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

Chapter 70 What do you mean by "That's your money"? That's our money!

After the pirate henchmen dispersed, the deck fell silent.

Nami closed the almost empty wooden box, stretched her aching wrists, and let out a long sigh: "I'm exhausted."

While counting money can be fun, it can get tiring if you count too much.

"Thank you for your hard work," Bucky said.

"You still know how to say you've worked hard," Nami muttered, putting the wooden box aside and walking to Buggy's side. "You're so free, just sitting here and doing nothing."

"That's the perk of being captain. You guys do the work, I get the benefits." Buggy's lips curled up slightly. Nami rolled her eyes at him but didn't argue.

Nojiko stepped out from behind Buggy, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, and handed it to Buggy: "Captain, tea."

"Hmm." Bucky took the teacup and took a sip.

Nochiko stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the distant dock.

A few pirate henchmen were coming out of the tavern, carrying bottles of liquor and wearing satisfied smiles.

"They seem happy," Nochigo said.

"Of course." Bucky put down his teacup. "You've worked so hard for so long, you need to relax a bit."

"Aren't you afraid they'll cause trouble?"

Bucky's voice was calm. "They know the consequences."

Noki nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Just then, footsteps came from the direction of the cabin.

Nojiko turned around and looked in that direction.

It's Alvida.

"Captain," Alvida said, walking up to Bucky, "the Baroque Works people are here."

Bucky raised an eyebrow slightly: "Who?"

"Miss. All Sunday and Miss. Double Fingers," Alvida said, "and a few other people with them, waiting outside."

Bucky leaned back in his chair.

Miss. Two fingers don't matter.

The important one is Miss. All Sunday Nicole Robin.

Or rather, the devil's child, Neko Robin.

Bucky's lips curled into a slight smile: "Let them in."

After defeating Crocodile, Bucky also contacted Baroque Works' spies and made a request, such as exchanging money.

Although these spies are no longer loitering around outside the Buggy Pirates' territory.

However, there were still some in more distant places, and Crocdale cleverly left some people behind to facilitate communication.

But Bucky's goal is simple.

To be honest, pirate ships are only so big.

Having too many miscellaneous treasures takes up a lot of space and is inconvenient to store.

Because gold, silver, pearls, gemstones, etc., have different storage conditions, especially paper pelies.

Pakistan's goal is to exchange miscellaneous things for gold!

A group of people were standing outside the circus tent.

The two women were leading the group.

A man wearing a revealing black leather jacket and with a large, wavy head that looked like a ball of purple yarn.

Although her hairstyle and clothes are strange, she is actually very beautiful and has a great figure.

Miss. Two Fingers, the user of the Thorn-Thorn Fruit.

Another woman stood beside her, wearing a dark blue robe with the hood pulled low, obscuring most of her face.

Only a section of her fair chin and a few strands of long black hair were visible.

Miss. All Sunday · Nicole Robin — at least that's how it seems.

Pora's gaze swept over the busy pirate minions, then over the two pirate ships in the distance, and finally landed on the pirate flag with a red-nosed skull printed on it in the center of the tent.

"Is this Bucky the Clown's fleet?" Paula's voice was low, carrying a hint of indescribable emotion.

It's a pity that no one complimented me after I asked the question, which made it a bit boring.

Paula turned her head and looked at [Miss. All Sunday] beside her.

"You're quite calm," Paula said.

[Miss. All Sunday] did not answer; her expression was obscured by her hood.

"Feed." Pora frowned. "Are you listening to me?"

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"I'm listening." [Miss. All Sunday] spoke, her voice carrying a strange, androgynous tone. "I'm just thinking, this woman always makes me handle these kinds of things while she hides behind and watches the show. It's infuriating."

Paula's lips twitched: "You know she doesn't like these kinds of occasions."

"Then why should I like it?"

"Because you acted so well."

[Miss. All Sunday] paused for a moment, then uttered a sound that was difficult to decipher.

Her gaze fell on the huge pirate ship moored at the dock.

The pirate flag on the bow of the ship fluttered in the wind, its red-nosed skull pattern particularly glaring in the sunlight.

"Buggy the Clown." [Miss. All Sunday] repeated the name in a low voice, "To be able to lie low in a place like the East Blue for so many years, and then defeat Arlong and Smoker in one fell swoop—this guy is not simple."

Because Bucky has made very few appearances in this world, but has a very good track record, the general public is not really clear about his actual strength.

We can only draw conclusions based on Bucky's record, but he is definitely stronger than Smoker.

As for the battle between Bucky and Crocdar, no one knows about it to this day.

"Nonsense," Paula said. "Would the organization treat a simple character like this?"

[Miss. All Sunday] did not speak.

Just then, a pirate henchman ran off the ship and walked up to them.

"You two." The pirate henchman's voice was tense, clearly feeling a lot of pressure in front of these two women. "The captain wants you to come over."

Paula and [Miss. All Sunday] exchanged a glance, then followed the pirate henchman toward the dock.

Although the organization claims they've already made contact with the Buggy Pirates, the specifics of how things will proceed depend on the two of them.

Inside the cabin of the Giant.

Bucky sat in the main seat, his hands clasped over his stomach, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed door.

Then the door opened.

The pirate henchman walked in first and stood to the side.

Then there were two women.

Paula walked ahead, her high heels clicking crisply on the wooden floor.

As she walked in, her gaze swept across the entire hall, from the chandelier on the ceiling to the nautical charts on the walls, to the tea set on the table, and finally landed on the masked man in the main seat.

With just one glance, Pora stopped in her tracks.

It's an instinct, an animalistic alertness.

As a senior agent of Baroque Works, she considered herself to have seen quite a few powerful individuals.

Even among all the powerful individuals she had ever met, Bucky was the type who put immense pressure on her.

It was an extremely quiet silence, like an abyss.

The man sat there, doing nothing and saying nothing.

But it seemed as if he controlled the air in the entire hall.

Paula took a deep breath and continued walking forward.

[Miss. All Sunday] followed behind her, walking a little slower than Bora, and with a more casual demeanor.

When she came in, her face under the hood lifted slightly, revealing her eyes.

Those eyes lingered on Bucky for a moment, then looked away.

"Baroque Works, Miss Two-Fingers Paula." Paula stopped and bowed slightly. "Greetings, Lord Clown King."

"Baroque Works, Miss All Sunday Robin." [Miss All Sunday] stopped and bowed slightly. "Greetings, Lord Pied King."

Bucky's gaze swept over Paula and landed on [Miss. All Sunday] behind her.

Bucky's lips curled into a slight smile. "Take off your hat."

[Miss. All Sunday] paused slightly.

Paula frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

Although impersonation has a deceptive element, the two parties are not in a subordinate relationship, but rather a cooperative one.

Therefore, impersonation is not considered an offense unless it involves specific matters.

[Miss. All Sunday] raised her hand and pulled down her hood.

She revealed a face with an intellectual beauty.

Judging from her facial features alone, this is indeed [Miss. All Sunday Nicole Robin].

The only problem is that it doesn't feel right to people.

In terms of temperament, he lacks the kind of resilience that comes from enduring oppression and traversing countless darknesses.

Bucky could only sense a frivolous and unrestrained air, like an actor trying to maintain an expression while playing a role.

Then it's easy to guess who this person is.

To demonstrate his profound mystery, Bucky decided to reveal the truth directly: "The Bon Clay."

[Miss. All Sunday]'s expression froze for a moment.

Paula's pupils contracted sharply.

"Wh-what?" [Miss. All Sunday]'s voice changed.

After Bucky exposed her identity, her voice changed from a female voice to a sharp, panicked, androgynous tone: "You—how could you—"

"Your acting is good, but you can't fool me," Bucky said with interest.

[Miss. All Sunday], no, Mr. 2 von Clay stood there, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment.

"How—how did you know?" Von Clay's voice had completely transformed into a strange male voice with a distinctive accent.

"In this world, there is something called Observation Haki," Buggy said calmly. "It can sense a person's aura, emotions, and even the essence of their heart."

His gaze fell on von Klay's face, as if he were looking at something interesting.

You can change your appearance, but you can't change your heart.

"Your demeanor and expression do not match your appearance and the status you should have."

As for how he knew the name, Bucky didn't intend to say.

After all, this is an information gap brought about by God's perspective. Even if he wanted to pretend to be wise and say that he has Observation Haki to foresee the future and read people's minds, he couldn't do it.

Pretending to be lucky is fine, but if you overdo it and end up looking foolishly lucky, that's not good.

Von Clay's lips twitched, then he smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

With a laugh, von Clay tore off his robe, revealing an extravagant ballet costume underneath.

"Amazing! Amazing! No wonder he's the Clown King, whom even the boss has no choice but to cooperate with!"

He bowed deeply to Bucky, his gesture exaggerated as if he were taking a bow on stage.

"Mr. 2 Bon Clay! Greetings, Lord Clown!"

At least for now, von Klay is completely convinced.

Furthermore, he didn't like dressing up as Robin; it would be perfect if he didn't have to hide his identity.

Paula stood to the side, looking at von Clay, then at Bucky, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she said nothing.

The situation has now exceeded the original plan.

emm————Let's just give up and do whatever we want.

"Then let's end this small talk and get back to the work we agreed on." Buggy changed his posture.

Mr. 2 Bon Clay's disguise as Robin was a private matter for Baroque Works and had nothing to do with Buggy.

Paula took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down: "The boss said you have a batch of treasure from Whiskey Peak and Little Garden, and some other things. The organization can help you cash in it out and exchange it for gold bars."

This is the request that Bucky informed Crocodile of, and Crocodile apparently agreed.

The only problem is what the exchange rate will be.

After all, going through Crocodile's channels would definitely not be a 1:1 exchange, because exchanging on the black market would result in losses.

Simply put, it's money laundering.

There's no such thing as a 1:1 money laundering operation.

Normally, the loss rate for money laundering is 15%, and it can be as high as 30% for more expensive cases. In severe cases, it can be more than 40% – and there is no upper limit to this.

Bucky's gaze lingered on Bora's face for a long time.

It went on until beads of sweat started to appear on Paula's forehead.

"Okay," Bucky finally spoke, "but what about the price?"

"Seventy percent of the market price," Paula said. "That's what the boss wants."

Crocodile didn't ask for an exorbitant amount, but it's unlikely that Crocodile would not ask for an exorbitant amount.

However, this price isn't exactly ripping people off; it's the upper limit of normal wear and tear.

"Seventy percent?" Nami frowned. "Why don't you just rob it?"

Paula's lips twitched, as if she wanted to say that much of the treasure inside was looted by them at Whiskey Peak.

Paula: That was originally our money.

Nami continued, "You know the value of those treasures better than we do. Seventy percent? We won't even get our money back."

Although it's a complete lie to say that these treasures were basically picked up and stolen, that doesn't stop Nami from saying it, and that's what you call bargaining.

Nami: What do you mean, "That's your money"? That's our money!

Although neither side explicitly stated their meaning, the implications were quite clear.

"This is the boss's idea," Pora repeated.

"Nami's meaning is my meaning," Buggy said with interest.

—It's quite interesting to see others in trouble.

Paula fell silent.

The boss on the other side is there, but not only is my own boss not there, the person who was disguised as the deputy boss has also been exposed. How can we negotiate like this?

"Eighty percent." Pora gritted her teeth. "That's the highest we can go. The organization needs to make money and keep things in check. Eighty percent is the limit."

This is truly the limit for Baroque Studios.

Because a large portion of the treasure that Bucky sold was looted from Whiskey Peak.

This money originally belonged to the Baroque Studio and was to be used as operating funds for the Baroque Studio.

Brazil's sudden acquisition has already strained their cash flow.

Nami glanced at Buggy, then looked at Bora: "Deal. Remember to exchange it for gold."

"Okay." Pora nodded.

The two then discussed some more details.

Buggy didn't say anything more, he just sat there and watched Nami and Bora haggle back and forth.

Von Clay stood behind Paula, his eyes fixed on Bucky.

You are indeed very strong.

"I think to myself," von Klay thought.

Bucky the Clown.

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