"So your boys got beaten up, and you came all this way to stand up for these bodybuilders who are all show and no substance?"
Facing Tank-Top Master, who towered over him and looked down at him, Garou showed no sign of being intimidated as he sat there.
"Heh, what a fine leader you are!"
His defiant, rebellious expression made the tank-top-wearing underlings present grit their teeth, itching to swarm him and tear him apart.
(.ŏ_ŏ)×N
"Damn it, what the hell are you saying, you little brat?!"
"You're standing in front of an S-Class Hero! Show a billion times more respect!"
"Still acting like you don't know your place, huh?! You don't respect our master at all!"
"..."
Whoosh-
Tank-Top Master abruptly raised his forearm, its muscles knotted and veins bulging. That single movement whipped up a gale inside the fast-food restaurant, and the furious curses of his tank-top-wearing followers behind him stopped short.
"You're a Hero too, aren't you, Water Wolf Hero?" Tank-Top Master pointed his raised right thumb at the door behind him and spoke calmly, but in a tone that brooked no argument. "If you still acknowledge that identity, why don't you come outside and have a chat with me?"
"I have nothing to talk about with you people..."
Garou's rebellious streak kicked in automatically, but his gaze swept over the ordinary employees trembling behind the counter, and the defiance on his face faltered for a moment. Then he stood without hesitation, ignored everyone's angry stares, and casually brushed the dust off his training pants.
"But I know how you people operate. If I don't go outside, you'll just keep taunting me with 'coward' and 'scared now that you've seen an S-Class, huh?' and blah, blah, blah, more meaningless crap. So let's settle this outside."
"..."
Cut