Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Out of one hundred and ten criminals present on the ground, only ten of them were truly dangerous of them all.

But out of these ten, two were already dead.

Gerald and Nike were the killers.

So that left eight criminals.

Out of these eight, four were paired with Pablo's four soldiers named Sirha, Girk, Ronnie and Taryn.

That left only four criminals.

Cupid asked who were the opponents of these four criminals.

Pablo smiled first. He said when the Angel would know the opponents of the four criminals, she would do the one thing she liked doing the most.

The Angel didn't get it and Pablo answered with the same smile.

'Pity.'

Cupid furrowed her brows. "I can do more things than pitying, you know."

'I know. But your best skill is still pitying.'

She wrinkled her nose. She didn't like Pablo's remark. But she wanted to know the answer so she simply asked what she wanted to know as soon as possible.

"So tell me, who got the four criminals? Don't stretch it this much."

Pablo sighed.

'The ones who got the four worst criminals are none other than…'

His eyes darted at a tall man.

'My four Egoless Slaves.'

GASP!

Cupid's mouth opened wide. Wide enough for two rubiks cubes to be inserted inside it.

What she was afraid of happened.

And indeed, as Pablo said, she instantly found pity for the four boys.

"Not only they don't have an Ego, they got paired up with the worst criminals. You have to help them, Pablo. Their death is evident." She said, but her tone was that of giving an order.

Pablo didn't mind it as he kind of expected her to react like this.

'Yeah. Their death is evident.'

"So you will save them, right?"

'How many times do I have to say it? No. I won't save them. I won't move from here before every pair is done with their fight.'

"You will let them die? There is a twelve year old boy. At least save him. He has his whole life in front of him."

'Heh.' Pablo scoffed. 'So you already decided who needs to be saved. Who gave you that right? Just because someone is young, it doesn't give them more right to be saved than the ones who are old.'

"This is not the time to do philosophy. You can't just let them die. Think about your mission in Hollow. You were going to use them for something, right? If they die, you won't be able to use them. You have to sav—"

'Fuck off, angel. You are a hundred years too young to advise me. Shut up. Don't talk and just watch the event.'

Pablo outright refused to hear the Angel and Cupid was only left with nothing but fear for the lives of the poor slaves.

Ignoring the angel completely, Pablo watched Young, the twelve years old slave.

The criminal in front of him stood with his hands behind his back and the boy held his sword with trembling hands, pointing it towards the tall bearded man.

The criminal only watched Young with no expressions on his face and that terrified the boy even more.

The criminal was bare chested and his blue eyes had no emotions that they should have while fighting to death against a twelve year old kid.

Pablo figured it would take a while for their fight to start so he looked at his other slave.

This one was thirteen years old. Pimple was the name.

He was the most handsome slave and just like Young, this boy was also trembling.

His face was covered with sweat and the two swords in his hands were just for show. He was only pointing them towards the criminal in front of him with no courage to move forward.

The criminal in front of Pimple was also barechested, he had a brown beard but no hairs on his head. He was bald.

But unlike the criminal who was with Young, this bald criminal had a smile on his face and he was rubbing his hands as if he couldn't wait to play with his prey in front of him.

Nevertheless, Pablo figured this fight would take time to start too so he looked at his third male slave.

The tallest one.

Brownie.

He got this name because had brown hair.

The criminal in front of Brownie was also barechested but his chest was filled with curly black hairs.

Also, the criminal was missing one eye and his remaining one eye was green.

Brownie was the tallest among the slaves, he had long legs but he was only thirteen years old so fear got the best of him as well. And it was his first time like other slaves where he had to fight to the death. That too against a criminal.

His hands and legs were both trembling and he wanted to run away.

But the red seal on his chest won't allow him to run away as his master was Pablo and he had clearly ordered that everyone has to fight.

If he ran away, he would die of heart attack because of disobeying his master's order and if he didn't run away he would be killed by the criminal.

He was going to die either way.

He was fucked.

Of course, there was one way to save himself.

Fight and kill the criminal in front of him.

But that sounded like the funniest joke to the slave.

He? Killing that criminal who clearly looked like he killed people just for breathing the wrong way? Nope. Not gonna happen.

But, but, but…

If he got a chance, he would surely take it. Because right now, the criminal was yawning and scratching the hairs of his chest. And Brownie knew the bastard would surely attack him eventually, so during the attack, if Brownie saw a chance he would definitely grab it.

If death would come for him, then he would like to die fighting.

Pablo averted his eyes from this pair as well because the fight wasn't near yet.

Then, he looked at his last Egoless male slave and what he saw made him smile.

Because this slave was Bush and his opponent, while cracking his knuckles, walked towards him.

This time, a fight would really take place and Pablo was all up for it.