Chapter 88 Meteorite and the Golden Left Foot

At this moment, someone appeared out of nowhere, grinning as he spoke, "It seems you still have justice in your heart. If you wish to do something for Alabasta, I can help you!"

Smoker listened, then replied coldly, "No need. I have my own plans."

Although Buffon was aware of the entire Utopia scheme, he needed Mr. 3 to voice it out. Seeing Mr. 3 pretending to be dead, Buffon slowly walked over and lifted him up.

Before Buffon could speak, Mr. 3 "awoke" on his own and hurriedly said, "I'll tell you everything about the Utopia Plan..."

Buffon nodded, set Mr. 3 down, and began, "Mr. 0's plan is..."

Upon hearing the plan, everyone except Buffon became visibly grave. Especially Vivi—if not for her companions by her side, despair would have been the only word to describe her mood.

Luffy clenched his fist and said to Vivi, "That bastard Crocodile! It seems the only way to stop this war is to head to Alubarna! Don't worry, Vivi, for the sake of Alabasta's people, we'll help you defeat this evil!"

"According to what he said, we can't do anything to stop what's happening at Port Brassica. We must reach Alubarna before Crocodile arrives, or it'll be too late," Nami said seriously.

Vivi bit her lip and nodded determinedly.

"How fortunate to have such trustworthy friends! Captain Buffon should help as well," Vivi thought silently.

Smoker took a deep drag of his cigar, his face full of resentment. "So this is what the Seven Warlords do—acting with impunity under the Navy and World Government's protection! Sacrificing an entire nation's people for something that might not even exist?"

He then ordered his men to contact Navy Headquarters and call all nearby fleets to the area.

He felt the plan had already begun; no matter how formidable those before him were, they couldn't prevent the outbreak of war. The Navy's purpose now was to stop Crocodile from ultimately seizing Pluto.

"If such a legendary weapon falls into pirate hands, the consequences will be unimaginable!" At this moment, Smoker had made up his mind.

A moment later, his subordinate reported, "Captain Smoker, Headquarters has not given a clear response!"

"What the hell are they up to?" Smoker cursed viciously, then began pondering his next move.

Buffon chopped Mr. 3 on the neck, knocking him out, quickly drew blood, and said to Smoker, "This guy is yours, Navy."

Seeing Buffon's actions, Smoker asked, perplexed, "Where do you really stand?"

Before Buffon could reply, Issho, without a change in expression, swiftly drew and sheathed his cane sword, murmuring to himself, "Since the root of this chaos is Crocodile, let him be buried here. Gravity: Meteor!"

Hearing those last four words, Buffon cursed inwardly and said aloud, "You want me to clean up the aftermath—is this what you meant?"

"As long as Crocodile is kept in Rainbase, leave the wounded citizens to you, Doctor Buffon," Issho replied earnestly.

Moments later, a giant meteor streaked through the sky, trailing thick black smoke as it hurtled toward Rainbase!

Smoker stared, dumbfounded, at the falling meteor and shouted at Issho, "Is this your ability? You said you could control it, but if it crashes down, Rainbase will become a living hell!"

Not only Smoker and his group, but all the residents of Rainbase, seeing the meteor, began shouting and fleeing toward the city outskirts.

"The meteor's coming! Get out of Rainbase, hurry!"

Near the city gates, Crocodile, seeing the descending meteor, chuckled, "So there's another Devil Fruit user in town? Fine, let me once again be the guardian angel in the hearts of Alabasta's people!"

Yet before he could act, a figure soared up from the direction of the Rain Dinners Casino.

Who else could it be but Buffon?

Buffon ascended with Moonwalk, his entire left leg cloaked in Armament Haki, raising it high behind him, gathering strength, then kicking the meteor's surface with all his might.

At the instant Buffon's foot collided with the meteor, a thunderous boom erupted.

The meteor, several times larger than Buffon's body, was sent flying, trailing black smoke, deep into the uninhabited desert!

"Goalkeeper's Secret Technique: The Golden Left Foot Clears the Field!"

Soon after Buffon landed, tremors rippled from the direction where the meteor crashed, as if a small earthquake had struck.

Feeling the force of this blow, Smoker grew ever more curious about this civilian elder—not just his formidable strength, but also his stance and attitude.

As calm returned to the city, cheers erupted from every corner of Rainbase: "Buffon the Magician Doctor, you're our hero!"

"Buffon, you are the new guardian spirit of Alabasta!"

Reiju couldn't help but joke, "If this Devil Fruit user teamed up with Doctor Buffon, they'd be the world's most powerful long-range artillery!"

Beside her, Sanji glanced down at his own feet—his kicks, fast, precise, and fierce. Witnessing Buffon's strike, he felt a profound sense of awe.

"Reiju, just who is this Captain Buffon?"

Reiju smiled and replied, "I don't know him all that well myself!"

Meanwhile, outside the city, Chopper, talking with the camel, had stars shining in his eyes: "Doctor Buffon, not only is his medical skill unmatched, his fighting prowess is incredible. I'm sure he can cure this country's illness, just as he did on Drum Island!"

With that thought, he patted the moving crab that had agreed to take them to Alubarna, then ran toward the city.

Issho, though blind, sensed the outcome through Observation Haki. He didn't speak, but silently sighed, "What an extraordinary monster—may his sense of justice remain steadfast forever."

Crocodile, whose plans had gone awry, stared gloomily in the direction of the casino, muttering, "When this is over, I'll hold a grand funeral for Buffon, with Alabasta's golden sands as his grave!"

Robin, hearing this, smiled to herself: "Captain Buffon, you never cease to surprise me!"