With Paul's and others' deliberate anger-provoking words, the crowd got filled with whispers and anger towards the count.
The count, who was smiling and waving his hand to the people, started to seem like a cruel dictator who didn't even care about his soldiers and let them die for his own sake.
A slow-burning fire of chaos was lit in the people's hearts, and now only adding fuel to the fire was left.
After spreading rumors, the members of the organization all slowly gathered in one spot as they moved through the crowd and started fighting and shouting loudly!
"No! How can you say that the count is a bad person!"
"I will say whatever the f*ck I want to say! What does that have to do with you!?"
"Then don't say it near!"
"Why? Is this street your father's property!? S*ck my d*ck sh*thead!"
Punches and kicks were thrown as the nearby crowd was also caught up in the middle of the chaos.
