Chapter 102: One Piece: Biggest Scum in Marine History - Chapter 101 + 102
**Chapter 3: Don't Let Me Down**
The crumpled newspaper fluttered gently to the ground.
The wind blowing from the window made the curtains flutter and wrinkle.
Doflamingo leaned on the soft leather sofa, with his palms on his forehead, quietly enjoying the breeze.
"Fufufufufu..."
The corners of his mouth gradually raised, and his deep laughter gradually amplified.
"Crazy... what a crazy..."
"Big pirate Byrnndi Waldo, he really killed him!! Fufufufufu!!!"
Thinking of the big pirate who easily crushed him like a ghost and god, and died in North Blue like this, Doflamingo felt extremely absurd and trembled from laughing.
Not far from the family meeting hall, Trebol and the others looked at the newspaper in their hands in shock, with unimaginable expressions on their faces.
"How about it, do you like it?"
A low voice with a smile came from far and near.
Hearing this voice, Trebol and the others shook, sending chills down their backs.
The violent explosion approached at an alarming speed, and a tall figure stepping on a silver metal skateboard descended from the sky and landed steadily.
The wide cloak of justice swayed and danced 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 Marine who was walking towards him step by step, and smiled.
Darren walked up to Doflamingo, looked down at him condescendingly, stretched out his left hand, and said with a smile:
"You are my godson... Joker."
"Always remember this, anyone who offends you will get the punishment they deserve."
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Remember, anyone."
Doflamingo was slightly taken aback.
Facing the black-haired Marine's staring eyes, he was silent for a moment, then knelt down on one knee, bent down, lowered his head, and gently kissed the back of the former's hand.
"Thank you, Godfather."
Darren smiled contentedly.
"Get up, has the situation in the underground world changed in recent days?"
Doflamingo stood up slowly and said in a deep voice:
"There hasn't been much change. Under the protection of the Godfather, the Donquixote Family has completely controlled most of the industries in the North Blue underground world."
"As for the Grand Line, many caravans and sea routes have been connected. I believe it won't be long before the flag of Don Quixote will be flying in the waters of the Grand Line."
"Well, pay attention to the speed of expansion. Grand Line is not North Blue. If it is too eager to advance, it will easily cause suppression from the Marine side."
Darren reminded, as if hinting at something.
Doflamingo froze for a moment, then nodded deeply.
Indeed, the Donquixote Family's influence has expanded too quickly, and it is easy to attract unnecessary attention.
He was able to be so unscrupulous in North Blue because of the protection of Darren, the veritable "King of North Blue."
But the Grand Line is different. The major branches code-named "G," as well as the Naval Headquarters with strong men, are not entities that the Donquixote Family can provoke now.
For the base chiefs guarding the various branches of the Grand Line, with the strength of their headquarters Vice Admiral, crushing the Donquixote Family is no different from crushing an ant.
"Be patient, Joker..."
Darren raised his hand and stroked Doflamingo's hair, smiling.
Doflamingo hesitated and asked:
"Godfather... when will you go to Marineford for training?"
"There is less than a week left, and I will leave two days early."
Darren wanted to look back at Trebol and the others, but those guys had disappeared without a trace.
"Before I leave, I have one thing I want you to do for me."
Doflamingo looked down, dark glasses covering the shadows in his eyes.
"Godfather, please tell me."
"Byrnndi Waldo died in North Blue. I need you to use all means and resources to find all clues about the Momo Fruit in the underground world, no, black and white."
Darren lit a cigar, and the ethereal smoke enveloped his deep-set face.
"Once you find clues, you can use any means to take the Momo Fruit at all costs."
Momo Fruit!
Doflamingo was shocked in his heart, but his face remained calm.
He had personally faced Byrnndi Waldo's strength, so he was naturally very curious about the Momo Fruit that could double its speed and volume.
He glanced at Darren indistinctly.
Could it be... Darren was planning for the Momo Fruit from the very beginning!?
"At your command, Godfather."
Doflamingo bowed his head.
"Well, then I will leave this matter to you."
Darren said something, turned, and walked out.
The metal brace 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 his head, causing Doflamingo's heart to stop beating.
"Joker..."
"Godfather, please tell me."
Doflamingo's heart beat wildly.
Darren watched Doflamingo bow his head in surrender, smiled, and said:
"I'll leave North Blue to you from now on."
"I have high hopes for you, don't let me down... okay?"
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 North Blue's new Marine admiral."
Darren dropped the words and looked away.
The magnetic field suddenly rioted, pushing the metal skateboard under his feet, shooting out with a bang, and the figure quickly disappeared into the distant clouds.
A riotous wind swept through the conference hall, blowing papers and curtains fluttering all over the sky.
Doflamingo knelt on the spot on one knee, panting heavily, and a thin layer of cold sweat had already oozed out from his forehead at some point.
"Joker... are you okay?"
"What is that bastard looking for you for?"
"..."
Trebol and the others sneaked in through the side door of the conference hall, carefully looked around, and after confirming that the Marine admiral had left, they asked.
"He... asked me to find a Devil Fruit."
Doflamingo took a deep breath and stood up with his hands on his knees.
He overtook the cigarette on the table with one hand, and after lighting it, took a few puffs fiercely, his eyes bloodshot.
"That guy... became stronger..."
Doflamingo recalled the oppressive look that Darren cast at the end just now, and hissed palely.
321 Branch, military hospital.
The doctor wearing glasses was an uncle in his fifties with a gentle demeanor, carefully examining Darren's wounds.
The crisscross wounds had grown new pink skin, which was a little itchy but not painful at all.
"Well, the wound has healed well. Basically, there is no major problem. Your physique is like a monster."
Having seen Darren's horrific recovery over the years, the doctor was still in shock.
"Thank you, Dr. Wells," Darren smiled. "I'm just used to getting hurt, and habit is a terrible ability."
"I see it," said Dr. Wells, putting away his medical equipment. "Would it be foolish for me to advise you to avoid combat in the future?"
Darren shrugged. "Maybe you don't believe it, but some things are beyond my control. Disasters always follow."
"Of course, as a Marine, getting injured is as common as eating and sleeping."
"Yeah?"
Dr. Wells shook his head and did not continue to argue about the topic.
"However, Darren, I still suggest that you do not engage in strenuous exercise in the short term. Well, I mean fighting with pirates or doing lifeless practices like you did before."
"I'll do my best," Darren smiled.
While washing his hands, Dr. Wells casually asked, "I heard you're going to Marineford?"
"Yes, going for training. The years at North Blue are enough."
Darren put on his shirt and buttoned it.
He picked up the cloak on the side and bowed slightly toward the back of the middle-aged doctor.
"These years, thanks to your care."
Wells paused for a moment while washing his hands, and the sound of running water was very clear in the quiet ward.
"Go ahead, Darren boy."
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"After so many years of practice, with countless scars on your body, I have rescued you no less than a hundred times... Isn't it for today?"
"Show those guys on the Grand Line what we North Blue men look like."
Darren put on his cloak, turned around, and walked out of the ward, beckoning and smiling.
"Of course!"
...
Morning after rain.
The sun was shining brightly, and the flowing clouds in the sky were flocculent. Bunches of golden warm sun penetrated through the sea of clouds, scattering a large area of light Madara, presenting a perfect Tyndall effect.
"How long will it take for the warship from the headquarters to arrive?"
Wearing a large cloak of justice, Darren walked to the military port of the 321st branch, blowing the cool sea breeze, and stretched in a comfortable mood.
"It's probably coming soon."
Flying Squirrel glanced at Darren and asked, "Dr. Wells has seen your condition?"
Darren grinned and said, "I've seen him. He told me to avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible."
"That's really good advice," Flying Squirrel raised his eyebrows.
Advice is good advice, but not very practical.
After all, Darren isn't a quiet guy.
A thought flashed in Flying Squirrel's mind, but his eyes were looking at the distant sea.
The sea in the early morning sparkled under the light of the morning sun, rippling with gorgeous brilliance.
Looking at the endless sea level, it seemed to be able to contain all ambitions and dreams, so that the deep part of Flying Squirrel's eyes couldn't help showing a touch of longing.
"Wait a little longer. No matter what, I will help you get a spot in the next session."
Darren saw his strangeness, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.
Flying Squirrel withdrew its gaze, exhaled lightly, and shook his head.
"North Blue needs someone they can trust."
Darren glanced at him, his face suddenly serious.
"Flying Squirrel... North Blue is important, but your growth is even more important."
"Power, status, fame, wealth... These things are all secondary. In this sea, the most important thing in the final analysis is strength."
"There are many people who can't see this clearly throughout their lives. I believe you are not such a person."
Listening to Darren's solemn words, Flying Squirrel felt a sense of warmth in his heart.
He clenched his fists and nodded.
The expression on Darren's face relaxed again and he smiled.
"I wonder who will lead the team this time?"
According to past practice, on the eve of the opening of the training camp, Marineford will send a general from the headquarters to various sea areas to receive and escort the new students in the training camp to avoid any accidents on their way to the headquarters.
Flying Squirrel smiled and said, "I know you were expecting Rear Admiral Sakazuki."
Darren moved his wrists and neck and said enthusiastically, "I've never been able to beat him. I couldn't beat him before when I was at North Blue, and I couldn't beat him even more since he graduated from the training camp."
"So you're so stupid that you want to be beaten?" A cold voice interrupted.
Gion walked quickly from a distance, followed by Kake, who was sleepy and yawning.
Darren smiled nonchalantly.
"Being beaten is also a kind of talent. Besides, after lying in the hospital for a few days, I felt like my body was getting rusty."
Gion wanted to say something else, but Flying Squirrel next to him suddenly spoke.
"Arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked up.
On the sea in the distance, a majestic warship gradually emerged on the golden sea level.
The wind suddenly picked up.
Roaring huge waves continued to rise in the port, and a violent wind visible to the naked eye rolled up on the land of the military port, making the flags make a crisp crackling sound.
"What happened!?"
"Is a storm coming?"
"Why did the climate suddenly change!?"
"..."
The Marines patrolling the military port looked at the strong wind with greatly changed expressions, their figures being torn apart and making them unsteady.
Flying Squirrel and others also looked at this scene in confusion, and subconsciously raised their hands to block the roaring wind.
Darren narrowed his eyes.
The hand that had been wearing black leather gloves suddenly poked out from the dark green storm and grabbed Darren's face.
Darren, who had already developed his magnetic field perception, had an interesting smile on his lips and took a side step to avoid the big hand.
There was a ferocious light in his eyes, and he leaned forward boldly, hitting out his elbow like thunder, almost breaking the hand.
Call--!
Darren's elbow fell into the air, and the arm actually disappeared before his eyes.
Behind you!
Without any hesitation, Darren knelt down, twisted his waist, and punched out with his backhand without even looking.
Boom!
The two fists collided heavily in mid-air, making a dull sound.
The surging airwaves spread out immediately, causing the white cloaks behind the two people to dance wildly toward each other.
"I heard that North Blue produced a 'monster' that could rival Sakazuki, and even killed the legendary pirate Byrnndi Waldo. Now it seems that the rumors are true."
Hearty laughter sounded, and a stern face of Haki was generated in the storm, and his figure emerged.
The long black hair was flying wildly, there were no eyebrows, and the face was cold and profound.
"This is our first meeting, Darren. Please forgive me for being reckless."
The man put away his fists, and the boldness in his smile made people feel good about him.
"Your name is so famous that I couldn't help but want to compete with you."
"I am the one who came to escort this time, Naval Headquarters Rear Admiral..."
He raised his hand in a military salute.
"Monkey D. Dragon."
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