One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Chapter 160 The Kingdom of Laughter

"I like the look on your face right now."

"This is very rare."

Bucky clapped his hands, his eyes mocking.

The roof of the main hall, neatly divided into several sections by five-colored lines, collapsed with a loud thud.

Sunlight streamed in through the broken roof and shone in front of him.

Bucky stretched out a hand and looked at it in the sunlight.

In the shadows behind him, the former Donquixote Family executives glared at Doflamingo with hostility.

“Look, the situation is clear now.” Bucky flipped his hand in the sunlight. “You kill them, or they kill you.”

"Interesting multiple-choice questions."

"Hmm, it would be even better if your facial expression twisted a little more at this moment."

In driving Doflamingo insane, Buggy didn't actually have any long-term plan.

But he is good at seizing every possible opportunity.

The ultimate goal was to see Doflamingo's twisted, angry expression, yet also his sinister grin.

"This world is truly absurd."

"Right, my family?"

He smiled smugly and asked the person behind him.

"Serving the family loyally is my duty, hehe."

Jorah said with a wicked grin. She wore triangular glasses, had an afro in orange and yellow, and sharp features.

She was an older woman.

But that doesn't stop Jorah from being narcissistic.

"Even this thief who coveted my beauty is the same."

She was extremely confident in her beauty.

Then he reached out and grabbed the floor, and the stone-paved floor seemed to have been covered with a layer of veneer, instantly turning into an effect like an oil painting.

At the main entrance, a ripple suddenly spread from where Ming was standing.

Jora is a user of the Art-Art Fruit, which allows her to transform her target into a work of art as imagined by the user.

Have you ever played on the beach?

She continued to press her hand against the floor, transforming the palace floor into an oil painting of a beach.

They stood on the beach, while Doflamingo stood on the sunless sea.

“You joined the family eighteen years ago, didn’t you, Jorah?”

Ming-ge lowered his head slightly, his lips curled up but it didn't look like a smile; instead, his face revealed a terrifying ferocity.

“I remember back then, when you heard that some kid had platinum lead poisoning, you looked panicked and scared, thinking that you would be infected.”

He pulled out a thin thread and hung it from the ceiling.

I don't want to fall into the ocean painted with oil paints.

"You're a coward."

"But I will remember you."

Ming extended his index finger, the tip tinged with white ash, and said, "Flick the string."

A thin thread is flicked from the fingertip, as fast as a bullet leaving the barrel.

It pierced through Jorah's temple in an instant.

A small red dot appears, and then blood keeps oozing out.

"Well done."

Bucky clapped his hands, looking on with admiration.

"Right? This boring word 'family' has been binding you. You should just be like that guy Akainu and let go of all of this, let go of all your principles."

"Then you will find that the world is so vast."

"Hmm, I'm such a good person."

He suddenly praised himself a couple of times.

There are too many people in this world who carry meaningless shackles around their necks. They helped the fishmen get rid of their shackles, helped Akainu get rid of his shackles, and now they are helping Tenyasha get rid of his shackles.

I'm so good to myself.

Like some kind of knight-errant who's always active in the middle of the night.

The world government should give itself a "good guy" award.

If they have that thing.

"Perhaps you should thank me."

Bucky said seriously.

There was no pretense in his expression.

"Yes, I will make you regret being born."

Doflamingo also had a cold expression; that should have been his throne.

These people are also his family.

Now, however, they stand on the opposite side, angrily denouncing themselves as thieves.

How absurd and ridiculous!

His lips twitched a few more times, as if a smile was about to appear.

But his face was terribly gloomy.

His finger bones were cracking loudly as he gripped them.

No matter how absurd the situation was, that's how much Doflamingo wanted to kill the clown in front of him.

No, it should be torture. He wanted to torture this clown thousands and thousands of times over!

The white line extends from his fingertips.

"You know what, I'm actually starting to regret it."

Bucky tilted his head. "You guys are never very fun to play with, or you like to hide behind the scenes and do some shady plans."

"Do you know Satan? That old man."

“Let’s make a bet. He’s definitely hiding in some tall building right now, thinking about how to kill me.”

"Actually, I would prefer him to appear in front of me directly."

"That would be so much fun."

He seemed to have gotten into the swing of things and started talking non-stop.

"Of course, it eventually turned out this way."

Bucky shrugged. "It's all because of your plan."

As he spoke calmly, the palace became even more dilapidated.

Gladius threw several pebbles from the gear mechanism in his arm and blasted them apart.

The flames swept through the smoke and dust, but a few thin threads emerged from them.

Gradus's body suddenly turned around like a marionette.

"Their blood will be on your head."

Ming-ge's figure emerged from the smoke and dust.

His fingers were pulling on a white thread, the other end of which was tied to Gladius.

Parasite lines, that's also one of his specialties.

Gladius spun around, grabbing a flammable stone and hurling it at Bucky.

One clown alters cognition, another clown controls the body.

It's really fun.

Bucky narrowed his eyes again. "Is this your little plan?"

The knife emerged from his fingertips, slicing through the pebbles while simultaneously piercing Gladius's throat.

"I never make plans."

He flicked the knife, and blood splattered on the ground.

"I just want you to see how ridiculous your plan to control everything is, and how fragile your so-called family is."

Gladius's eyes suddenly darkened, and blood continued to gush from the gash in his throat.

"Caesar, Monet, Vergo, research institute, artificial Devil Fruit."

“Look, they’ve all become pebbles thrown at you now.”

"It's all because of you."

"I was just taking advantage of your plan."

Bucky smiled shyly.

The "family member" wearing a black trench coat suddenly collapsed in front of him.

Click click click.

Ming's knuckles cracked, and for the first time, he felt his blood pressure spike to his brain.