Joker, clown?

The men immediately scattered and retreated to either side when they saw the two Undead approach. They wondered if the adult behind the bar would be able to stop them if things escalated.

Reiner paid them no mind, controlling the Saw Devil to sit at the bar, then followed suit himself.

"Our boss is here to make a deal," Reiner stated directly, without any preamble. "We need Seastone products in stock. If you have them, name your price."

The white-haired old man glanced at him but said nothing, then turned his gaze back to the two Undead.

Reiner naturally understood what he meant. He looked at the Chainsaw Devil and simultaneously made the Chainsaw Devil flick its head at him.

Only then did the old man look back at Reiner, thinking to himself, "Are these two cyborgs? Are they arrogant, or just unable to speak?"

He had come from the Grand Line to the East Blue to manage the Loguetown outpost and had seen all sorts of strange things.

Looking at the appearance of these two figures, his first reaction was cyborgs. Their very similar appearances further solidified this belief.

Because two Devil Fruit users with the exact same ability wouldn't appear at the same time. Similarities might exist, but the probability of two such individuals also being together was minuscule.

"Two pairs of Seastone handcuffs, fifteen million Beli per pair," the white-haired old man stated calmly. He didn't doubt whether the other party could afford them.

Few people in the East Blue even knew about Devil Fruits, and even fewer knew about Seastone, which could neutralize their abilities.

Since the other party came directly to inquire, they certainly weren't ignorant.

"Do you have Seastone bullets?" Reiner pressed.

"Seastone is extremely difficult to process into bullets. Each costs six million Beli, and I have sixteen rounds here," the white-haired old man replied. "Also, they require a special gun to fire, which costs eight million per gun."

Reiner deliberately glanced at the Chainsaw Devil, then made the Chainsaw Devil nod slightly.

"I'll take all the handcuffs, guns, and bullets. Do you have any extra guns?"

"We have three in stock."

"Package them all up," Reiner said decisively.

Isn't having spares and spares for spares common sense?

"Are you sure?"

The white-haired old man's expression finally changed. He had guessed the other party could afford it, but he didn't expect them to be buying out his stock.

This would all add up to one hundred and fifty million Beli!

Who are they fighting that they need to spend this much? We might as well just hire ourselves out as thugs.

If Reiner knew what the other party was thinking, he'd burst out laughing. Double that amount, three hundred million, and you can go take out Old Sand and Enel.

"Yes, I'll take them all."

"Count the money," Kurok said slowly to the men who had retreated to the side. "You all go get the goods for him to inspect."

Reiner directly placed the money bag he was carrying onto the bar. He wasn't sure how much money he'd need for this trip.

Of the four hundred million Beli he'd gotten from Arlong, he'd left one hundred million for Cocoyasi Village and brought the remaining three hundred million with him.

Although this was the Pirate Crew's treasury, no one would say anything about money spent on essentials.

As Reiner unzipped the bag, the old man's breathing noticeably hitched.

Truth be told, the white-haired old man was tempted. In the East Blue, if someone put three hundred million in front of him and he wasn't tempted, that would be truly bizarre.

But the white-haired old man didn't make a move. Joker's business spanned the globe. If he acted and couldn't take down the other party on the spot, it would severely damage Joker's reputation.

Forcing down the urge to act, the white-haired old man began counting the money, while his peripheral vision tracked the Saw Devil duo, calculating the probability of taking them down.

Reiner, on the other hand, was a little disappointed. This old man wasn't weak, but he could tell that the old man's strength was still inferior to Arlong's.

Reiner was practically hoping the other party would make a move and stage a black-on-black ambush. As for Doflamingo…

Just keep your hands clean. It'll be ages before he can trace it back to me. By then, who knows what my strength will be?

Even Doflamingo would probably have to weigh his options.

"Should I make the first move later? Is it necessary? It's not like I can't afford this money." Reiner mused internally.

He wasn't afraid of not being able to win; he was afraid of the other party running away.

Reiner continuously pulled out stacks of money from the bag, and the white-haired old man slowly counted the bills.

Both men harbored their own ulterior motives.

"Boss Kurok, the goods are here." Several men emerged from the back, each carrying a briefcase.

It was then that Reiner learned the old man's name. The men placed the briefcases on the table and then retreated.

The old man, Kurok, pushed the counted money aside, then opened the briefcases and turned them to display their contents to Reiner.

Two pairs of Seastone handcuffs, three ordinary-looking revolvers, and finally, three revolver magazines. Two were loaded with six Seastone bullets each, and one magazine had two empty slots.

"We work for Joker. Since you found us, you must know our reputation. Of course, you can try one out first."

"Oh, Mr. Kurok, what are you saying? As if I wouldn't trust you," Reiner chuckled awkwardly, closing the briefcase.

"Alright then, the transaction is officially complete. No returns or exchanges once you leave this shop," Kurok said, collecting the money from the bar.

Reiner placed the briefcase into the half-empty money bag, then picked up the bag.

He extended a hand to shake Kurok's, while simultaneously controlling the Sword Devil and the Chainsaw Devil to stand up and leave.

Kurok also reached out his hand, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the movements of the Sword Devil and Chainsaw Devil.

Their hands clasped together, squeezing tightly several times.

Reiner controlled the two Undead to turn and walk towards the door. As Kurok watched them turn their backs, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

As the Saw Devil pair slowly walked, Reiner and Kurok began to release each other, their hands slowly retracting in mid-air.

The room was silent, as if the air had solidified.

Bang!

Kurok exploded into action!

He slammed his hands onto the bar counter, combined with pushing off the ground with his legs. With the added force of these two actions, he shot forward at an incredibly high speed.

"Die!!!"

His plan was to instantly ambush and kill them both, then slowly deal with the blond lackey.

If he made it clean, no one would find out.

"I knew you were a scumbag!"

At the exact moment Kurok burst out, several spatial rifts instantly opened throughout the room.

Several opened in front of the four men, and one appeared directly behind Kurok!

This was a battle where the outcome had to be decided immediately upon action.

If they could take down the opponent right here in this room, there would be no problems.

But if the opponent escaped, endless trouble would follow.

Both sides harbored the same thought.

Although Reiner intentionally lured Kurok by having the two Undead turn their backs, if Kurok hadn't attacked, Reiner would have simply left.

However, there was no "if." The opponent had made their move, so Reiner had to be even more ruthless.

Kurok's hands transformed into blades, striking towards the necks of the Saw Devil from behind.

At the same time, from the spatial rift behind him, a pair of sharp-clawed arms reached out, stabbing fiercely towards the opponent's waist.

The Saw Devil had no eyes in the back of its head and couldn't see Kurok, but Reiner saw everything clearly.

The instant the opponent made a move, he controlled the Undead to turn around, while simultaneously drawing his Bone Chain Sword, its tip pointed at Kurok.

You think you're ambushing them?

This time, it's four of us ganging up on you, old man!

Three long blades and three chainsaws simultaneously slashed towards Kurok. At the same time, several sharp claws reached his waist from behind.

"Shoot him!!!"

The serrated tip of the Bone Chain Sword suddenly shot out!

Pfft! Pfft!

Pfft! Pfft!

In an instant...

The Bone Chain Sword pierced through Kurok's body. The Wolverine's claws deeply embedded themselves into his waist. The two Saw Devil Undead also slashed their blades into his shoulders, neck, and chest.

Kurok lost his balance in mid-air. The impact from attacks coming from multiple directions caused his body to twist and fall heavily forward.

If you're going to do it, do it fast, and do it ruthlessly!

"H-how could this be?" Kurok's pupils dilated in disbelief. He lay sprawled in a pool of blood, coughing as he spoke:

"I'm... cough... Joker's man. If you kill me..."

Reiner ignored him completely, delivering the finishing blow. "Killing you is the only way there won't be any trouble, old man."

He then hacked the four men in the corner to death before slowly walking towards the back of the tavern.

Harvest a wave, then destroy the evidence and leave.

I'll carry him, he'll carry me, the votes will follow, no problem at all.