Cross, having been hit where it hurts, jumped up fiercely and strode over, grabbing Cleonis by the collar and lifting him up, roaring, "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to spout nonsense here! When I was slaying Romans mercilessly in Campania, you were probably begging for food somewhere..."
The towering Cross glared fiercely at Cleonis at close range, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light, like a giant beast ready to devour a man.
Cleonis, who could rally the southern Calabrian civilians and form a team to join the rebel army, was not lacking in ability and courage. Yet, at this moment, he was so intimidated by Cross's daunting presence that he forgot to resist.
Spartacus rushed forward just in time, forcibly separating Cross, and shouted in an equally angry voice, "Cross, didn't you hear what I said just now! Go back to your seat and discuss our next moves with everyone. If you dare to act recklessly again, I will not be polite to you!"
