Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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Ghost Shark took the pointer, looking down at the pointer with an arrogant gaze, exuding an aura that could not be refused.

Before they could respond, it spread its wings and slowly rose into the sky.

Only after she walked away did the sailors from branch G5 breathe a sigh of relief, wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads, and lose their appetite.

Lieutenant General Vergo was amiable and approachable, and his only request was that he be addressed as "Mr. Vergo".

How could someone like that be an undercover agent?

On the other side, Guo Tou hurriedly left the cafeteria, ran back to his office, took out a Den Den Mushi (snail phone), and prepared to tell Vergo to leave Dressrosa as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a blood-red spear as thick as a wrist shot out and pierced the Den Den Mushi.

Chapter 111 The Don Quixote Family Banquet (Please Subscribe)

The new world, the fairy kingdom of love and passion, Dressrosa.

Doflamingo, as always, slumped on the sofa by the pool, basking in the sun while flipping through the latest newspaper, occasionally letting out a strange laugh.

Beside him, family officials gathered for a special meal to welcome Vergo.

“Young Master, this is the proceeds from the human auction house presented by Disco this month.”

A tall woman with long, wavy, grass-green hair took off her thick-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of golden-rimmed eyes just like Hawkeye's.

"Fufufufufu, give him an extra 20% profit."

Doflamingo smiled and reached out to place his hand on the head of the little girl next to him who was wearing a red bear shawl.

"Hmm? Would you like some grapes?"

The little girl with the bob haircut stretched out her finger, which had four grapes embedded in it, and waved it at Ming Ge, asking curiously.

"No need, sugar."

Doflamingo looked up, glancing at Monet, who was dressed in a bikini, and said with a wicked smile, "The money a weapons dealer makes is more than the money a thousand human slaves can sell."

"Human auction houses are slowly falling behind the new era. In a few years, we'll just give them to Disco."

"Yes, young master!" Monet nodded with a smile, then sat on Doflamingo's lap with her buttocks sticking out.

Since entering this country two years ago, Doflamingo has used a series of methods to purge the opposition remaining within its borders, and has accumulated power through human trafficking, arms dealing, drug trafficking, and so on.

Today, the Donquixote Family is developing as planned, controlling numerous industries around the world, with influence in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, making them arguably the most powerful of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

"Vergo, it's rare for you to come back. Any interesting news from the Navy lately?"

Doflamingo glanced at the beach chair to the side, where a man with a buzz cut wearing sunglasses sat upright, a metal spoon stuck to his face, looking serious and out of place with the surroundings.

It was none other than the G5 branch commander, Lieutenant General Onitake, Vergo!

“Nothing serious.” Vergo frowned as he noticed the slight wrinkles on his right collar, then quickly smoothed them out. “However, Specter arrested the Fallen… Lieutenant General Dolo a couple of days ago because of his indiscriminate killing of civilians.”

"Is it this woman again?" Doflamingo smiled.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his thigh. He saw that Monet's body was covered in white snow, and her eyes were bright. "Young Master seems to care about her a lot."

"Be close to your family, and even closer to your enemies."

“Dover was right. Luckily, I brought the Ghost Shark’s internal data with me,” Vergo nodded.

“You’ve never given it to me.”

"Oh, then I must have given it to Monet."

“No, you never gave it to me either,” Monet retorted directly.

"Fufufufufu." Doflamingo laughed. "You forgot again, Vergo."

Bang bang bang!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Beside the pool, a maid with a cigarette in her mouth and tears streaming down her face transformed her hands into Gatling guns, wildly firing at a man in a black coat who looked a lot like Ethan.

The person being chased by Baby-5 was none other than Gladius, who belonged to the Spade Pica Special Forces.

"Never forgive!"

"How many times have I told you, baby-5, they just want to scam you out of your money!" Gladius yelled, running over to Señor, who was surrounded by beautiful women.

"Think about it carefully. You're already 60 million Berries in debt, and you've subscribed to over forty unnecessary newspapers. The people trying to scam you into marriage stretch from King's Heights to Greenwich. Wake up a little!"

Click! Baby-5's Gatling gun quickly transformed into a sniper rifle with a scope. The maid, while weeping and pleading, aimed at Gladius, who had a Saiyan hairstyle.

"But, but they need me!"

Before she could pull the trigger, a bamboo stick, adorned with an imposing aura, smashed her to the ground. When she looked up, she saw Vergo looking down at her.

“Baby-5, you are the youngest child in the family, and you are the one I want to protect.”

Vergo's gaze was cold, and he raised the bamboo stick high, his expression reminding Baby-5 of the times he was punished by Vergo when she did something wrong as a child.

"But I will not allow you to point your weapons at your own people!"

Just as Vergo's bamboo stick was about to fall, a voice suddenly came from behind to stop him.

"Stop, Vergo."

Doflamingo smiled and led the way into the banquet hall. "It's family dinner time now, so cheer up and don't be so serious."

Vergo nodded upon hearing Doflamingo's words, and as he turned, he calmly glanced at Baby-5, his face clearly saying, 'Remember my words.'

"Fufufufufu." In the banquet hall, Doflamingo looked at everyone...

The Don Quixote family, gathered together, were in high spirits, their faces beaming with joy.

On the table, the fennel lamb chops were pan-fried to a tender perfection, their aroma simple yet elegant. A rich mushroom broth was poured over them, and fried shrimp, fruit custard, and chili meat were arranged in order. A ceremonial checkered tablecloth was laden with a collection of rare and luxurious imported red wines.

"Dover, this is what you like to eat."

Suddenly, a disheveled man draped in a blue quilt, wiping his long snot, fawned over and brought over a roasted grouse placed on a leaf.

Doflamingo's eyes immediately lost their light. "Trebol, don't get so close. You can keep this chicken for yourself."

Torrepol seemed not to hear, his snot running longer and longer, almost sticking to the roast chicken, as he lewdly said, "This was carefully prepared by the cook, don't waste it."

Doflamingo's face bulged with veins, and he trembled with rage. "Eat it yourself! Can't you hear me? And stay away from me."

"Alright, Doflamingo." Torrepol sighed. He wouldn't even eat the food that had been kindly brought to him. What a willful man.

"Vergo, eat more. It's been a long time since we had a meal together."

Seeing Trebol leave, Doflamingo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his smile returned.

"A family gathering? That sounds nice," a voice rang out.

“Indeed, it’s quite good.” Doflamingo nodded, then paused, the voice both strange and familiar. He turned to look.

Click!

A flash of light shone from nearby, forever freezing the scene of the Don Quixote family gathering.

The person put down the Den Den Mushi and smiled, revealing a head of long, snow-white hair with several scripture ribbons swaying in the wind.

A ghost shark?!

Doflamingo broke out in a cold sweat, staring intently at the balcony.

"Hey, young master, what's wrong with your complexion?"

As soon as Monet finished speaking, he looked behind him and froze on the spot, his face turning deathly pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"Specter?!" Doflamingo jumped up from the bench and assumed a fighting stance.

"What are you doing in Dressrosa, woman?"

Chapter 112 Believe it or not, I'll defect to the enemy! (Please subscribe)

The cadres suddenly stood up and surrounded the ghost shark.

Pica blended into the castle, Monet exhaled a chill, and the Donquixote family's fighting skills were quite good; one of the fish-men wearing boxer shorts even raised his high heels.

"Fufufufufu." Doflamingo's shoulders twitched as he laughed.

“It’s that guy, Piccolo, right?” He swaggered down, crossed his legs, and gave a wicked look. “It must be him! Only his actions lately could make the legendary successor of the Navy unleash such killing intent.”

"It seems you know quite a lot."

Ghost Shark effortlessly evaded the officers' encirclement, kicking Sugar, who was approaching, so hard that he was embedded in the wall and coughed up blood, his face incredibly arrogant.

The girl in the nun's habit pulled a circular saw from her back and walked step by step toward Doflamingo, the wind she stirred seeming to howl and roar.

As they drew closer, the ghost shark's eyes slowly revealed two crimson streaks, like lightning piercing through a storm, its mountain-like aura overwhelming.

Despite simply walking over, Doflamingo's expression turned extremely serious, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Some people can only be truly terrifying when faced with them in person.

What a terrible bastard.

He then felt ashamed for having such thoughts.

No matter how strong this woman is, can she be stronger than Kaido, or even Big Mom?

Even if they killed the pirate admiral Shiki, that kind of crippled legendary pirate...

And at this moment...

"What a joke!" He glanced at his family members who were now sprawled out in disarray, veins bulging on his face, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I am one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Heavenly Demon!"

"Lower the rogue line!"

From top to bottom, Dover skillfully created five nearly transparent filaments from his fingers, which shot out like powerful laser beams.

"Leaping Waves!"

Ghost Shark calmly unleashed a dazzling golden arc, easily deflecting Future's attack that pierced through Law. The remaining threads then pierced through several layers of floor with a crisp, explosive sound, leaving five tiny holes.

How can it be!

Young Master is destined to become the Pirate King!

Monet leaned against the wall, coughing up blood, covering his mouth, his eyes wide open.

Why does it seem like the young master is at a disadvantage?

Vergo's expression wasn't much better; his pride and skill in physical combat were as fragile as paper in front of Specter.

Moreover, that power, without a doubt, is an advanced application of Armament Haki!

Even Doflamingo would have a hard time dealing with someone who has mastered that kind of power!

Are you sure you want to share my anger?

Specter looked at Doflamingo intently, then lowered his head, pulled a Pocky stick from the snack box, and put it in his mouth.

She took a bite without expression, then raised her sharp-toothed circular saw, its blade reflecting light so bright it almost blinded everything.

"Are you threatening me?!" Doflamingo gritted his teeth. "I'm one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, appointed by the government. Even if I went to the Holy Land, the Five Elders would still have to give me some face!"

The girl raised her head again, her expression unusually calm, but her eyes held a burning rage and a sharp, resolute glint.

"Your face?" Her gaze towards Dover was icy, hardening into an unbridled killing intent. "What is that?"

"Returning to the Sea - Survival..."

Doflamingo's vision suddenly went black, and only the vast world remained.

The circular saw, gleaming with brilliant sparks, seemed to rumble towards him like a train on the sea.

"This overwhelming power is unstoppable!" A voice seemed to warn Dover in his mind.

"...eager!"

laugh!

Ghost Shark, wielding a circular saw, suddenly appeared from behind. With a deafening roar as flesh was shredded, Doflamingo was cleanly severed at the waist, splitting in two.

The sudden airflow caused the injured cadres' hair to fly wildly, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.

"Fuck, that's really scary."

A figure slowly jumped down from the ceiling. The cadres looked up and were shocked to find that the person looked exactly like Dover.

“If you keep nagging like this,” Ghost Shark’s eyes grew increasingly gloomy as he raised his circular saw, “next time it won’t be your clone you’ll be chopping down! Heavenly Demon.”

"A reason!" Doflamingo gritted his teeth, opened his arms, and thin threads kept gathering in front of him. "Give me a reason to help you."