Pirate: I, Buggy, am the Emperor, the Emperor of the Clown King!

Chapter 52 Hehehe, The Clown's Thriller Musical

Miss Monday's eyes were fixed on the exit of the plaza. The reason she stopped was that the Buggy Pirates had already ceased their pursuit.

In that direction, a group of people were running out.

Then one by one their steps slowed down, until finally they stopped and stood still.

It felt like being choked by a green, corpse-like hand reaching out from a tomb.

The Baroque studio staff stared ahead, mouths agape and eyes wide.

There was a person standing there.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds onto the person.

Yellow shoes, green pants, red shirt, white gloves, blue hair.

Beneath the black and white mask, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

A terrifying gale howled out from behind the man.

He stood there with his hands behind his back.

Night spread out behind him, darkness enveloping him like a cloak.

Bucky the Clown makes his appearance.

Good evening, everyone!

"You should recognize me by now, right?"

Bucky felt that his appearance was very timely and fit the current atmosphere.

So he greeted her very gently, with an air of aristocratic elegance.

However, the clown's style under the black night sky, combined with his elegant demeanor, only evokes fear.

None of the members of the Baroque Works took it as a greeting; instead, they all kept swallowing.

"That pirate flag!" At that moment, a member of Baroque Works pointed to the Giant, which was moored by the water.

Because the banquet was brightly lit, and the moonlight was actually quite nice tonight, it was still possible to see outside.

During the day, the pirate flag had a skull and a heart on it.

It's the so-called Lady Pirates.

Now, the pirate flag features a skull with a red nose.

The red-nosed skull represents the Buggy Pirates.

At that moment, all the members of the Baroque Studio finally realized a fact.

There's no such thing as a "Lady Pirates" crew; it's just the Buggy Pirates playing a joke on everyone.

"Small, tiny, tiny————"

"The Clown King! Bucky!"

One of the staff members from the Baroque Studio finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out.

Although the bounty amount for Bucky's rampage in Loguetown had not yet been finalized or spread by the Marine Headquarters.

But news of what Pakistan did had already spread.

That was incredibly arrogant!

They can already be considered great pirates who have traveled from the East Blue to the Grand Line, and such people are generally not among Baroque Works' targets.

"Roar!" Lion Leigh roared and jumped behind Bucky to be Bucky's backdrop.

Because of his distinctive appearance, Leigh Leigh was naturally unable to attend the previous banquet.

So he's stuck on the pirate ship with Buggy, which, frankly, puts a lot of pressure on Lion Riki, and he's taking it out on the Baroque Works members.

"I was thinking—" Bucky's lips curled up slightly beneath his mask, "Why did you run away?"

No one answered.

No one dared to answer.

"You clearly think you are the hunters, you clearly think you are the masters of this land."

Bucky's gaze swept across the faces of those people, his eyes subtly mocking. "Why did the hunter become the hunted?"

For these Baroque Studio members, such contemptuous mockery reveals a despairing truth—they are the butcher, and I am the fish on the chopping block.

"Do you know?" Bucky raised a hand, his fingers spread wide, as if he were holding something invisible.

"Visible fear is not scary; what is scary is invisible fear."

His fingers slowly closed, forming a fist.

"And you are too weak, so for you, this world is full of unseen fears."

Bucky didn't really care about these cannon fodder from Baroque Works in front of him.

But he figured he could use these guys to say hello to Crocodile.

That's right, his real target is Crocodile.

The members of the Baroque Works began to tremble.

Some people knelt down with a thud, some slumped on the ground, and some leaned against the wall like a lump of mud.

Bucky ignored them.

His gaze passed over the heads of those people and landed in the center of the square behind them.

Because of Buggy's presence, Alvida is suppressing her bloodlust.

Bucky was very pleased with this self-restraint.

He wanted an obedient, loyal dog, not a mad, stray dog.

"Hehehe, let's prepare a gift for someone~"

"From now on, all Baroque Works personnel are not allowed to move. Let me explain the rules of the game."

As Bucky finished speaking, several ace throwing knives flashed by, instantly slicing several Baroque workers who hadn't controlled their movements in time in half.

This made the remaining members of the Baroque Studio tremble even more, and they roughly stopped what they were doing.

"The game is very simple, after I explain~"

"If you can jump into that river, you'll have the right to live a full life tonight."

"But otherwise, you'll have to accept punishment."

"Cut off the left hand and left foot?"

"Cut off his right hand and right foot?"

"Cut off both hands?"

"Cut off both legs?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"My lovely subordinates, let's put on a clown horror musical!"

"Whether you kill them or not is up to you, but I would prefer you to spare more lives."

"I'll count to 3~2~1~"

"3~"

"2~"

"2~"

rustling sound—

Several Baroque Works members, too tense to react to the numbers Bucky mentioned, were once again sliced ​​in half by the Ace Throwing Knife.

"2~"

1!

'

The night breeze swept across the square.

"Game start~"

As soon as Bucky finished speaking, the entire square seemed to explode.

The one who reacted the fastest and was the first to rush out was Alvida, who was the strongest.

The urge to kill was insatiable.

The spiked club was dragged in her hand, its spikes scraping against the stone pavement, sending up a string of dazzling sparks and making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Although his running posture was not elegant, and even somewhat clumsy.

But the way he ran while dragging the spiked club was just like a tank about to crush the battlefield.

A member of the Baroque workshop was running too slowly and caught a glimpse of a dark shadow looming over him from the side.

He instinctively turned around and saw the dense spikes on the spiked club, and behind the spikes, Alvida's beautiful face, slightly distorted with excitement.

"No," the stick falls.

A flesh and blood body is as fragile as a tomato being hit by a hammer in front of a spiked club.

This isn't just a matter of cracking; it's like it was completely smashed apart.

Minced meat and bone fragments mingled with the night and scattered in all directions, splashing onto the faces and bodies of several Baroque members nearby.

Some people vomited on the spot, while others collapsed to their knees due to weakness in their legs—and once they made such a move, despair awaited them.

Alvida walked through the blood mist, a few warm drops clinging to her face.

She licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue and smiled.

Ah!

is blood!

It's blood!

At this moment, the tyranny that Alvida had been suppressing deep inside her was finally released.

"This is on me."

After she finished speaking, she rushed toward her next target.

Mochi doesn't have Alvida's power to shatter people, but his whip is more terrifying than a spiked club in the night.

Keep in mind that whips are swung very quickly, much faster than Bialita's spiked club.

The truth is, compared to Mochi, Alvida's spiked club is simply not suitable for easy wins.

The whip tip whips through the air, tearing it apart with a shriek, and when it hits someone, it causes their skin to bleed.

After all, even an ordinary person can produce a sonic boom when they wield a whip.

Mochi's strength goes without saying.

He really can whip a person in two.

"You run pretty fast." Mochi grinned, his whip wrapping around the ankle of a running Baroque member, and he yanked it sharply.

The man was lifted into the air, like a fish pulled from the water, flailing his limbs in vain.

Before he could land, Mochi flicked his wrist, loosened the whip from his ankle, changed angle in mid-air, and wrapped it around his neck.

"Click."

The sound of a cervical vertebra breaking was so faint that it was almost inaudible on the battlefield, where screams echoed everywhere.

But when the person landed, their neck was tilted to one side at an impossible angle, causing everyone who saw it to gasp in shock.

Mochi flicked the blood off his whip and walked toward his next prey.

This is a game, and only a game.

Mochi knew very well that the purpose of this game was not to kill a lot of people, so playing around with it was enough and there was no need to be too aggressive.

Kabaji, on the other hand, has a completely different style.

Unlike Alvida's crushing, Mochi's strangulation.

Kabaji is a proper knife-wielding knife.

He carried a knife in each hand and moved through the chaotic crowd.

The blade reflected a cold, silvery light in the moonlight, and with each flash, a scream pierced the air.

He didn't strike vital organs.

Bucky said—cut off his hands and feet.

Then cut off their hands and feet.

Even if Bucky was talking about punishment after the game, it wouldn't stop him from doing it now.

Since Bucky's rules weren't very comprehensive, Kabaji could only guess.

As a result, Kabaji didn't kill a single one tonight.

A Baroque member charged at him, brandishing a dagger. Kabaji dodged to the side, his right hand drawing the dagger in an arc as it grazed the man's wrist.

A flash of blood.

A hand holding a short knife flew out, the knife and all, rolled twice on the ground, and landed in the dust.

The man paused for a second, then looked down at his bare wrist.

Blood gushed from the cut, appearing eerily black under the moonlight.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Kabaji ignored his screams, and with a swift movement, severed his left foot at the ankle.

The man collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain like a dying fish.

"one."

Screams echoed throughout the square.

Someone had their left hand chopped off, and was rolling on the ground clutching their bleeding wrist. Before they could even get up, their ankle was severed by another knife.

Some people were so terrified that they squatted on the ground, covering their heads and muttering something no one could understand. Then, Buggy's crew henchmen picked them up like chickens and slashed them, their arms falling to the ground.

One of the young pirate henchmen, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, was participating in such a scene for the first time, and his hands were shaking so badly that he could barely hold his sword.

A female member of the Baroque Society was kneeling in front of him, her face covered in snot and tears, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Please! Please let me go! I still have—"

'

The young henchman glanced back at Bucky, who was standing in the center of the square.

Bucky's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, were staring at him—devoid of any emotion, and it was questionable whether they were even looking in his direction.

The young henchman gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swung his knife down.

Screams pierced the night sky.

Lion Leakey did not participate in the pursuit.

It crouched beside Bucky, its beastly eyes fixed on the carnage in the square, occasionally flicking its tail.

This lion had no interest in such games; he preferred to demonstrate his loyalty to his leader.

That's right, this lion-chicken is incredibly cunning.

But it didn't do nothing either.

One of the Baroque members inexplicably ran in the wrong direction and charged toward Bucky.

He was probably terrified and had no idea where he was running.

Liji stood up and let out a low growl.

The man looked up and saw a gaping, blood-red mouth.

The lion pounced, pinning the man to the ground, its two front paws pressing down on his chest. Hot breath, carrying a fishy smell, spewed from the lion's mouth.

The chase lasted for two minutes.

Members of the Baroque Workshop lay scattered across the square. Some of these Baroque Workshop members were dead, some were still alive, some were intact, and some were missing their hands and feet.

The blood flowed in streams, trickling through the cracks in the stone pavement and pooling in the low-lying areas.

The stench of blood was so strong it was almost tangible, carried on the night breeze.

Those Baroque members who managed to escape to the river were all lying on the bank, panting heavily, and trembling as they looked at the extremely tragic scene in the square.

Bucky looked toward the water's edge, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his mask.

"Congratulations, you've passed tonight's game."

He was laughing, but there was no warmth in his laughter.

"So next one—"

—"

"The reward for your success is one."

"Cut off the hands and feet of your comrades with your own hands."

"Please come over here, everyone!"

Bucky raised his hand and gestured "please" towards the river.

The survivors in the water lost all color from their faces in an instant.

Ikaram, leaning against the wall, sat on the ground, clutching his ribs, watching all of this.

Fear and anger were beyond words in describing his emotions.

It was a despair that penetrated to the very marrow of one's bones.

"We are pirates, and you should know very well the consequences of offending pirates." The cold, pale moonlight shone on Buggy's face, making his masked face appear even more terrifying.

Even the pirates of Buggy's crew couldn't help but swallow hard when they saw Buggy's current appearance.

It's a good thing that the eldest son is strong.

When the boss is as strong as a devil, things can get tricky.

The moonlight shone on the cactus mountain made of tombstones.

The cross-shaped tombstones gleamed pale in the moonlight, like open eyes gazing upon this land soaked in blood.