Chapter 103: Indestructible? Haha.

The starlight was cold and gentle. It was clearly a quiet and leisurely military school dormitory.

Virgo's whole body was tense, and his hands could not help shaking slightly.

A bone-chilling chill ran up from his spine to his forehead, making his scalp numb.

Obviously, the man in front of him did not release a trace of domineering, but just stood there with a smile, but Virgo felt as if his throat was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and his breathing became difficult and heavy.

Chilled all over.

"Godfather, the young master asked me to convey his greetings to you."

Virgo did not dare to look up and look directly at the man's eyes, and whispered.

Darren slowly took out a cigar, bit it in his mouth and lit it.

A touch of enchanting scarlet lit up in the dark room.

"Well, I am very satisfied with Dover's recent performance."

"But you haven't answered my question yet."

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Vergo's forehead, and he hurriedly said:

"Yes, Godfather, choosing Vice Admiral Borsalino as the instructor is the order of the young master."

After getting the confirmation, Darren's mouth curled up a faint arc.

Dover is a smart kid.

Vergo's identity cannot withstand a thorough investigation.

As long as you investigate carefully, you can easily find out the relationship between Vergo and Doflamingo.

A member of the underworld, a pirate... actually sneaked into the navy as an undercover, and also entered the officer training camp known as the "cradle of generals".

You can imagine what will happen to Vergo once his identity is exposed.

Choosing Borsalino can avoid the disclosure of identity secrets as much as possible.

After all, with Borsalino's fun-loving personality, even if he noticed something, he would probably pretend not to see it and observe the development of the situation with a spectator's attitude.

"Well, this is a very wise choice."

Darren nodded.

"Since you are now a member of the navy, I will also give you a piece of advice."

Vergo lowered his head even lower:

"Please go ahead."

Darren smiled:

"Forget all your past identities, and then, fight for your life and climb up as much as possible."

Vergo was shocked.

"That's all I have to say."

Darren exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth.

After a pause, as if he had forgotten something, he looked at the guy who wiped his mouth clean but still had half a steak on his face, and his mouth corners pulled up.

"By the way, this is the lesson you learned from daring to attack me just now."

As soon as the voice fell,

Tsk! !

The sharp knife and fork suspended in the air suddenly shot out and pierced deeply into Vergo's thigh, and blood oozes out of his trouser leg.

Vergo groaned in pain, his body trembling, gritting his teeth but not daring to make a sound.

"Thank you for the lesson, Godfather."

His eyes were full of bloodshot, but his attitude was more respectful.

No response.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds...

The room was dead silent.

Vergo raised his head carefully and looked at the empty room, as if he was exhausted, breathing heavily.

He pulled out the knife and fork stuck in his thigh with trembling hands, and blood spurted out.

This "little lesson" just now could be easily avoided with his strength.

But he...

dared not hide.

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Navy Headquarters, Military Academy.

Chief Instructor's Office.

"Teacher Zefa, you're looking for me?"

Darren knocked on the door and pushed it open.

"Well, Darren, you're here."

Sitting behind his desk, Zefa raised his head from the pile of documents, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

"How do you feel about your first day as a specially hired instructor?"

Darren glanced at the obviously renovated bathroom at the end of the office, quickly retracted his gaze, and said with a smile:

"Not bad."

He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs casually, and lit a cigar.

This set of silky movements made Zefa's mouth twitch.

He shook his head and asked:

"I asked you to come here this time to discuss with you about the arrangement of Magellan. You also know that his devil fruit ability is very special..."

"No need to discuss, I will accept Magellan!"

Before Zefa finished speaking, Darren had already waved his hand to interrupt him.

Zefar was stunned.

I haven't even opened my mouth yet...you agreed?

He also carefully prepared some words to persuade this kid.

"Have you seen him?"

Zeff thought about it and quickly reacted.

"Well, that kid's ability is indeed a bit scary."

Darren nodded, but an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In just one hour, under Magellan's "poisoning", his physical strength increased by 0.3!

Although the process was somewhat difficult... the feeling of the toxin invading and corroding the internal organs of the body was no different from being cut into pieces.

But in exchange for the improvement of physical strength, Darren thought it was worth it.

It's just poison... At the beginning, he suffered all kinds of torture in the hands of the fat man in overalls.

"Yeah..."

Zeff didn't notice the smile on Darren's mouth, but just sighed:

"The power of the Poison Fruit is simply not something that ordinary people can withstand...I almost got hit by it. Fortunately, I was strong enough to resist it."

He said with a red face and a look of pride in his eyes.

Darren smiled and said:

"Really? But Teacher Zefa, I heard Magellan say... you just accidentally inhaled a little poisonous gas, and you had diarrhea for three days and three nights."

"..."

Zefa's expression suddenly solidified.

"Ahem..."

He coughed twice, skipped the topic and asked:

"So, are you sure you can withstand his poison?"

"I know that your physique is amazing, but toxins directly invade the internal organs and nerves... Your strong resistance to blows does not have much of a bonus in terms of resistance to poisons."

"And that boy's poison has a certain lag..."

Darren said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry, Teacher Zefa, don't forget... I am an "indestructible"... huh?"

Gululu...

His face suddenly stiffened, and a strange muffled sound came from his abdomen.

Zefa was startled.

Darren: "..."

Zefa: "..."

The two looked at each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.

Could it be...

I felt as if my abdomen was gradually turning into a ball and becoming overwhelming.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Darren's forehead, and he secretly said something bad.

"hehe."

Zefa looked at Darren meaningfully, and then pointed in the direction of the bathroom with a half-smile.

"Go ahead, it's been redecorated."

Before he could finish speaking, the Vice Admiral suddenly jumped up from the sofa and rushed directly into the toilet.

Soon a burst of crackling firecrackers came from inside, accompanied by a groan of gnashing teeth and... a low wailing.

"King Kong is indestructible? Haha..."

A proud smile gradually appeared on Zefa's face, he leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He looked like someone who had come before, and shook his head with a sigh.

"You're still too young..."

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