Since starting school, Doflamingo's daily routine became school in the morning and gangster activities in the afternoon.
Today was another peaceful day, but Doflamingo, who usually returned on time, was a little late.
Doflamingo quietly entered, intending to rush straight upstairs, but he bumped right into Rosinante.
"older brother, why are you only coming back now? Ah! older brother, your injuries!"
"Shut up, I'm fine."
Doflamingo quickly tried to cover Rosinante's mouth, but he was a step too late.
"Doffy, since you're home, come eat first."
Adrian's voice came.
Doflamingo, who wanted to avoid Adrian, could only cover his wounds and reluctantly went over.
At the dinner table, Doflamingo didn't move much. It wasn't that Adrian didn't notice; it was just that he hoped Doflamingo would say it himself.
"Doffy, how was your day?"
"Just... just like that."
Doflamingo answered a bit distractedly.
Adrian frowned slightly, his thoughts unreadable.
"Let me see your wound, no need to cover it anymore."
Doflamingo instinctively wanted to continue hiding it, but Adrian grabbed his arm.
It was a gunshot wound, just a graze, but it had bled a lot, and there were obvious wiping marks on his arm.
Adrian led Doffy directly away from the dining table.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"You still need to treat this wound a bit."
"Such a small wound doesn't need it!"
"That won't do, let me do it myself."
"A maid can do it, you don't need to bother."
Rosinante, who now saw Doflamingo's wound clearly, also agreed with Adrian.
"older brother, it's better if you treat it."
Doflamingo was forcibly pulled by Adrian to wipe iodine on the wound, occasionally sucking in a cold breath. It hurt quite a bit, but he still complained to Adrian a few times.
"Hey, don't do it like last time!"
Doflamingo remembered the embarrassment of last time. He had fallen and injured himself, and Adrian, after asking for the location, went out. The next day, Doflamingo found that the road that caused him to fall had been blown up, and the surrounding people had also suffered.
"I know. First, tell me about this injury."
Adrian finished treating the wound, asking as he took out a cigarette, but seeing Rosinante there, he put it back.
"Hmph, it was a few bastards under Montreal's command."
"Is that so..."
At this moment, Rosinante, who was watching from the side, noticed that Adrian's gaze was terrifyingly dark and grim. He had never seen Adrian's expression so unpleasant.
Hearing Adrian's tone, Doflamingo looked up again.
"Hey, I only suffered a loss because there were too many people on their side. Next time, when I bring Trebol and Pica, it'll be different."
Doflamingo seemed stubbornly determined to prove his strength.
Adrian stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, then directly picked up Doflamingo and walked out, not forgetting to instruct as he left.
"Rosie, I'm accompanying your older brother to handle something. We'll be back soon."
"Oh..."
Rosinante, left behind, watched his older brother struggle as he was carried out.
"Is this it?"
Adrian put Doflamingo down. They were currently at the entrance of the Montreal Family's headquarters.
"Hey, don't do anything foolish. Or maybe we should call a few people..."
Before Doflamingo could finish speaking, Adrian asked a question.
"Have you decided what your family will be called?"
"Huh?... The Donquixote Family."
Doflamingo, momentarily stunned, replied.
Adrian then picked Mingo up and placed him on his shoulders.
"Ah, hey! What are you doing!"
Doflamingo's face flushed red as he loudly protested, only able to hold onto Adrian's head. He wasn't a child like Rosinante, he... he... he didn't like it at all... "Let's go, I'm going to settle the score for you. Watch carefully."
Doflamingo hadn't even reacted yet.
Adrian directly kicked the gate down.
"Boom!"
The gate shattered instantly. The Montreal Family, who were just having a party inside, were momentarily stunned.
And in the center of the crowd, the calmest one, was Montreal Tom of the Montreal Family.
"Hey, who are you!"
The surrounding Montreal Family members also became alert, pointing their guns at Adrian. As soon as Adrian made a move, they would open fire.
Adrian ignored the gangsters pointing guns at him and walked directly towards Tom in the center of the crowd.
The gangsters who were about to shoot were also stopped by Tom.
Tom looked at the young man who had arrived and couldn't help but sneer.
"Where do you think this is, bringing a child here!"
Once one person started, everyone else couldn't help but mock.
Doflamingo's face was so red it could drip blood, but Adrian just patted him lightly as a signal to wait, then spoke.
"The one on my shoulders is the young master of the Donquixote Family."
"Huh? Donquixote Family? Never heard of it. Is it just a game of make-believe!"
"Hahahahaha"
"..."
More people laughed. Even Tom, at the head seat, laughed disdainfully. Many people put their guns back in their holsters.
But Adrian still acted as if nothing was wrong, slowly speaking.
"Your people bullied my boy."
"Hahaha"
A gangster laughed wildly, clearly recognizing Doflamingo.
"Isn't this the little... from the afternoon..."
Before he could finish, the gangster's head instantly detached, and blood splattered everywhere.
Everyone in the entire hall fell silent.
Tom's eyes also showed danger, and he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Adrian continued to ignore everyone, only looking up at Doflamingo and calmly saying.
"Doffy, point them out to me, the ones who bullied you."
Doflamingo's gaze began to sweep across the crowd, pointing out the people who bullied him one by one.
Every time Doflamingo's finger pointed at someone, that person's head, like the previous one, instantly separated from their body.
At this moment, Doflamingo's finger was like a death charm, killing lives one by one.
The fallen bodies were still twitching, their eyes wide open, as if they still didn't understand what had happened to them.
Doflamingo felt a surge of blood rush up, making him exceptionally excited. Every person he pointed at, that person fell.
The gangsters in the hall had long fallen into a panic. They pointed their guns at Adrian, but the bullets they fired never hit him. Countless frantic bullets flew towards him, accompanied by people's terrified screams and shouts.
Looking at the collapsing people around him, Doflamingo's face broke into a smile. This feeling, his single finger could casually decide the fate of these people. This sense of control made Doflamingo's blood boil.
Some people swung knives at Adrian, but they bled to death before even getting close.
Some people, terrified, tried to escape, desperately trying to get out the door, but after only a few steps, their bodies exploded like bombs, blood splattering everywhere, a brilliant but fleeting sight.
Doflamingo had finally finished finding all the people who had bullied him.
And at this moment, the hall was adorned with blood. Tom, who was originally in the center, was motionless? No, it was just that the moment he tried to act, pressure like a great mountain struck him, rendering him unable to move. Cold sweat dripped from his head, and every pore of his body was screaming for help.
Finally, after a long while, Tom timidly spoke:
"Your Excellency, those scoundrels are already dead. May I ask if you could spare us?"
Adrian didn't respond, only whispered to Doflamingo:
"Hold on tight."
That moonlit night, the Montreal Family's headquarters underwent a bloodbath.
The moon's afterglow shone brightly and cleanly.
On this otherwise peaceful night, constant screams, pleas for mercy, cries, and wails attacked the Montreal headquarters like music. Adrian, like a black lightning bolt, moved through the crowd, and figures fell one after another.
Blood splattered everywhere, like a barrage of fireworks, welcoming noble guests. Each fall was an act of submission and respect to the guests.
The hall was now empty, leaving only Montreal Tom. Even he was afraid now, tears and snot flowing continuously, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Adrian put Doflamingo down, letting him step on the crimson "carpet."
It was then that Doflamingo saw Adrian's face. He was also smiling: wild, evil, arrogant—all these words seemed to fit. Despite killing so many people, his clothes and hands were spotless, with only a streak of blood on his face.
At this moment, Doflamingo felt he was looking at a demon, a demon in human skin.
Seeing Doflamingo staring blankly at him, Adrian ruffled Doflamingo's hair and softly said:
"Scared silly?"
"Fufufu, I'm not. This can't scare me."
Doflamingo also laughed, equally wild, arrogant, and unrestrained.
If anyone had seen this scene, they would surely say they were definitely father and son!
It was also then that Doflamingo realized this was a feeling of closeness.
"Alright, stop grinning foolishly. This is the last one, I'm leaving him to you."
Doflamingo looked at Tom, who was now so terrified he had soiled his pants and was completely defenseless, and used his String-String Fruit to entangle his neck.
At this moment, Tom seemed to be asking, for his last bit of consciousness.
"Wh-why..."
Before he could finish, Adrian leaned down, close to Doflamingo's ear, and whispered.
"Doffy, do it."
This sound was like the spell of a tempting demon.
Doflamingo pulled hard on the string, and Tom's head fell to the ground.
A powerful gangster leader was killed by the then-only 11-year-old Doflamingo.
"Doffy, you must remember, villains die from talking too much. Never wait for them to blabber on. At times like these, we need to be swift and decisive."
Doflamingo looked at the rolling head and silently nodded.
Instantly, Adrian's aura changed. The originally wild and violent aura gradually disappeared.
"Alright, Doffy," Adrian once again picked up Doflamingo and placed him on his shoulders, "Did you have fun today?"
Doflamingo, who had intended to resist, still nodded honestly, resting his head on Adrian's, and mumbled in a voice only he could hear:
"I had a lot of fun, ...Father..."
Just like that, the father and son walked home warmly under the Moonlight.
And after they left, a flock of black Crows flew across the sky, momentarily obscuring the Moonlight. Countless Crows swarmed into Montreal's hall, their screeching echoing through the hall, and then they disappeared.