Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Pablo paid no mind to the hopeful eyes of the slaves and told the criminals to choose their partners themselves.

If the slaves weren't moving forward then Pablo shall make the criminals move.

The show must go on, as they say.

Before the slaves could react, the eight criminals ran all at once.

They ran like hungry men seeing a feast and Pablo knew why they acted like that.

They wanted to choose the girls as soon as possible as their partners.

The eight criminals were competing among themselves as there were only four girls.

Amidst this, Pablo found a reason to laugh.

Cupid looked at him with ridicule and Pablo was kind enough to share the joke.

'The slaves were waiting for me to let them off the hook as they were afraid of the criminals but in the end, their waiting made them pair with the worst of the criminals. If they had chosen a partner themselves then they might have gotten less dangerous ones.'

"And that's funny for you?"

'Yes. These eight criminals got left because no one else chose them, meaning they sensed something vile in them. The poor slaves got the cream on the top. It's the perfect example of, if you keep thinking about the fear and it will come true.'

Cupid shook her head. She couldn't understand Pablo's humor.

"Fine. Laugh. But please don't tell me that you will let the slaves die. You will step up when things escalate, right?" Cupid stared at Pablo like a beggar staring at a rich man.

Pablo glanced at the angel and after looking at her for ten seconds, he averted his eyes again.

The angel opened her mouth wide but before she could speak, Pablo raised his hand.

It was time for Pablo to speak again. Because the criminals had done pairing.

The four lucky criminals got the four female slaves and they were eyeing the girls as if they were edible.

The girls constantly shivered as they had lost all hopes. Their grip on their weapons loosened, barely being held on their hands.

The other four criminals who were slow got the male slaves. They were angry and that only made the male slaves more afraid. They would die if the criminals poured all their anger on them.

The criminals who didn't get the girls would have fought against each other but again, the presence of Pablo made it impossible for them to act on their impulse. If they didn't get the girls, they could just curse their luck.

Nevertheless, all the pairings were finally over and Pablo paid no mind to the terrified slaves.

After the pairs were made, like Pablo said, each group spread around and now there was considerable space between each pair.

All of them were facing the stage, waiting for Pablo to say the next thing.

The four criminals with the girls were the most eager ones of the lot as they couldn't wait to roam their hands all over the bodies of the girls under the pretense of fighting. The girls also knew that and that's why their heart thumped louder than anyone else present in the ground.

Sera and Hena were also girls and the criminals they had with them were also excited but Sera was the calmest. Andrezj would make sure nothing happens to her.

Meanwhile, Hena, she was also scared but she had her Ego. She made up her mind that she would instantly use her ego when the fight starts. She was already preparing for it.

Pablo took in every soldiers' situation and when he was ready, he finally said it.

"Fight!"

Everyone moved.

The soldiers, the slaves, Flashy's dad, and the criminals.

Curses were spewed, roars were bellowed, and dust flew from all around.

Pablo had told all of them to go all out and Pablo kept an eye on each one of them.

His vampiric senses helped him hear everything as he heard the heartbeats of everyone present on Ground 2.

There were no rules to this fight so everyone did what they were best at.

And just after ten seconds at the start…

"AAaaaaaa!!"

Pablo heard the first scream.

The others stayed focused on their own fight and the Marshal looked at the source of the scream.

It came from the far end of the ground and with his red vampire eyes, Pablo saw a man covered in black shadowy substance from head to toe with his weapon looking the same.

In front of the shadow man, a man laid squirming on the ground, screaming.

The screaming one was a criminal and why was he screaming? Because he had lost both of his hands.

Pablo saw two severed hands lying at the feet of the shadow man and those hands were covered with something green from which erupted some smoke as if it was fire.

Squinting his eyes, Pablo figured the green substance was acid and since the shadow man had nothing to do with acid, he figured the acid belonged to the criminal. The criminal's Ego was something related to acid but his hands were chopped even before he could use it.

The shadow man stepped towards the lying criminal and with no showcase or other shit, the man raised his sword, its tip pointing at the criminal and brought it down with full force on the center of the criminal's forehead.

After that, the shadow man took out the sword and along with that, blood gushed out from the forehead like a fountain.

Pablo stopped hearing the heartbeat of the criminal and that's when he was sure that the criminal was dead.

The shadow man won.

And like a good Marshal, he would make sure the shadow man received praise.

"Well done, Gerald. You can do whatever you want now just don't leave the ground until I say so."

The shadow man was none other than Flashy's father.

Gerald removed the shadows from his body and bowed at Pablo.

Pablo nodded and watched other soldiers until he heard another scream.

He darted his eyes there and when he saw the scene, he became kinda excited.

It was the turn of his right hand man.

Draxus Maverick.