The Coming of Brother Ming

Who am I? Am I Tango, Doflamingo, or Don Doflamingo?

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Parallel world? Haha, since it’s all me, then

From now on, I will be the Dover Don Doflamingo of this world.

Lying on the bed, Dover opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling steadily, his gaze becoming more and more determined. His young body was very inconsistent with his mature gaze at this moment.

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Just as Dover was sorting through the complicated memories in his mind, the door to his bedroom, or stairwell, was kicked open.

Then a middle-aged white man with pale skin, bloodshot eyes and rosacea walked in.

This is Bill, his adoptive father in this world.

Or it can also be said that he is his boss

Son of a bitch, you lazy Asian monkey, what time is it now? Hurry up and get up. If the courier is late, you won't be able to eat today.

Bill's words were full of filth, and his threats and insults were extremely familiar. It seemed that this situation had become the norm.

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The door was slammed hard by Bill, and Dover didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but just watched indifferently as Bill opened his mouth and left.

Until the door was closed, Dover's eyes finally changed color, but the trace of blood red was not very chilling.

Wearing slippers with holes in them, Dover went to the bathroom, applied cold water on his face, and poured ice water into his mouth.

He is so attentive and takes good care of his hygiene.

It wasn't until he carefully dried his inch-long hair with a towel and styled it that he was done.

Looking at the young and delicate face in the mirror, Dover smiled.

Dover, you are so handsome. The world will be fascinated by you. Come on, haha.

While Dover smiled, he stretched out his right index finger and looked at the top of the finger obsessively.

But there is nothing on it. I really don’t know what he is looking at. Oh, is the light refracted? There seems to be a thin transparent line dancing on the finger.

Who knows

Shit Dover, are you okay? Didn't you fall into the toilet? Damn it, the time is coming soon. It seems like you really don't want to eat today.

Bill's voice came from the living room to the bathroom, and he was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Dover, who had already tidied himself up, stopped laughing when he heard Bill's words, then shrugged in front of the mirror, making a playful expression of helplessness, and murmured in his mouth.

Are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, and came to the living room where wine bottles were scattered.

Looking at the shiny and clean Dover, Bill was stunned for a moment. In his memory, Dover had never been so clean and tidy, especially when he was eating and had no intention of messing with animals.

And what about Dover at this moment?

Although he didn't wear any luxurious clothes, his capable temperament made him look like an aristocratic son, but he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

After a while, Bill shook his brain that was eaten away by alcohol, blinked, and then saw Dover smiling at him.

In other words, that smile was very fake. It was like looking at an object rather than a person. The longer Bill looked at him, the more cold sweat broke out on his back.

The feeling of a mouse seeing a cat was so strong that it made Bill a little angry.

Damn it, what's that look in your eyes, you little son of a bitch, did you forget to teach Fake a lesson?

Bill angrily grabbed an empty wine bottle and smashed it at Dover.

He didn't care at all whether his throwing with all his strength would seriously injure a 10-year-old child. At this moment, he only had a twisted sense of sadistic pleasure in his mind.

If it were in the past, this empty wine bottle would not only kill Dover, but it would also cause Dover to be seriously injured.

It's a pity that he is no longer the person he used to be. He is now Don Doflamingo, who combines the souls of Dongo and Don Quixote Doflamingo.

He has been reborn. From now on, he is no longer the little Dover who was bullied by others and was careful to survive.

The moment Bill raised his hand to throw out the empty bottle, Dover had already dwarfed his body. With a small body of less than 1 meters, he quickly rushed to Bill like a little cheetah.

Towards Bill's second brother, it was a full-strength fist.

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After being hit on the most vulnerable part of his body, Bill curled up like a ripe prawn, his body full of fat.

Bill, who was covering his second brother with both hands, was rolling on the ground while intermittently venting dirty words to Dover in his hoarse throat.

Fuck little bastard I want you dead bastard my dick I'm going to kill you

Dover looked at Bill rolling on the ground with satisfaction. Although he wanted to continue to appreciate his nominal father wailing, there was no time. He had to stop Bill quickly.

After all, this injury will not make Bill lose his ability to move. Once his pain weakens, what awaits Dover will not be good.

He might really die

After all, Bill is a man who can even make a minor boy fight against drugs. No one can guarantee whether he will kill someone. Moreover, Dover is an orphan with no relatives and is a third-class citizen of Chinese descent.

Tie Bill up with a rope. No, no, no.

Dover would not do useless work. That method was too slow, and he had to guard against Bill's counterattack while lying on the ground.

He has his own methods, don't forget, a part of his soul comes from Don Quixote Doflamingo.

And that person's signature ability was naturally adopted by Dover.

Although he can't use any powerful moves at this time, and his awakening is far behind, he can still use the initial ability of the thread fruit ability.

And because of the memory in his soul, Dover's ability to control the starting line is even more handy.

Dover's ten fingers were slightly raised, and then each finger seemed to move according to a certain rhythm. In an instant, several parts of Bill's body lying on the ground were covered with transparent silk threads.

Bill, who had recovered from the severe pain, could already feel something strange in his body, especially the obvious restraint on his wrists and ankles.

Damn it Dover, you little bastard, what did you do? Falk, you bastard, you

boo boo

Before Bill could finish cursing, Dover walked up to Bill, leaned down, and put his right index finger in front of his mouth to ask Bill to quiet down.

Don't talk to me. The more you talk, the tighter it is. Relax and breathe. Bill, the oxygen in this world is too fresh. This is a gift from nature. We don't want to waste it. If we go to hell, we won't have a chance to breathe it again. Look. More prestige public account: hhxs665