One Piece: Groudon the Beasts

Chapter 316 Xiaoming's Future Plans

New world, Dressrosa.

After operating for ten years, the Don Quixote family had accumulated a great deal of wealth and tens of thousands of toy slaves, but it was obviously unrealistic to take all of them back to the Holy Land.

Giving it up would also be difficult for the Don Quixote family to accept, as wealth is extremely important even in the Holy Land.

I'm so reluctant to part with it.

Doflamingo sat by the window, contemplating his next move.

He decided to go to the holy site.

In Dressrosa, without his personal presence, it would be difficult to defend the country with just a few cadres, especially since he planned to take them to the Holy Land.

The cadres were not only his subordinates, but also his only remaining family members.

But what about Dressrosa?
The officials are sorting out their wealth, selling off all their family's physical assets to quickly gather funds.

But toys are really something you can't do.

The Celestial Dragons would never allow so many toy slaves to enter the Holy Land.

The toy slaves include people from various factions, including nobles from other countries, naval officers, and government officials. If the truth is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Fufufufu~~"

Doflamingo quickly made up his mind.

Destroy everything you can't take with you!
"Dover!"

Trebol climbed the outer wall of the palace like a snail and soon arrived outside the room where Doflamingo was.

"News has come from the port that the Groudon is about to arrive. According to their call, Goode is also on board and wants to see you!"

"Good!"

Doflamingo's expression changed instantly.

The name he least wants to hear right now is Goode.

"It just so happens to be at this particular point!"

The veins on Ming's brows were bulging; in a few days, he would be able to take his wealth to the Holy Land and have nothing more to do with the mortal realm.

But Goode appeared at that moment.

Did the other side hear the news?
No, it's impossible.

Only the cadres knew that he was going to the holy land, and they would never betray him; it must be for other reasons.

Torrepol said worriedly, "Young Master, Goode's coming at this time is very likely for the Flame-Flame Fruit!"

"Fufu, that's certainly very possible."

Ming sneered.

That man controls the two major powers of Beasts and Hoenn, as well as the Hoenn community that spans the world. In addition, he has cooperative relationships with various underground forces, making his intelligence gathering capabilities the best in the industry.

In the underworld, even the slightest disturbance cannot escape the other party's notice.

Although he bought the Flame-Flame Fruit immediately, it had already appeared at the auction house before that, and it wouldn't have been hard to find out if you were interested.

Ming's face was gloomy.

He planned to give the Flame-Flame Fruit to Vergo to eat.

He wants to make Vergo a general!

Vergo is only 40 years old, in his prime. Although he lost to Law before, it allowed him to advance further. In addition, with the Flame-Flame Fruit, he is definitely qualified to compete for the vacant position of admiral.

In another ten years or so, once Akainu and Kizaru retire, Vergo, with his support, can naturally become the next Fleet Admiral, and the Navy will fall into his hands.

A perfectly planned scheme.

The prerequisite is that we can protect the Flame-Flame Fruit.

"Fufu, welcome Mr. Goode!"

"Yes."

Royal City, Lovers Avenue.

"Prime location for sale?"

Goode walked in the middle of the street, his eyes scanning the surrounding shops, many of which had "For Sale" signs on them.

Many shops also house members of the Don Quixote family.

"Is this... a case of absconding with the money?"

Goode's eyes looked strange.

A waste of money!

But then I thought, once Doflamingo leaves the country, according to tradition, Dressrosa will definitely elect a new king, and there's also the possibility of a coup.

In short, it's full of uncertainty, so running away with the money isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Once Xiaoming becomes a Celestial Dragon, he can just lie down and collect the heavenly gold; why bother working so hard to do business?

A dozen minutes later, at King's Heights. "We've arrived."

Goode looked at the guards who were blocking his way.

No explanation was needed; with just a glance, the guards' eyes rolled back, and they collapsed, losing consciousness.

"Fufufufu~~"

Laughter came from the sky.

Goode looked up slightly and saw Doflamingo suspended in mid-air.

"One of the things I hate most is people flying around in front of me. If you don't want to die, you'd better come down quickly."

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Doflamingo's smile faded, and he obediently landed on the ground: "I didn't expect you to come in person."

"What I want is here."

Goode didn't mince words and calmly said, "I received news that the Flame-Flame Fruit is in your hands. You should know how long I've been looking for it."

"It is indeed in my hands!"

Doflamingo spoke slowly.

He knew he couldn't hide it, and he also knew the other party's style of doing things; once the other party had made up their mind, there was no point in haggling.

Just like when Caesar was redeemed.

Doflamingo stared at Goode, his fingers twisting slightly, the threads bouncing and stretching at his fingertips.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

Facing Goode once again, he felt no chance of winning; the gap between them was widening!
What a monster!

"Fufu, Mr. Goode, I have prepared a sumptuous feast. If you don't mind, would you do me the honor of joining me?"

Doflamingo loosened his grip, revealing his signature smile: "In business, both sides have to be satisfied, right?"

"That's right, lead the way."

Goode nodded slightly.

He entrusted Xiaoming to find the Burning Fruit, and now that he has finally found it, he naturally cannot abandon him after using him. Otherwise, if word gets out, other forces will not dare to do anything for him.

He's not a petty thug anymore; he values ​​his reputation highly.

The rooftop garden of the royal palace.

"Clap!"

The treasure box was placed in the center of the dining table. When opened, it contained an orange-red Devil Fruit that looked like it was burning with flames.

"That's it!"

Goode's gaze narrowed slightly.

It is indeed the Flame-Flame Fruit. He had already looked through the Devil Fruit encyclopedia, which contained a picture of the Flame-Flame Fruit.

I wonder how much it will strengthen him.

The Groudon inside him was already in its perfect form, and ordinary Devil Fruits were basically useless against it. Relying solely on the Flame-Flame Fruit for Primal Reversion was somewhat insufficient.

"Fufu~~"

Doflamingo picked up the Flame-Flame Fruit.

“Mr. Goode, I can give you this fruit, but we haven’t discussed the specific payment yet.”

"Ah."

Goode nodded slightly.

There was no discussion about compensation, since it's a matter of probability, and Groudon might find someone first.

"what do you want?"

"Fufufufu~~"

Ming grinned, but a thought began to creep into his mind.

If the Holy Land hadn't asked him to return, he would have further increased his influence in the underworld, and the rewards would have been geared towards that.

No, it's not needed now.

There was only one thing left in the lower realm that he could take a fancy to.

At this moment, at the port.

The warship is docking.

Several agents dressed in white robes and wearing masks stood on the deck.

CP0!

(End of this chapter)