Chapitre 168: Brute Force

Arnold swiftly arrived in front of the clown. His fists suddenly swelled up as if it was stung by a dozen of bees.

He smashed his hands down to the ground, aiming to crush the jester into red meat paste within an instant.

Boom!

A pile of snow that was dyed with a red color got splattered through every corner. Arnold looked down and noticed that he had missed.

He lifted his gaze and saw the jester landing a safe distance back, its hand was holding onto the fedora hat as it sighed in relief:

[Phew~...That was a close one.]

Arnold straightened his back as his eyebrows scrunched a bit. He seemed to be discerning the jester carefully without fail.

The clown gasped.

[My lord! Please don't be staring at me so much. I am easily shy, you know...Or maybe, are you a fan of me now? FYI, I don't mind if you want to get my autograph. It wouldn't be nice if I treated my fans badly.]