The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 189 - 91: That Brat Doffy… He’s Grown

"Such a shame. Senor is the loyal subordinate of my godson, Doflamingo. Which means... he's also my loyal subordinate."

Darren spoke to Bullet with a half-smile.

"You've got no chance."

Bullet looked at Darren, then at the silent Senor, and scoffed.

"Try saying that again after you actually get out of here alive."

Darren shrugged and turned his eyes to Senor.

"So then, Senor... Tell me, how exactly does Doflamingo plan to get me out of here?"

Staying in captivity wasn't necessarily life-threatening—not for now. In fact, he could even continue to enjoy "Professor Queen's" special training sessions. After all, they'd already seen what happened to Monkey D. Luffy.

But Darren wasn't one to enjoy being held in the palm of someone else's hand.

More importantly, as his physique and internal organs grew stronger, his resistance to viruses had increased proportionally.

At this point, even if Queen injected him with a high-dose virus, the "side effects" had grown negligible.

Senor didn't answer immediately. Instead, he cast a wary glance at Bullet.

Seeing this, Bullet rolled his eyes and snapped irritably: frёewebnoѵēl.com

"What? This cell ain't exactly spacious. If you're gonna say it, just say it. If not, then forget it. You think I'm gonna cover my ears!?"

He waved his one remaining arm, making his Seastone cuffs rattle.

"Don't forget—I've only got one arm left. Can't exactly block both ears!"

Still bitter about that railgun blast that cost him his limb, huh...

Darren looked at the glowering, sharp-tongued Bullet and let out a soundless chuckle.

The savage air of a true battlefield warrior clung to him so strongly, it was easy to forget this guy was still just a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old kid.

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"Go ahead and speak, Senor... At least for now, the one-armed brute and I are allies."

Darren said with a grin.

Allies?

Senor blinked.

Darren was a Marine, a rising star no less—and yet he'd formed an alliance with Douglas Bullet, the "Nation Slayer"?

But then again, this man was the godfather of the North Blue's Underworld. It made a strange sort of sense.

After gathering his thoughts, Senor straightened up and spoke with gravity.

"Lord Darren, the Young Master knew I didn't have the strength to break you out of Kaido's grasp alone. So he gave me two tasks to complete."

"Oh?"

Darren raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

In the Dressrosa arc, Doflamingo's performance wasn't exactly stellar. Letting the real Flame-Flame Fruit be publicly displayed, failing to finish off Trafalgar Law, pushing Admiral Fujitora to rebellion, and ultimately losing to the Sun God's wild comeback...

But in truth, Doflamingo's cunning and vision placed him among the sharpest minds in the pirate world.

From dominating the North Blue, to monopolizing black market resources, manipulating the World Government with Celestial Dragon leverage to secure a Shichibukai title, and usurping the throne of Dressrosa—

These weren't mere stunts. Yes, his Celestial Dragon lineage helped, but so did his ruthless brilliance.

"Let's hear it," Darren said calmly.

Senor took a breath and began.

"First, I was to use my Devil Fruit ability to locate your exact position. If possible, I was to coordinate with you and support an escape from the inside. The Young Master said—his godfather is not the kind of man to wait passively for death."

Darren chuckled.

That brat sent help because he didn't want me dying at someone else's hands.

He wanted to kill me himself.

Darren could see right through Doflamingo's little game.

That arrogant, prideful child born of "divine blood" would never allow another to stand above him for long.

And it was that pride, that conceit, that stoked his desire to one day strike Darren down with his own hands.

Maybe, if that day ever came—if he truly managed to kill Darren—his Conqueror's Haki would break through to an entirely new realm.

"And the second task?"

Darren didn't comment on the first. He simply asked the next.

Senor looked up, locking eyes with him.

"To notify the Marines."

At that, Bullet frowned.

And a pleased smile spread across Darren's face.

That brat Doffy... he's grown.

Had he never met Darren, someone like him—so arrogant—would never have even considered alerting the Marines for help.

"Before I left the North Blue, we received covert intel that Marine Headquarters had already dispatched substantial forces to rescue you."

Senor reflexively reached for a cigarette—then stopped himself.

"...These forces include Admiral Sengoku the Buddha, former Admiral 'Black Arm' Zephyr, Vice Admiral 'Hero' Garp, and Rear Admiral Borsalino, nicknamed the 'Monster' within HQ..."

At that, Bullet couldn't hold back anymore.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell!?"

He lunged forward, eyes wide, lips twitching with disbelief.

"All three legendary forces of the Marines—coming to rescue you!?"

Sengoku, Garp, Zephyr—names that struck fear across the Grand Line.

Pillars of justice. Titans of strength.

Sengoku, the only serving Admiral, should have been holding down Marineford.

Zephyr, long retired, had withdrawn from the battlefield to train recruits.

And Garp? The hero who chased Gol D. Roger to the ends of the sea.

And yet—all three, along with the "Monster" Borsalino, mobilized just to rescue a Rear Admiral?

If he hadn't heard it himself, Bullet would've never believed it.

"Darren, you bastard... don't tell me—you're a Celestial Dragon?"

Darren snorted.

"Other than my shared taste for wealth, women, and power, I've got nothing in common with those pig-faced 'gods' who call themselves Celestial Dragons."

He turned back to Senor and smiled.

"So... you left a Vivre Card, didn't you?"

Senor's pupils shrank.

He took a deep breath to compose himself, reached into his suit, and pulled out a crumpled strip of paper, handing it to Darren.

"Yes, Lord Darren."

"This is one half of my Vivre Card. The other half, I entrusted to an Underworld informant bought off by the Donquixote Family."

"If everything's gone as planned, then by now, the other half should've already reached the Marines."

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To be continued...