Chapter 51 Mingge's Courage

Blood and brains mixed together, creating a cruel color.

The pointed-toed shoes stepped on the blood-red mud, and the blond boy with blood on his face showed morbid joy and satisfaction, laughing wildly.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaa..."

At this moment, when the members of the Phils Mafia family looked at the ferocious young man, they felt unprecedented fear in their hearts, their faces turned pale, and they even subconsciously stopped moving their hands.

"This kid..."

"devil……"

"He is a devil..."

Burning ruins, collapsed buildings, swaying black smoke, twisted flames...

The blond boy stood next to a headless corpse, like a devil emerging from blood and fire.

Torrebol and other family officials looked at Doflamingo's back with extremely hot admiration and pride in their eyes.

This... is the king they are willing to surrender to!

How dazzling!

Like a rising star, shining and dazzling.

The majesty and light he exuded, as well as his naturally noble and sacred blood, deeply impressed each of them.

A cold smile appeared on Doflamingo's lips, he stepped directly over Phil's body and continued walking forward.

The fingers of his hands kept moving, as if they were connecting to something.

As he moved, it seemed as if some extremely sharp weapon was constantly passing through the void, leaving smooth cuts on the streets, on the walls of the buildings, on the ground...

At the same time, in front of him, a dozen members of the Phils gangster family all froze in their movements.

A line of bright red, dazzling blood gradually enlarged from their throats.

They couldn't react at all, and they felt that the world in front of them suddenly began to tilt and turn upside down.

Then,

They see their own bodies.

I saw my shoes.

Doubts appeared in their dull, gradually dilated pupils.

Finally lost its vitality.

Their heads are separated from their bodies.

laugh! !

On the headless corpses that stood motionless, blood spurted out like fountains from the incisions on their necks, spreading all over the ground.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

Doflamingo laughed more and more crazily.

In the fearful eyes of the Phils family, he continued to move forward, spreading blood, pain and cries along the way.

"Then...kill them all."

Doflamingo smiled and gave the order.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the pirates of the Don Quixote family flashed with crimson and crazy light.

Like wild beasts that were extremely hungry, they attacked without mercy. In just a few moments, dozens of gang members from the Phils family fell to the ground and died.

So the one-sided massacre began.

On the originally bustling streets, blood flowed like a stream, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Doflamingo stood in the middle of the street,

Looking at the purgatory-like scene in front of me,

I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. This is the life I want... In a chaotic world, all evil derivation, only the winner can move to the final stage!!"

"What an interesting world!! What a wonderful world!! Haaaaaaaaaah!!"

He opened his hands wildly, and his body, which was less than 1.5 meters tall, exuded a domineering, cruel and unruly aura.

The smell of smoke, sweat, gunpowder, blood, corpses and fear was everywhere.

This is his favorite flavor.

The smell of chaos.

In the burning town, he saw the eyes of the members of the Phils family looking at him.

Fearful, surrendered, trembling, eyes that dare not look directly.

Yes, that's the look.

The despicable ants living in this world should look at me like this.

Father, have you seen it?

This is the look that untouchables should be giving us.

This is the life we, the noble Celestial Dragons, should enjoy.

In a daze, Doflamingo seemed to remember that time.

He still remembered the smell of blood, the stench of sweat and gunpowder smoke, the deafening screams, the vicious and hateful curses, and the distorted faces that were constantly swaying in the flames.

The untouchables who were supposed to be kneeling on the ground held torches and arrows in their hands.

But they, as the great Celestial Dragons, the noble Don Quixote family, were tied to the city wall like pigs and beasts, and were almost burned alive! !

Father, you are wrong! !

you are wrong! !

I'm right! !

Doflamingo clenched his fists, and his sunglasses shone with a cold and cruel light.

Tear! !

A pale thunder suddenly tore open the dim sky, completely illuminating the hellish world.

The storm that had been brewing for a long time finally came, and it started to rain heavily in the gloomy sky.

Thunder and lightning.

Wow…

The torrential rain washed away everything on the earth.

Washed with blood,

Patting the corpse,

Doused the flames.

The thunder in the sky gradually became deafening, covering the shouts and wailing in the streets.

The killings gradually began to subside, and the massacre entered its final stage.

With the death of their leader, and in the face of Doflamingo's overwhelming strength, the members of the Phils family had already lost the courage to continue fighting.

They kept begging, even kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

But what greeted them was only the ruthless knives of the Don Quixote family.

Half an hour passed quickly.

The sudden rainstorm disappeared suddenly.

On the streets washed by the rain, white mist emerged from the ruins of buildings everywhere, red blood seeped into the gaps between bricks and stones, and corpses fell on the ground in all directions.

I don’t know when,

He was the only one standing on the street.

The rain dripped from his hair, clothes and trouser legs to the ground.

Around him, Torrebol and other members of the Don Quixote family knelt on one knee on the ground, with respectful expressions, the weapons in their hands were still dripping with blood, quietly waiting for their king to give orders.

"Go, take over this island."

The smile on Doflamingo's face had faded, and he said coldly:

"Try not to use violence against civilians. Let this island know clearly that the arrival of our Don Quixote family will only bring them a more stable life."

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to curb the urge to destroy everything in his heart.

But he knew he had to control himself.

Lubeck Island, no, the North Sea is just the beginning.

Before setting foot on a wider world, he knew that he had to make as much primitive accumulation as possible.

Wandering around the world?

Continuously plundering towns one by one?

That's what low-level pirates would do.

Territory!

Power!

Resources!

Grabbing everything step by step, controlling enough resources and power, one day, the whole world will kneel before him, Doflamingo!

And before that, he must try to restrain himself.

Hearing this, the members of the Don Quixote family looked at him with more admiration, and bowed their heads in submission.

Only those who control their desires and impulses are worthy of their lives to follow!

This is their young master.

"Pa pa pa pa..."

At this time, an untimely applause sounded.

The people of the Don Quixote family were stunned at first, and then turned around with a vigilant face and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a tall and straight figure standing on the top of a building ruin at some point, clapping his hands and looking down at their young master with interest.

"Good spirit and vision."

"The faces of pure playboys and those who are determined to do great things are completely different."

"You... are very good, Doflamingo."

The black-haired young man smiled.

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