After Adam Royce's figure disappeared from the hall of the Don Quijote Family's residence, the huge conference hall fell into a long silence.
Smoke filled the air. The members of the Don Quijote Family did not dare to breathe too loudly. They watched their young master smoke one cigarette after another without saying a word.
Dead silence.
The atmosphere was stiff and heavy.
It even caused a layer of cold sweat to appear on the foreheads of Torrepole and Diamandi.
The young Don Quijote leaned back on the sofa, his eyes under the dark sunglasses quietly looking at the marble ceiling inlaid with high-end carvings. The cigarette in his mouth kept burning.
After a long time,
“咈咈咈咈咈······”
He suddenly sat up, put out the cigarette with one hand, and gently rubbed his temples with the other. A crazed smile appeared on his lips.
" Adam Lys, you're getting more and more interesting…"
Diamandi, who was standing at the side, said with a vicious gaze,"
"Dover, why didn't you let us teach him a lesson?”
" With our current combat strength, we still have countless subordinates outside. Let's not talk about killing that guy. We can teach him a lesson and let him know the power of our Don Quijote Family, right?"
Torrepole also dragged his voice slowly.
"I say…I think it's okay too. That guy is too disrespectful to you, Dover. How about I arrange for him to be killed on his way back to the base?”
Pika didn't say anything, but the way he took a step forward showed what he meant.
"Hmm?"
Doframingo raised his eyebrows.
Boom!
He suddenly flipped the glass coffee table in front of him and smashed it into pieces.
Countless glass shards flew out from the ground.
"Do you think I don't want to kill that guy?”
His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were filled with terrifying blood vessels. His expression was twisted and crazy.
His sudden display of anger caused Torrepole and the others to turn pale, their bodies trembling in fear.
"I want to kill that guy more than anyone else!”
Dorflemingo panted crazily, his sunglasses flashing with a suffocating killing intent, and his hands bent into a strange arc like chicken feet.
"But I'm not confident."
"We have been working with that damned guy for so many years, but we still know nothing about his true ability!”
"In the past one or two years, he has rarely made a move.”
"Do you still remember?"
"In the past year, we've sent at least eight people to the naval base in the North Sea to spy on Adam's Lys Demon Fruit's abilities and true combat strength.”
" Many of them are high-level assassins that we spent a lot of money to hire from the underground black market…"
As if he was going crazy, he grabbed his hair with both hands and gritted his teeth.
"But in the end, those people disappeared as soon as they entered the naval base.”
"We can't even find the corpse!"
"Should we kill that guy?”
"We don't even know what his Demon Fruit's ability is. Without enough information, how are we going to kill him?”
" Not to mention that he has the military resources of the entire North Sea in his hands. If he fails, the Don Quijote Pirates will have no place in the North Sea!”
"Once the North Sea Admiral is killed by the pirates, the navy headquarters will definitely not sit idly by!”
"-you idiots!"
Doframingo cursed in exasperation.
Torrebor and the others immediately fell silent out of fear, not daring to speak again.
Actually, they had also felt it just now.
That inexplicable dangerous aura that made their hearts turn cold.
Just as they were about to attack Adam Lys…
They all felt it.
Once he made a move, it was very likely that they would die.
"Let's forget about this matter, Vilgo. Just do as I said earlier. Prepare to join the navy.”
He turned his head and ordered.
Vilgo nodded.
"Yes, Young Master."
Doflemingo lit another cigarette.
Things were still going smoothly, and the Don Quijote family was constantly expanding its power.
However, the feeling of being led by the nose by someone else made him rather unhappy.
However, facing the mysterious Adam Lys, he couldn't think of any countermeasures for the time being.
That guy was too dangerous.
The strange change in his eyes just now made him feel a chill.
It was an indescribable sense of threat.
This was the first time he had met someone who could give him such a feeling.
It wasn't that he was powerful.
Instead, it was a sense of oppression created by intelligence, planning, and methods.
He clenched his fists.
Doflemingo suddenly laughed with a sinister look in his eyes.
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