Bitz slowly descended from the air with his arms crossed. The moment he saw them, he recognized the two.
The bald man dressed like a martial monk should be Mr. 1, Crocodile's future loyal subordinate.
As for the woman, to be honest, Bitz had somewhat forgotten her name. He only remembered she could turn herself into a 'porcupine' and had beaten Nami badly in the future.
"Woman..." Bitz stroked his chin as he looked at Miss Doublefinger.
"Black leather, high heels, not a bad figure, but she's as thin as a rake, completely lacking any fleshiness."
"And her hairstyle is weird too, it's actually curly hair, plus these thick lips..."
"No good, doesn't match my aesthetic at all. It can't even get my weapon to get up."
Right in front of Doublefinger, Bitz appraised her and concluded she was an ugly woman.
Hearing this, Doublefinger's fists instantly hardened, 'Did this bastard even know what sexy meant?'
Crack—
Doublefinger clenched her fists, the knuckles emitting sharp cracking sounds.
"Mr. 1, I'll handle this guy. You have no objections, right?"
Sensing the killing intent emanating from his partner beside him, Mr. 1 silently shook his head.
With his consent, Doublefinger immediately stopped hesitating, pushed off with her feet, and charged at the opponent.
Mr. 1 no longer paid attention to this side, turning his head to look at the sailboat approaching.
Their main task was to rescue the Vice President. This man had angered his partner; his fate was sealed.
But the moment his head turned, Doublefinger flew back faster than she had charged.
She flew past him, and with a loud crash, landed in the rubble of a building.
Staring dumbfounded at his partner, buried in the rubble with only her legs visible, her condition unknown,
A drop of cold sweat suddenly trickled down Mr. 1's temple.
He spun around sharply, looking towards where the man had been standing, but when he looked, the spot was already empty.
"Where are you looking?"
A teasing voice came from behind. Before Mr. 1 could react, Bitz's left arm, swung in a wide arc, backhandedly punched him on the back of the head.
Even though Mr. 1 had eaten the Dice-Dice Fruit, making his body as hard as steel, under this blow, he still felt as if his brain was about to split open. Excruciating pain, accompanied by waves of dizziness, swept through his entire body.
Thump!
Mr. 1's body spun, rotating three times in the air before crashing to the ground like a ragdoll.
By the time Bitz walked up to him, he was already unconscious, eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.
Pressing his foot down on Mr. 1's abdomen and grinding it slightly, Bitz spoke with a mix of surprise and speechlessness:
"Hey, hey, already down? You guys can't take a hit at all."
They were Devil Fruit users, after all, and this was Bitz's first fight against one, so he had gone all out from the start without holding back.
Who knew these two were so trash, taken down with just one punch and one kick from him?
"Tch, didn't this serve as any training at all? My practical experience hasn't increased one bit!"
Although Bitz was extremely displeased, no matter how much he shouted or kicked, Mr. 1 showed no reaction. It seemed he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.
"Pah, trash!"
Spitting in disgust, Bitz turned and walked towards the pier.
Because the battle ended so quickly, the ship hadn't even docked yet.
Over 20 minutes later, Robin, dressed very conservatively with a pale complexion, brought her underlings and followed Bitz to see the two lying on the ground like corpses.
Pulling her outer garment tighter, Robin looked at the two who had fallen, her gaze complex as she glanced at Bitz.
"It seems you are even more capable than I thought."
"What do you plan to do next? Do you want to try challenging our Boss and become the new boss of Baroque Works?"
"Eh— Vice President, what are you saying?!"
Before Bitz could speak, the group of underlings erupted.
But looking at Mr. 1 and Miss Doublefinger lying on the ground, showing no signs of waking up even after all this time, a few of the more pragmatic ones immediately pulled back their noisy companions, shaking their heads and giving them meaningful looks.
Noticing their little actions, Bitz curled his lips into a smile and said without any reservation:
"I have that intention. After all, besides continuing the bloodline, what interests me most right now is fighting."
"Speaking of which, why are you wearing so much in such hot weather?"
Looking at Robin, who was wearing a long shirt, long pants, leather shoes, and even wrapped in an extra jacket under the blazing sun, Bitz was full of confusion.
Robin gave him a charming eye-roll.
Didn't he know why she was wearing so much?
It was precisely because she was afraid that if she showed too much skin, this bastard would get some bad ideas again.
To prevent this bastard from tormenting her again, Robin immediately changed the subject.
"Since you have the idea of replacing the Boss, I'll help you get in touch."
"But let me say this first, we are all spectators and will only stand with the winning side."
The ordinary Baroque Works' employees nodded frantically, agreeing with the Vice President's words.
For these low-level lackeys, who the boss was didn't matter, as long as they weren't targeted afterward.
"Fine, just step aside and be good fence-sitters."
Bitz waved his hand, completely unconcerned about their opportunistic intentions, and had Robin help him contact Crocodile.
Robin also directly took out the Den Den Mushi used to contact Crocodile, briefly summarized the situation on site, and then heard Old Croc's very magnetic voice.
"Useless trash. Wait, I'll go crush that guy's bones right now."
After saying that, the Den Den Mushi was hung up.
"That Old Croc guy, his strength isn't much, but his tone is sure big."
Bitz chuckled, taking the hung-up Den Den Mushi and playing with it, very curious about the little thing.
Robin ignored him. After instructing her underlings to carry the still-unconscious Mr. 1 and Miss Doublefinger, she prepared to retreat to the ship to watch the show.
But Bitz grabbed her before she could make her escape.
"Since it'll take him some time to get here anyway, why don't I take a stroll around the town first and do some... interesting exercise while we're at it."
Robin decisively shook off Bitz's large hand, crossing her arms in an X to refuse.
"Sorry, my body can't take it anymore. Please find someone else."
"If you really must..." Robin turned and pointed at Doublefinger, who was lying on a stretcher carried by a subordinate, covered in dust and debris, redirecting the trouble:
"I can clean her up and give her to you."
"No thanks. Whether it's looks or figure, she can't compare to you. You're still more attractive."
Bitz directly rejected her based on looks. Then, giving Robin no chance to resist at all, he picked her up in a princess carry and flew into the town.