One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Chapter 16 The Chaotic Beginning

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A Den Den Mushi was crushed to pieces in Doflamingo's hand.

Several veins bulged on his forehead.

His face showed extreme anger mixed with a forced smile.

This was the first time he had ever seen such an arrogant navy.

His first thought was that the navy was targeting him, otherwise there would be no reason for them to act so arrogantly towards him.

Has the Navy realized what they've done?

The first image that came to his mind was of a wrinkled old woman with gray hair.

However, I wasn't completely unprepared.

As for the surname Lux…

Not enough.

With a tug and a pull, a white thread extended from Ming's fingers, binding a white Den Den Mushi that was dozing nearby.

“Vergo…”

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There was also a Den Den Mushi in front of Bucky.

A Den Den Mushi belonging to Major Yaro.

He is waiting.

Who will be the first person to call this number?

Different people, with varying degrees of anxiety, can convey different information.

If it was Major General Sicily, the base commander of District 66, making a panicked and angry phone call, it would mean that not only Captain Diouf, but the entire naval base was involved in human trafficking. However, this was not unexpected for him.

Or, it could be a direct accusatory call from Navy Headquarters.

That means that, in the eyes of the Navy, the significance of a Shichibukai is far greater than what they consider justice.

The speed at which the phone rang depended on both the reaction of Doflamingo and the forces behind the nobles and wealthy merchants, and the degree of unity within the Navy.

Pakistani hoped the phone wouldn't ring for the time being.

The implication behind that is even more interesting.

"Create a small disturbance, disrupt the existing order, and then everything will fall into chaos."

"And I am the embodiment of chaos."

Bucky's smile looked a little sinister at that moment.

But his actions were righteous, without a doubt.

Therefore, he was justifiably directing Jacques, Arnaud, and others to extract so-called justice from the arrested nobles and wealthy merchants.

If they don't want to see their big pictures appear on the headlines the next day.

Well, it's not like no one has complained that his actions constitute extortion.

However, the slave collars hidden in the human auction hall quickly quieted them down.

As slave owners themselves, they were all too aware of the power of this thing.

To completely entrust one's life and death to others.

A terrifying explosion, powerful enough to shatter one's body into pieces, was thus placed around one's neck.

They weren't unaware that one day they too might be enslaved by such a thing, but compared to the power to manipulate other people's lives and trample on their dignity, such a threat was deliberately ignored.

And now.

The threat was right in their faces.

It broke through their defenses more easily than any words or bloodshed.

This was the first time in Jacques' life that he had seen such a great fortune.

Five hundred million, or six hundred million?

The towering Pele was right in front of him, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

"You can take half."

Bucky made no attempt to stop their greedy desires.

Greed can make them convenient tools in one's own hands.

Moreover, he did not deny that he also felt a surge of emotion when faced with such wealth.

However, what excites him more than the pursuit of wealth itself is how to use it.

"We have the startup capital for the game again, right?" he muttered to himself.

His expectations seemed to have come true; during the time the Navy was clearing out the entire human auction venue, his Den Den Mushi remained completely silent.

But to say that Doflamingo and these noble and wealthy families would remain indifferent is simply wishful thinking.

They must have connections with the navy.

However, this connection did not have the expected impact.

"Thank you!"

Inside the iron cage, I saw a pitiful female slave gazing at Baki with her watery eyes.

The white uniform became the greatest light in her gray life.

"What are you thanking me for?" Guang asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I need to remind you that in about half an hour, a raging fire will break out here."

"Before that, I suggest you seize the time and save yourself."

Bucky never intended to liberate the slaves.

What he's doing is tearing away the fig leaf of employment agencies, exposing the unbridled filth and darkness beneath.

In particular, it was done under such a righteous identity and name.

What he wants to see is the tearing apart of order.

Because that was the beginning of chaos.

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The female slave's expression of being redeemed froze for a moment, then she understood.

The other party had no intention of opening the iron cage for him.

My fate has not changed in the slightest.

Her gaze swept over the sailors in the hall, and those eyes, which were clearly full of longing, all became evasive when they met her eyes.

At least for now, their loyalty to Bucky is off the charts.

There was nothing I could do; he gave me just too much.

How can I save myself?

At least this naval officer's eyes weren't greedy.

This was her only comfort, and then she really started thinking about how to save herself.

Body?

No, what's the difference between that and being a slave?

What can I do?

While the female slave pondered how to save herself, Bucky walked off to the backstage of the auction hall.

Behind the large red curtains on both sides of the stage, there is a passageway just large enough for the iron cage to pass through.

There are two obvious grooves on the floor made of bright ceramic tiles.

Further on, there were several more turns with gates.

It is worth mentioning that these iron gates, which were clearly built to prevent slaves from escaping, ultimately became the dead end that blocked Disco and his accomplices.

Behind the last thick iron gate was the prison area where all the slaves to be sold at the human auction were held.

Bucky suddenly stopped.

His expression was quite amusing.

In the prison ward, there was no group of slaves with their heads bowed and eyes vacant, waiting for his salvation as a righteous navy man.

There was only one hole, about two meters in size.

Behind the hole, you can see several towering mangrove trees and neon bubbles rising continuously, as if they are greeting him.

"It seems I won't be able to see that old friend again."

Bucky whispered something.

Back on the stage of the venue.

Bucky felt it was necessary to share this good news with the female slaves.

How should I put it?

Congratulations, you are now the only slave who needs to save yourself.

Because all the other slaves had already run away.

It's hard to imagine what the female slaves thought when they heard this news.

But judging from her almost blank expression, the blow must have been quite significant.

This blow seemed to have some kind of stimulating effect on her.

The female slave stood up, her gaze resolute.