Rubek Island.
The base of the Don Quijote Family was located in a building in the center of the island.
The lavishly decorated buildings were surrounded by empty streets. There weren't many shops. It was obvious that the commoners on this island were subconsciously staying away from this place.
When Adam Royce arrived in front of the Don Quijote Family's building, he keenly noticed that although the building seemed to be empty, there were actually many spies and guards hiding in the dark.
Although he had yet to awaken the legendary domineering aura of sight and sight, Adam Lys, who had climbed up from the bottom to his current position with difficulty, was especially sensitive to killing intent.
Although these people were all experts in the underworld, they could not hide from him.
" It seems that after a month or two, that little brat Doflemingo's power is getting bigger and bigger…"
" Constantly recruiting soldiers and buying horses, tsk…"
Adam Lys shook his head and didn't take it to heart.
These were just the peripheral members of the Don Quijote family. Their combat strength might be strong for ordinary people, but in his eyes, they were vulnerable.
If he wanted to, he could kill all these guys who were secretly watching him in a minute.
However, he didn't come here today to cause trouble.
At this moment, the sound of hurried running could be heard from behind.
After a while, Gion ran to Adam Lys 'side, panting.
"Do you understand?"
Adam Lys teased.
Gion glanced at him and snorted coldly.
Adam Lys shook his head and didn't argue too much with this girl.
"Wait for me here later. I'll take full responsibility for the discussion.”
He arranged in a deep voice.
"But-"
Gion subconsciously wanted to retort, but Adam Royce glared at him sternly.
"Lieutenant Colonel Gion, this is an order."
"You wait here and be responsible for my safety. Don't let anyone get close to this building.”
Gion glared at him, but in the end, he could only nod his head hatefully.
This shameless fellow used 'orders' to scare me all day long. I'll teach him a lesson when I return to the headquarters!
Knowing that he couldn't deal with this despicable and shameless boss, Gion could only use the great mental victory method in his heart and draw a circle to curse Adam Lys.
Suddenly-
A hoarse and deep laugh suddenly sounded behind Adam Lys.
" Hehehe, Admiral Adam Lys, Dover is already waiting for you-"
Boom!
Before the man could finish his sentence, he was sent flying backward and slammed into the wall of the building like a mosquito.
The terrifying impact caused the entire building to shake slightly, and the dust on the walls fell.
" I've told you many times, I don't like people suddenly appearing behind me and talking so close to me, Torrepole…"
Adam Lys withdrew his leg elegantly and said coldly.
He lit a cigar and took a deep puff, squinting at the sticky figure hanging on the wall.
The nearby Gion was dumbfounded.
Adam Lys 'attack was too fast. She did not even have time to react.
She looked at Adam Lys with her beautiful eyes and thought to herself,'So this guy is hiding even more power…'
Torrepole, who was covered in mucus," slid " off the wall. He coughed violently and forcefully swallowed the blood in his mouth.
"I said…I said…I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
Torrepole clutched his chest with one hand and looked at Adam Lys with fear in his eyes as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
Adam Lys exhaled a mouthful of dragon-like smoke and said indifferently,"
"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
Torrepole hurriedly nodded. He no longer dared to provoke this god of death and obediently walked in front.
The two of them slowly entered the base of the Don Quijote Family.
The gilded ancient wooden door slowly opened. Under the hostile gazes of the peripheral members, Adam Lys walked into the main hall of the encampment.
Whoosh!
In the next moment,
The strange sound of air being torn apart rang out silently.
Adam Royce bit on his cigar, but his movements were swift and fierce. He suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist.
Clang!
A bright spark blossomed in front of him, and it was as if there was an invisible blade in the air that was firmly blocking Adam Lys's military saber.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Is this how you welcome me, Doflemingo?”
Adam Lys's long and narrow eyes narrowed as he moved the military saber away. A short figure with short golden hair entered his sight.
A 13 or 14-year-old kid, who was only about 1.4 meters tall, sat on an expensive leather sofa with his legs crossed.
He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and the corners of his mouth curled into a crazy sneer. He held a lit cigarette in one hand and curled his fingers gently in the other as if he was controlling something.
Don Quijote Dofranmingo!
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