One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 103 Have a cup of coffee
The sun is not shining brightly on Fishman Street.

It can even be considered bleak.

It was no different from yesterday's evening.

Perhaps the only thing that can be distinguished is the existence of day and night.

The wooden door of the pub was pushed open with a creak.

Bucky stepped out of the tavern with firm feet.

One or two rays of slanting sunlight sneaked out and shone right into his eyes, which were red with white pupils, without a trace of blood.

The eye sockets were painted with black paint, making them look particularly deep and strange.

"Hehehe, this is really interesting."

Bucky grinned. He took about twenty murder pills in one night.

He felt each pill carefully, waiting for the deadly drug to evaporate to the point where it stimulated the muscles to tear and reorganize, and then suddenly took it out.

It's a bit like a process of taking the essence and discarding the dross.

He took the little bit of strength that the deadly drug permanently increased and discarded its other effects.

Of course, there are side effects too.

For example, his eyes.

It's okay not to take it, at least the clown won't feel anything. To him, aging only means that his life can end in a shorter time and in a happier way.

Unfortunately, Bucky’s opinion was too strong.

When there are many people living together, there will always be compromises.

Just like the self-help he occasionally talks about.

"Of course our goal is not strength, but whether or not we have it is a very important question."

Bucky murmured a few words.

He raised his head again and looked around.

Although Yuren Street is called a street, what you step on under your feet are often thick wooden boards.

The "streets" are not straight, but rather like coral reefs, with layers upon layers and not very regular.

"Should we give these fishmen another go, Mr. Buggy?"

Behind him, Swan also stretched lazily, revealing his beautiful figure.

The short hair that originally only reached the neck has grown to the shoulders, and the ends of the hair are naturally curled, giving a sense of mature temperament.

Her sympathy was limited to the miserable plight of her fellow slaves.

As for positions such as justice and evil, fish-man supremacy, and human sins, they do not exist at all for her.

Her only concern was the man in front of her.

"Mickey first!"

"Liquidate humanity!"

"Revenge them!"

"..."

From time to time, fishmen would pass by carrying weapons and shouting slogans.

They all have a dragon tattoo and a tattoo of the New Fishman Pirates.

"No, no need."

Bucky bit his finger, looking a little excited.

"Do you know what this looks like?" he asked suddenly.

But without waiting for Swan's response, he continued, "During the Battle of the Misty Sea, I was fanning a fire that had already been lit, making it burn brighter and warmer."

"But this time, I changed my approach."

"Find a powder keg, dig out the matches, put them on the fire until they are red hot, and then throw them back on the powder keg."

"Do you think they'll just explode?"

Bucky opened his hands wide, a delighted smile on his face, and then lowered his voice again.

"No no no."

"That's what I did yesterday."

"What we are going to do today is to put this gunpowder barrel on the fire and roast it."

Bucky raised the corners of his red lips and chuckled twice.

"How about it? Interesting, right?" Swan understood a little.

Fishman Street itself is filled with hatred towards humans, which is what Mr. Buggy calls a powder keg.

And those fishmen in the tavern yesterday whose emotions were magnified by Mr. Buggy's ability were the dry firewood.

But the most crucial thing is that they have long-suppressed hatred and anger, which is the main reason why they show fanaticism.

A few pieces of dry wood can quickly spread this fanaticism and then turn it into a collective fanaticism, like some kind of belief.

Group fanaticism will make it impossible to turn back.

It's like stepping on the accelerator of a car that is already going downhill.

Among them, Mr. Bucky's precise grasp of the psychology of these fishmen is amazing.

He seemed to have innate knowledge and saw through their desires and repressions at a glance.

I just don't know what Mr. Bucky meant by roasting it over a fire?

She tilted her head, looking lovely.

In fact, even if Buggy hadn't intervened, the New Fish-Man Pirates would have started their own plan to overthrow the rule two years later.

Well, the methods used by everyone are somewhat similar.

They all used image-denden mushi for public executions.

But Bucky did hold an auction.

"What a lively morning."

He raised his head again. The noise around him felt familiar, as familiar as the silence in the confinement cell.

His eyes followed that ray of sunlight all the way to the place on the upper layer of Fishman Island, where the light was the most abundant.

A funny smile naturally appeared on his face.

"Would you be interested in having a cup of coffee with someone like me, ma'am?"

"I can't ask for it."

Swan smiled suddenly.

The Mermaid Cafe is located in the Coral Hill, in the southeast of Fishman Island, close to the top-level Ryugu Castle. It is a bustling and noisy place.

However, this noise turned into a carnival for human pirates two months ago.

In the cafe, several beautiful mermaids with bubble rings around their waists were carefully delivering cakes and fruits.

In dry areas, such bubbles allow mermen to move more easily.

Several fighters from the Beasts Pirates wearing fur clothes looked at these beautiful mermaids with unscrupulous eyes.

The extremely aggressive gaze made the mermaid's floating tail tremble.

"It would be great if we could capture some mermaids. Why do we always capture those ugly fishmen..."

A pirate muttered with a hint of resentment.

If we could catch two mermaids, we could definitely develop many ways to play with them.

When he thought of this, he began to drool. The beauty of the mermaid was really irresistible.

"Keep your voice down."

His companion bumped into him and said, "That woman is still on this island. Besides, do you think that Boss Quinn really doesn't have a few mermaids in his possession?"

His companions chuckled softly, obviously agreeing with what the pirate said.

"It's not a loss to go this way, hehehe."

"I'm just giving that old king some face, hehehe."

The pirates seemed to lower their voices, but their tone of voice, as if treating mermaids as commodities, made the mermaids behind the bar of the cafe's eyes redden.

"It's fine."

"They left soon anyway."

The words of comfort the mermaid waiters said to each other were like the women in a brothel rejoicing that they earned more than the dung collectors outside.

"The lady over there has ordered two cups of coffee. You can take them."

"Um…"

Kami responded gloomily. It was really unpleasant to be chosen by others.

As soon as she turned around, she saw that the three pirates suddenly fell silent...

It will be on the shelves tomorrow at noon, I am so nervous~~~
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(End of this chapter)