turned red and he gritted his teeth.

The five old stars fell silent at the same time.

They exchanged glances with each other, as if confirming some information.

Saint Topman Wuchuli narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

"Darren, Doflamingo is just a small pirate in the North Sea. He is not yet qualified to hold the title of King Shichibukai. He is not within our consideration range."

The smile at the corner of Darren's mouth was inexplicably cold.

"I understand, my lords."

"In that case, I won't bother you adults any more with my humble duties."

"Um."

Telephone bug communication is interrupted.

…

Snapped!

The phone bug in his hand was crushed, and a murderous intent flashed in Topman Wuchulisheng's eyes, and his tone was cold and authentic:

"Who does this brat from the Navy who knows nothing about heaven and earth, who does he think he is, that he wants to interfere with the selection of the King's Shichibukai?"

Wu Laoxing, holding a katana in his hand, sneered:

"Damocles...you don't believe what he says, do you?"

"We all know the strength of the Falcon very well. Although it has not yet reached the level of the strongest shield of the Celestial Dragons, it is definitely not something Crocodile can kill."

Topman Vauciuli Saint glanced at his friend and sneered:

"Of course I know, Saint Izanbalon V. Nasthurō."

"But what does it matter?"

If a CP0 agent dies, he dies. As the top leaders of the world government, they don't feel sorry for him at all.

"It's just that I didn't expect that this kid Darren would grow up so fast."

"His raid on the Ten Thousand Nations this time has caused too much commotion. Many franchising and non-franchising countries are uneasy about the navy possessing such ultra-long-distance strategic strike power..."

As soon as these words came out, the five old stars were silent and their eyes darkened.

There was a file placed in front of them.

On the front page of the file, there is Rogers Darren's name and photo.

Financial Martial God Izanbalon V. Nashoulang Saint gently stroked the purple-black demon sword with his thin fingers, and said with a gloomy look:

"The tide is beginning to change in the Navy."

"Under the influence of this brat Darren, the Navy once again showed signs of being faintly out of our control."

"Especially the brats of the younger generation, each one is more unruly than the other."

The blond-haired Five Star Shepard Ten Peter suddenly said:

"At least Porusalino still obeys our orders, right, Saint Satan?"

He looked at another Five Old Stars.

The man was wearing a black suit, with white curly hair, a fluffy white beard, a black flat hat, and an old cane in both hands.

God of Science and Defense, Saint Jaygolusia Satan!

Saint Satan nodded and said in a cold voice:

"Polusalino has always obeyed the government's orders, and he has always carried out the tasks assigned to him to imprison and supervise Vegapunk."

Saint Topman Vauchuuri, also known as Saint Damocles, smiled and said:

"Maybe we can use this to... create conflict between the two of them."

The Environmental Martial God and Five Elder Star Markas Mazsheng with a long white beard shook his head and said:

"The most important issue at hand is still the plan of the King's Shichibukai."

"The little brat Darren has grown up... His threat to all nations is no less than that of the Golden Lion."

"The existence of the King's Shichibukai can, on the one hand, contain pirates in the new world, and on the other hand, it can also be used to contain the navy."

"But we can't push Darren too much," the blond star said suddenly.

"So, the method back then can no longer be used for the time being." Saint Satan said with lowered eyes.

"Yes, he is not Zefa after all."

Saint Topman Wuchuli said slowly:

"With his character, if we push him hard, we will get an enemy that is crazier and more difficult than the Golden Lion."

His eyes flashed with confidence and wisdom of controlling everything.

"In fact, this kid's character is also a good thing for us."

"Power, status, fame, women... Since he is greedy for these things, we will give them to him."

"As long as he has desires, we can easily control him."

"The most troublesome thing is those guys who are stubborn."

Hearing this, the other five elders smiled.

"Agree."

"Agree."

"Agree."

"Second."

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Darren looked at the military Den Den Mushi that was slowly falling asleep, sneered, and crushed the Den Den Mushi in his hand.

"It's really infuriating... these old guys."

He slowly exhaled a dragon-like smoke, turned his head to look at Kaji and others who looked dazed, and grinned:

"Isn't the matter solved now?"

Kaji: ...

The navy: ...

Ignoring them, Darren turned around and walked towards Crocodile.

"You heard it, Crocodile."

Darren came to Crocodile, squatted down, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face.

"It seems that I can't kill you, what a pity."

Crocodile glared at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me like that... When you killed the navy, you didn't care about their feelings."

Darren shrugged helplessly.

"However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped."

"You must have killed a lot of navy and civilians from the Grand Line to the New World... So, it's not too much to leave something behind, right?"

Crocodile was stunned.

Before he could react, Darren's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly pulled out Yan Mo and cut it off with a knife! !

Swish! !

A broken hand flew upside down.

Crocodile's brain was blank for a moment, and then he felt unprecedented pain, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he roared in pain.

"Ahhhhhhh!! You bastard!!!"

His body was shaking on the ground, his right hand tightly covering his left wrist, and the bright red blood couldn't stop oozing out from between his fingers.

"Well, this is in line with the plot..."

Darren said a joke that only he could understand.

"By the way, I'll give you a suggestion. This broken left hand can be equipped with a golden hook, so that it looks more like a pirate."

"In addition..."

He raised his military boots and stepped on Crocodile's chest. In the latter's eyes, he leaned over and said in a low voice:

"Remember, I don't kill you, not because of the order of those five old immortals."

"Believe me, I have such ability... Even if I kill you here, they will only scold me at most, which is not painful for me."

"I don't kill you because I have higher expectations for you."

"Remember, Crocodile..."

Darren's eyes did not hide his burning ambition.

"From now on, you are one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

"You can continue to make trouble, challenge Whitebeard, or even challenge Roger, I won't care... I can even guarantee that the Navy and the World Government will not cause you any trouble."

"But remember one thing... You don't obey the Navy's orders, nor the World Government's orders, you only obey my orders."

Crocodile was struck by lightning and his pupils shook violently.

This guy... What a huge ambition!

"It seems you understand."

Darren smiled, took out a brand new gold-plated cigar from his pocket, put it in Crocodile's mouth, and lit it for him.

Then he helped Crocodile to tidy up his slicked-back hairstyle, and then slowly stood up.

Under Crocodile's stunned expression, the Navy Vice Admiral showed a brilliant and mocking smile:

"Then, congratulations, Crocodile."

"From this moment on, you are the honorable Seven Warlords of the Sea."

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