This time, Buggy and Lafitte acted together. Once they arrived on the island, they split up to gather information about Weevil.
They didn't bother trying to buy intel—after all, the two people they were looking for were so distinctive that anyone who had seen them would remember. Asking the locals directly was the faster option.
And sure enough, they quickly got results.
According to some island residents, three days ago, a very short woman and a dimwitted-looking young man had arrived and gotten into a conflict with the local mafia, eventually taking over their headquarters.
After regrouping, Buggy and Lafitte headed toward the mafia stronghold the residents had mentioned.
Even before they got close, they could hear intense fighting—the clashing of weapons, the crackle of gunfire, and loud shouting and cursing.
Buggy signaled for patience and, taking Lafitte with him, used Moonwalk to leap up to the roof of a tall building overlooking the scene.
From their vantage point, they saw two opposing groups.
On one side stood a short-statured woman and a muscular young man wielding a massive guandao. The man looked powerful but had a foolish, dazed expression.
The other side was made up of a large number of black-suited goons, clearly mafia muscle, armed with blades and guns.
Buggy instantly identified them: the short woman was Miss Bakkin, and the young man was her son, Edward Weevil. Their enemies were West Blue's local mafia.
Lying on the ground were more than a dozen men in black—presumably those already taken down by Weevil.
"You two nobodies dare to mess with our mafia in the West Blue? You must have a death wish!"
"Mama! Let me deal with them! I'll smash them all!"
"No, my sweet boy. They haven't paid us yet!"
Miss Bakkin faced off against the mafia and shouted:
"I helped you take care of your enemies, and now you refuse to pay up? What kind of deal is that? Hand over the money, or I'll keep this base for myself!"
One of the mafia leaders stepped forward:
"We've already paid you what we owed. The sum you're demanding was never part of our agreement. And don't think you can push us around—we've got the backing of the Capone Family, one of the biggest mafia syndicates in the West Blue. You're the ones who should watch their mouths."
"I don't care what family you're from," Bakkin sneered. "I solved your problem. That means you pay. The pittance you offered doesn't cover my services."
The argument continued, neither side willing to make the next move, but both clearly on edge.
Watching the standoff, Buggy's mind began to turn.
He whispered his plan to Lafitte, who nodded in understanding.
Lafitte immediately leapt off the rooftop and ran toward the Glory to retrieve Dadi.
Dadi was a key piece of Buggy's strategy.
The plan was simple: have Dadi assassinate Miss Bakkin and frame the mafia, triggering Weevil's wrath.
Once Bakkin was dead, Buggy would show up, posing as Weevil's distant cousin, and take him in.
With Weevil's childlike mind, Buggy was confident he could easily trick and recruit him.
By the time Lafitte returned with Dadi, he'd picked up a black suit for Dadi to disguise himself as part of the mafia. Dressed up and hidden in the shadows behind the mafia lines, Dadi crept into position.
The argument was still ongoing.
Without hesitation, Dadi drew two pistols, aimed at Bakkin and Weevil, and opened fire.
Several shots rang out before Dadi quickly retreated, not even checking whether he'd hit his targets, and slipped away to return to the Glory.
The gunshots stunned everyone.
The mafia was confused—they hadn't ordered the attack.
Bakkin was dumbfounded—why had they suddenly turned on her?
But Weevil was quick to react.
He raised his guandao and deflected all the bullets aimed at him.
Bakkin, however, had no such skills.
She didn't even try to dodge—the bullets struck her directly, and she collapsed to the ground, dead, witnessed by every mafia member present.
Seeing his mother fall, Weevil screamed:
"NO! MAMA! You can't die!"
He dropped his weapon and ran to her, cradling her body, tears pouring from his eyes as he wailed.
"Captain, should we go in now?"
Lafitte glanced at Buggy.
"Wait a bit longer," Buggy replied. "Weevil's about to lose it. Let him wipe out the mafia first. Once they're gone, we'll show up. Fewer witnesses, fewer problems."
Lafitte nodded in agreement.
It was a sound strategy.
Sure enough, just as Buggy predicted, Weevil's grief turned to fury.
His eyes went red, and with his limited intelligence, he blamed the mafia for his mother's death.
"MAMA!!!"
He let out a furious roar, grabbed his guandao, and charged the mafia ranks.
They had no chance.
Weevil was like a one-man wrecking crew—one slash, one corpse.
In no time, he'd massacred the entire gang.
When the last man fell, Weevil lost his target and returned to his senses.
Still sobbing, he returned to Bakkin's corpse and broke down once again.
Buggy remained where he was.
Going out now could backfire—Weevil might confuse them for mafia members, and with that childlike mind, there was no telling what he'd do.
Instead, he and Lafitte waited on the rooftop, watching as Weevil wept.
His grief was real—he cried straight into the night and into the next morning.
Only when hunger got the better of him did Weevil lift Bakkin's body and carry her toward a nearby restaurant.
Buggy knew—the time had come.
He and Lafitte descended from the rooftop and began making their way toward the restaurant.
Inside, they saw a gruesome scene—Weevil had just cut down a waiter with a single strike, then walked toward a table, cradling the corpse.
The other customers and the owner scattered in terror, running for their lives.
Buggy could guess what happened:
Weevil brought in a corpse, the waiter tried to stop him, a conflict broke out—and that was the result.
Buggy didn't care about the details.
He just walked straight toward Weevil.