"Tank-Top Tiger" had clearly trained for this. The moment he spoke, his words carried an air of righteous conviction.
At once, ordinary people's blind faith in Heroes-or rather, the strong-revealed itself. Many of the onlookers' gazes shifted as they looked at Garou, their curiosity turning to suspicion.
"What the hell? So he's one of those credit-stealing Heroes!"
"No wonder a Hero stopped him right in the street... How embarrassing!"
"And I thought he was kind of handsome!"
"Please, I could tell at a glance that this punk was no good."
"..."
Incited by "Tank-Top Tiger's" words, the gawking citizens of Z City performed as reliably as ever, effortlessly switching classes en masse on the spot and advancing to the superior citizen class-
Scum.
As Garou listened to the scum around him discussing him, some in lowered voices and others without restraint, cross-shaped veins had bulged on his forehead before he knew it, throbbing faster and faster at a dangerous rate.
"Why, you... This bastard..."
"Tank-Top Tiger's" smug expression and the verbal attacks from the surrounding scum kept grating on Garou's nerves. He stared expressionlessly at the loathsome face of the tall man opposite him, muttering under his breath as the shackles branded into his mind by the old man's iron fists gradually loosened.
"Tank-Top Tiger" thought highly of himself. He often boasted to others that he actually possessed strength on par with an A-Class Hero, and that only bad luck had kept him hovering around the ranks of C-Class Heroes.
As it turned out, his powers of perception were nothing impressive. Not only did he fail to hear Garou's muttering, but he was even more oblivious to the approaching danger.
Seeing no reaction from Garou, "Tank-Top Tiger" grinned smugly and grew even more overbearing. He shouted, "Nothing to say now,