Chapter 235: Playing House
New World.
Moby Dick.
"Hahaha, what do you think, Newgate... This is a perfect plan, isn't it?"
Golden Lion stared at the tall man sitting in the main seat in front of him, his eyes full of ferocity and cunning, and he opened his arms and grinned:
"It's time to let the little devils of this sea see the horror of real pirates again!"
Marco and other members of the Whitebeard Pirates stood there in shock, their faces pale, and their hearts were in turmoil.
They couldn't believe what they heard.
This guy... actually planned such a crazy plan! ?
Is he crazy?
Golden Lion ignored their eyes directly.
For him, other people's opinions are meaningless.
"What do you think? We haven't joined forces for a long time... I miss the time when we were "fighting side by side" on the same ship..."
Golden Lion smiled sinisterly.
"... That was really a "beautiful" memory."
Whitebeard frowned.
He lifted up the huge wine jar and took a sip, then said expressionlessly:
"Have you finished talking?"
"I've finished a bottle of wine, you should leave, Shiki."
Golden Lion was stunned.
A flash of anger flashed in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Whitebeard said lightly:
"I have no interest in your plan, and I don't want to rashly go to war with the navy... If you want to do this kind of thing, do it yourself."
He glanced at Kozuki Oden.
"He will avenge Oden himself."
"This is his choice, and none of us will intervene, otherwise it will be the greatest insult to his samurai dignity."
"As for the friendship of your partners you mentioned..."
Whitebeard's eyes suddenly turned cold:
"If I remember correctly, we never had any friendship when we were on the same ship."
"I'm tired of the days of being on guard against being stabbed in the back by other partners."
As he spoke, he glanced at Marco and other crew members from the corner of his eyes, and a touch of tenderness flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Golden Lion narrowed his eyes.
He seemed to have noticed the look in Whitebeard's eyes when he looked at his crew.
"I see..."
His eyes turned with a sinister smile, and his tone was sarcastic:
"This is really a pity, Newgate... I had high hopes for you, but now I didn't expect you to have fallen to this point. It's such a pity."
"You, who have such a strong fighting power, actually want to play such a childish game of house in this sea of hegemony... Hahahaha!!"
Golden Lion's figure gradually floated up from the original place, flew into the air, and looked down at the people on the deck of Moby Dick from a high position.
"You just play house hypocritically like this!"
"Do you think that if you don't cause trouble to the navy, the navy won't cause trouble to you?"
"Hahahaha!! It's really stupid! Too naive!!"
"This world is ultimately a world of the survival of the fittest!!"
His eyes crossed the long distance and stared at the careless Whitebeard.
"Newgate, I originally thought that you and I were the same ambitious people."
"But now it seems that we can only drift apart!"
"When the real war begins, I want to see if you can still protect the group of little ghosts behind you like you do now! Hahahaha!"
As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the golden lion suddenly soared up and soon disappeared in the distant sky.
Leaving the solemn-looking white beard sitting there, silent for a long time.
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A few days later.
North Sea.
Bang! !
A military boot hit the flying squirrel's face heavily, and the exaggerated inhuman strength directly kicked him out.
Circles of white air waves exploded in the void, and the figure of the flying squirrel directly smashed more than a dozen towering trees before sinking deeply into the bottom of a mountain.
The majestic power aftermath suddenly spread, and the entire mountain seemed to tremble, and long cracks appeared on the rock wall at the bottom.
Smoke and dust rose up, and the sound of the flying squirrel coughing violently continued to be heard.
"You damn bastard... I've told you so many times not to hit me in the face..."
In the hole in the rock wall, the flying squirrel wearing sea stone shackles struggled to climb out of it, with a bruised face and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
Not far away, Darren's figure floated down from the sky and landed steadily.
He smiled and said:
"If you don't want to be hit in the face by me, just get out of the way."
The corners of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse in his heart.
I'm wearing these sea stone shackles, and it's good enough to barely maintain normal activities, okay! !
But he was too lazy to argue. After all, he would be beaten whether he argued or not, so he might as well save his energy.
The flying squirrel sat on the ground with his buttocks, without the demeanor and majesty of the North Sea Admiral, lying there with his legs spread out, gasping for breath.
"Not working again?"
Darren made a joke with a bit of bad taste when he saw his assistant lying there like he was beaten to death.
It must be said that the flying squirrel's talent is indeed quite good.
In just a few days, this guy has adapted to the suppression effect of the seastone. Even when facing his own attacks, he can occasionally do some subconscious blocking and evasion actions.
Well, although it was a crushing beating in the end, I was able to struggle a little.
"Why don't you go back to the headquarters? Is there nothing to do there?"
The flying squirrel complained unhappily.
Darren smiled and shrugged:
"Although there are indeed many credits to take in the course, there is still enough time."
"Besides, compared to cultural courses, I still think that helping the adjutant's training is much more important."
You are addicted to beating me... The flying squirrel rolled his eyes weakly.
"Okay, today's beating... no, today's seastone confrontation training ends here."
Darren said, and then summoned a metal skateboard, stepped on it, and under the effect of the magnetic field, it soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
Flying squirrel: "..."
You let it slip.
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Rubek Island.
Don Quixote Family, Resident Hall.
Doflamingo, Trebol and other cadres are meeting in the meeting hall to discuss the next step of future development.
"Who is it!?"
Doflamingo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his five fingers bent like chicken claws, and he swung them heavily in a certain direction!
Swish!!
Sharp cutting marks suddenly appeared on the walls and the ground of the meeting hall.
A tall figure walked out slowly from the darkness, and at this time he was tightly holding several sharp invisible threads with one hand, and sparks splashed on his skin. He smiled and looked at Doflamingo:
"Dov, I haven't seen you for a while, and your strength has improved a lot."
Seeing the visitor, Doflamingo's face changed.
He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and knelt on one knee.
The proud head drooped slightly.
"Hello, Godfather."
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