White coconut flakes mixed with coconut juice flowed slowly down the muscular arm.
The Old Lion furrowed its brows, looking at Arthur who approached from afar—
In the sunlight, the young Spirit Medium held an open coconut, with a wooden straw inserted, and the slight sucking sound was filled with laziness.
Just like a cat lying on the ground, stretching out.
"Young man, the way you greet is quite unique."
The Old Lion relaxed its brows and said with a smile.
The Old Lion certainly knew Arthur.
One could even say they had met Arthur more than once.
Moreover, they had been closely watching.
The Old Lion considered himself well acquainted with Arthur.
Even if Arthur caused a commotion in Inner Bay, the Old Lion believed everything was under his control.
"I just wanted to offer you a coconut.
But it seems, you don't quite like it.
So how about a...
Fist?"
Arthur said this, lifting his right hand that wasn't holding the coconut.
Clenching his fist, he struck out.
