All eyes were fixed on Cliff's confident stride, but his determined gaze remained unwavering as he made his way towards the crowd, his katana firmly in hand, advancing with assured steps.
He stopped abruptly in front of an old lady who seemed to be bent under the weight of age. Cliff cast a dark look at her and grabbed her by the neck.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his tone cold and devoid of any emotion.
The crowd didn't understand what was happening, especially Akumu. Although he had been wary of Cliff at first, he had come to sympathize with him to the point where he knew this wasn't typical behavior for Cliff. So why was he acting like this?
Cliff was showing brutality. He had seized the old lady by the neck, gripping her firmly. The old lady seemed to struggle under his grasp, far too much for someone whose old age should have sapped all her strength.
