Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The green-eyed criminal proposed something no one expected.

Not even Pablo.

Brownie was stupefied and he asked to confirm it.

"What do you want? Sorry?"

The criminal laughed.

"Look, I am not a pervert. I am not a rapist. And I am not a killer. I am just a man who likes to test his strength. Of course, in this journey of mine, I ended up killing many people. I also killed a royal from the Glory city. When I heard that there are more men like me in prison, I decided to get arrested. I only live to see myself as the strongest. I don't care about Ego. I only care about strength. So, let's fight like men and get this over with."

"Then why did you wait all this time to propose this?" Brownie asked. Everyone else also wanted to know this.

The criminal laughed again. "I was eyeing you up and down. And here's what I found. You are thirteen years old. You don't have an Ego. You only have some basic knowledge about that halberd of yours. Also, I waited because at the start you were scared shitless. I had no intention of wanting to fight someone who is already lost in his head. So I waited. And now your eyes have some determination, so I came forward and said my offer."

Brownie heard the man and nodded. Also, he hid his shock that the man said everything correct about him.

Everyone else also nodded and Pablo did the same. Also, he liked the criminal too.

The man wanted one clean fight. Nothing else. No girls. No rapes. Only blood and fists. He was a true fighter. If it was Pablo, he would have accepted the offer.

Brownie, however, wasn't so sure if he could agree.

"You say we will have a Egoless fight but what if you used your Ego mid-fight and killed me? How can I believe you that you will keep your word? And I will also not let go of my weapon. You are experienced. If I had a hand to hand combat with you, I would lose. I am not a man who likes to test strength. I just want to win and get it done like my friends."

"Hmm." The man rubbed his chin and nodded a few times. "You think I would go back on my word and use my Ego mid-fight? Let me tell you something. Do you know why I have only one eye?"

"How the hell should I know that?" Brownie barked.

The man laughed. "Right. How should you know that? Fine. I will tell you myself."

The man stared at the sky.

"It was ten years ago. I met a fighter who was blind from one eye. I challenged the man to a fight and like you, he also objected. He told me he can't fight with me because I had both my eyes. But I really wanted to fight him so I found a way and used it right away."

Everyone gulped as they kind of understood what the man did and the next second, the criminal proved them right.

"I picked a stone and stabbed my one eye myself."

Brownie's brows shot up.

And everyone else had the same expression as the slave.

Pablo was also taken aback a little.

Everyone had thought that the man must have lost his eye in a fight but they were wrong. The man destroyed his eye himself. Just to fight a man who was blind from one eye.

Hearing that, everyone had only a perception of the man.

He was a fanatic of fighting.

The man took in the shocked gazes of everyone and laughed once more. He had a hearty laugh.

"So, now you believe me. If I can kill my own eye to fight someone, then I can surely not use my Ego while fighting you. Also, yes, you can use your weapon. That's only fair. I don't mind it. Now are you ready to throw hands?"

Bush went silent.

The man was out of his expectations. He had expected some blood hungry monster type man but he was simply just a lover of fighting.

But he had stayed with Pablo for a while and also in Quintus. His experience made him learn one thing.

Never trust everything.

That's why…

"How can I believe that you are telling the truth? You might have lost your eye in a fight and what you are telling right now could be a lie. Do you have any proof of your claims that you killed your eye yourself? If not, then I can't believe that you would not use your Ego during our fight."

The criminal sighed.

"You are not cute at all, kid. Fine."

The green-eyed man raised both of his hands and looked at the stage, at Pablo.

Pablo gestured with his eyes, asking the man what he wanted?

The man wasted no time and said his part right away.

"If I used my Ego even for a split second against this boy, chop off my dick and let me live like that for the rest of my life."

GASP!

Everyone gasped as the man never ceased to amaze them.

That was one hell of a commitment and after hearing that, Pablo just shrugged and nodded.

The man returned the nod and looked at Brownie once more.

"Now what do you say, lad?"

Brownie went silent again. He thought of things the man must be trying to do. He thought of every possible ploy and slyness the man could be playing but in the end, he reached at nothing. The man was simply a man obsessed with his strength and fighting. He only wanted to fight against Brownie.

Therefore, in the end, Brownie couldn't think of any reason to refuse and also, he had to fight the man anyway. So might as well do it like this.

"I accept. Let's do this." The slave agreed.

The man broke into a wide smile.

"What's your name, young man?" The man asked.

"Brownie." The slave replied. Then added, "What's yours?"

The man laughed and spread his arms.

"Listener," He said and laughed harder.

"Brock Listener."