"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Do you think the kid today still has such courage? Tell me."

"It seems that he escaped from the original Freifans. He heard about our name from somewhere recently and wanted to defect to us. Looking at the bitter and hateful look on his face, we knew that he wanted to

Let us help him avenge himself."

"Freifans, it turns out that this is the country where aphrodisiac is endemic." Ming Ge suddenly said.

"That's right, that's right. If we hadn't been weak at the time, we might have been able to get a share of the pie."

Looking at that wretched face with mucus on his nose, Doflamingo was a little speechless. What was this stupid guy thinking about all day long? If it wasn't for the fact that he was still trustworthy, he would have kicked him.

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"Nothing to show for it." Brother Ming snorted coldly, "Didn't I hear that Flevans was exterminated and seemed to have been burned into a flaming Jedi? Why is there a survivor child now?"

"Hmm~, he said that he seemed to have escaped from the border secretly by hiding in a pile of corpses, and then he has been hiding in the slums of this country, and he recently moved to a nearby place."

"Finally, there's something that interests me. I'll go see these brats when I have time, but where are they now?" Brother Ming grinned.

"Still testing them, now they are all working under Corazon and Gladius, sucking."

Torebol sucked in the snot that was about to fall down.

"To be honest, I really hope Corazon won't torture these brats too badly this time, otherwise it would be bad if they were killed."

"Hmm~, it doesn't matter. In this world, the weak will always eat the strong. Only the strong are qualified to survive and become one of us."

Doflamingo couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it, spreading his theory, but then he frowned a little.

"But Corazon, he has gone a bit too far during this period."

"Yes, yes, you can become so cruel even if you can't speak. He is indeed Dover's younger brother."

"Do your job."

Doflamingo waved his hand, indicating that he could go out.

Torrebol felt bad and could only hang his head and go out in a depressed manner.

…

Just as he was leisurely approaching the place where their pirate ship docked as usual, a severe chill suddenly rose in his heart.

The mucus all over his body began to surge. When he threw it around, the mucus turned into huge water droplets and was launched like a cannonball.

"Who is it?!"

However, as if it was just his illusion, the surroundings remained as before, without any disturbance.

No, maybe this is the scariest place.

There was obviously no murderous intention, but Torebol was a little breathless under the pressure of this extremely solemn atmosphere.

"Eh? I didn't expect that you, a wretched uncle who is not very domineering, but still has such a keen sense, could actually detect me. I don't seem to have shown any murderous intention at all."

A short and slim figure walked out slowly. She had short black hair and a pair of black eyes, with a look of confusion on her face.
Chapter completed!