The black flames burning on Red had already dissipated with the wind just before he was about to crash to the ground.
Mr. Clown suddenly jumped down, catching Red before his body completely fell and was smashed to a pulp, then with a few leaps, he landed outside the crowd... at a corner of the square where the Fog Capital's Eye was, avoiding the crowd.
The Ferris wheel continued to rotate slowly, but Mr. Clown frowned tightly as he stared at the numerous cabins.
He also checked on Red's condition at the same time.
At this moment, Red could only be described as in a terrible state—he had completely lost consciousness, his clothes had been completely burned away, his skin had turned largely charred... even his eyes had rolled back.
"Mr. Dagonet!"
