They say ruffians are all about having guts and a thick skin.
If they get scared easily, then they won't survive in this world.
"Fuck, old man, what's it to you?"
"Do you know who this is? Who dares to mess with him?"
"This one's even more heavyweight..."
Before he could finish, the tavern owner didn't waste any words, he simply aimed his musket.
Facing the dark barrel of the gun, the three who had just barged in were frightened, forgetting that they were only a few steps away, they pointed at the Clown and turned to flee.
"Just you wait!"
The other two quickly escaped as well, but not without shouting further.
"If you have the guts, don't come out!"
"If you come out, you'll get what's coming!"
Their antics successfully amused everyone, even a real clown couldn't perform such a comical act, there's no need to say who's the king of clowns now.
"What's going on? How did you provoke them?"
The owner put away his musket and looked at the Clown.
