After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

After his initial anger subsided, Bucky the Clown quickly calmed down. He crossed his left arm over his right arm, rubbed his chin with his right hand, and kept a wary eye on Martin while secretly plotting something.

This guy actually knows Shanks, and he's even stronger than me.

The plan to hijack the ship failed.

Since he couldn't win, Bucky the Clown decided to make a run for it, just in case.

I'll think about it.

He glanced furtively at his raft, then noticed that Martin didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

good chance!

He shouted loudly and quickly activated his Devil Fruit power.

The Clown Throwing Knife Split in Four Pieces!

Swish!

His right hand instantly detached from his arm, and he was holding a throwing knife in his hand. He pierced through the air currents and attacked with unstoppable force.

next moment.

He first threw his feet onto the raft, then his upper body and legs quickly flew up, shouting triumphantly at Martin as he flew: "Kid, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Your Grandpa Bucky will remember you!"

But before he could finish speaking...

Whoosh!

Bucky the Clown only saw a blur before his eyes, followed by a cold voice whispering in his ear, like a devil's whisper: "Are you planning to run away, my good son!"

what

Bucky the Clown was so terrified by the face so close to his face that his entire body instantly tore to pieces, leaving him speechless with astonishment.

Snapped!

Martin snapped his fingers indifferently.

The hood on his head fell off, immediately revealing his true face.

Then, under Bucky the Clown's terrified gaze, Bucky's face flushed red, tears streamed down his face, and his eyes seemed to be begging for mercy. He immediately knelt down and opened his mouth: "Daddy!"

Martin sneered and slapped Bucky on the head, sending him crashing back onto the boat.

Then, in a chilling tone, he said, "From now on, if you dare to leave this ship without my permission, I will feed you to the sea kings."

Upon hearing this, Bucky the Clown felt utterly dejected and couldn't help but nod.

He had finally escaped Impel Down during Whitebeard's attack, thinking he would be free to roam the world, but instead he was hunted down by the Navy and ended up seeing Martin, the man who had sent him to prison, again.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Martin, that damned father, again.

Isn't this a coincidence?

"You take the helm."

Martin's sharp gaze made Bucky the Joker feel a sense of unease, as if saying no would have serious consequences. He nodded repeatedly in a hurry.

"Dad...where are we going now?"

Grasping the helm, Bucky the Clown asked timidly.

Martin lay back in his chair, lazily basking in the sun and enjoying the sea breeze, and spoke with great contentment upon hearing this:

"Go to the Kingdom of Alabasta!"

"Find your mothers."

Chapter 183 Alabasta Flips the Table

a few days later.

Martin, accompanied by Bucky the Clown, boarded a small boat and entered the waters belonging to the Kingdom of Alabasta.

Strange things happened one after another along the way.

First came the tsunami, then they were attacked by docile sea kings—yes, they were always very docile—and then they encountered two groups of pirates.

However, after each close call, Martin would stare at Bucky the Joker with a suspicious look, wondering whether the guy was the chosen one or the unlucky one.

Bucky the Clown was also unnerved by Martin's stare, and didn't dare to utter a sound, nervously steering the ship.

My back felt cold the whole time.

A few days later.

The small boat arrived in Albana, the capital of the Kingdom of Alabasta.

The ship docked at the port, and the two disembarked one after the other. The port was bustling with people, filled with the cries of fishmongers, and a dazzling array of colorful seafood products.

The air was thick with a strong, salty, fishy smell that was extremely pungent, instantly ruining Martin's mood. He quickly covered his nose, turned to Bucky the Clown behind him, who was slumped over with his head hanging low, looking utterly hopeless, and said, "Let's get out of here!"

A dozen minutes later.

The two walked along the wide and clean main road of the capital, with buildings of various heights standing on both sides. The residents of the Kingdom of Alabasta were coming and going. In Martin's eyes, the people here were all wearing the same clothes as those in the UAE on his previous life on Earth.

"Dad, do you want to find Crocodile?"

Bucky the Clown, looking around curiously, couldn't help but ask.

Martin said with a playful expression, "Did you guess I'm here to see Crocodile?"

Upon hearing this, Bucky the Clown first frowned, deep in thought, but quickly relaxed and said, "Dad, didn't you come to find Mom?"

Martin nodded. "You know he's turned into a woman, right?"

"Does Dad want to date Lao Sha?"

Despite his relatively weak strength, Buggy the Clown is quite shrewd; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived on the Pirate King's ship until now. Upon hearing Martin reveal that Crocodile is a woman, he suddenly realized something.

"You'll know when it arrives."

Martin smiled and said mysteriously.

This made Bucky the Clown even more depressed. In fact, he didn't like fighting; his only hobby was finding treasure.

After all, I know my own limitations perfectly well.

And the other party is a very famous person.

Even though Crocodile was a woman, the reputation of being one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea made him uneasy. He secretly glanced at Martin walking ahead and secretly plotted: "When the two of them start fighting, I'll take the opportunity to slip away. I have a feeling that following this guy will put my life in danger. The encounters we've had along the way have been ominous signs."

Crocodile has now arrived in the kingdom, but Martin knows that his true goal is to seize Pluton, the ancient weapon of Alabasta.

Of course, to obtain this weapon, one must first decipher the historical inscriptions carved on the stone tablets in the Kingdom's underground burial temple.

Therefore, the first thing they did was point the finger at Nico Robin.

Only scholars from Olaha can decipher it.

The only thing that's troubling Martin right now is that the Kingdom of Alabasta is so vast, and its exact location is unknown, making the search like looking for a needle in a haystack.

I thought about it for a while.

In order not to reveal his identity as the new Yonko.

Martin decided to first find the local underworld forces and planned to ask these local thugs for help.

"Bucky."

Martin waved to the clown.

"Is something wrong, Dad?"

Bucky the Clown stepped forward and asked nervously.

"I'm giving you a task: find out where the dark forces are here. Also, don't even think about trying to escape. You should know very well what the consequences will be."

Martin looked at him with a half-smile and said something ambiguous.

Bucky the Clown shuddered at the words. He wanted to run away, but he was afraid that Martin would catch him before he even left the country.

Therefore, he still felt that it would be safest to escape when the two started fighting.

"I'll be waiting for you up ahead."

Martin pointed to a bar not far ahead, then walked straight over. He wasn't worried at all about whether the other party would run away.

If this guy is smart enough, he'll know that running away now would mean death.

Why not compromise for now and wait for a better opportunity?

Bucky the Clown watched Martin's retreating figure, curled his lip, then glanced around, inwardly grumbling, "Hmph, damn guy, just you wait, I, Bucky, will definitely get my revenge."

Next, the two went their separate ways.

Bucky the Clown wandered aimlessly through the streets like a headless fly, looking for bad guys who looked like petty thugs.

Martin arrived at the bar.

creak!

He pushed open the fan-shaped wooden door and went straight inside.

Swish swish swish swish

Suddenly, his unexpected arrival attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

Martin stood at the door, glancing at the group of people. They all had ferocious faces and menacing expressions, staring at him with cold, sinister eyes. They didn't look like good people at all.

Martin couldn't help but think to himself, "Could I have stumbled upon this by accident...?"

Looking at these people again, you might actually believe that such a possibility exists.

Welcome to Badguy Bar!

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the bar counter.

Martin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a small old man with a mustache, wearing a pair of gold earrings on his right ear, wiping a wine glass with a white towel, his lips curled up in a half-smile, his eyes glancing at him sideways.

Doesn't "badguy" just mean a bad person?

So this really is a bar where bad guys gather.

Martin smiled inwardly, ignoring the stares of others around him, and calmly walked to the bar.