Hustler didn’t know what the Guests were talking about among themselves and he didn’t care as well.
He was already pissed off for not getting Pablo as his opponent.
"Can I go now?" He asked Diablo.
"Just a second." Diablo stopped him.
"The ten people who have bet on Adolf, that is number 1, would get two million coins directly inside their black cards and the people who have lost the bet, well they lost their money. That money will be used by the military and Adolf will get a ten percent share of the money that the military won because of him. That’s all. Now you can go."
Hustler nodded and walked towards the other candidates.
"No. Don’t go there. You can now sit on the chairs placed on the right side of the circle. Sit on the last row. You won, after all."
"Nice." Hustler walked towards the guests’ sitting area and sat down in the last row. It was not an ultra good chair but it was still more comfortable than sitting on the ground.
"Alright. Let’s keep the fun going. Are you ready for the next fight?" Diablo had become a full fledged host and he was creating the excitement really well.
"Yeahh!!" The guests shouted. They all wanted blood.
"Okay. But first, let’s clear the circle."
Diablo waved his hands and the magma border of the circle moved and consumed the dead body of 99.
After that it came back to its place and the circle was clear now.
"Now that everything is set. Let’s call the next number."
"Alright. Number 2. Come here." Diablo called.
Number 2 stood up and it was someone Pablo knew very well.
Number 2 was Pablo’s right hand man Draxus Maverick.
Draxus didn’t look at Pablo and went straight towards the stage.
’Good. We don’t know each other. That’s right.’
Draxus reached the stage and put his hand inside the box.
’I hope it’s not mine. It will be a hassle to kill him.’
"I have a question, if your number came then will you fight and kill him?" Cupid asked.
’Yes. I will kill him.’
"You answered so fast. Do you really not care about someone?"
’I only know how to kill. I don’t get emotionally attached to any one. I did that once and I regret it.’
"Of course." Cupid gave up.
"I took it out." Draxus spoke.
"Let’s hear the number then." Diablo said.
Draxus opened the paper, he saw the number and the first thing he did was a long sigh.
"It’s 4!" He revealed the number.
’He was relieved it wasn’t me.’ Pablo figured the reason behind Draxus’ long sigh.
’And 4 is that woman. Sera will be happy when she sees her.’
Number 4 stood up from the ground and she turned her head behind, at Pablo.
Pablo just nodded with a smile. That was all he could do for her.
"Kill herrrr!!" Someone shouted from the guests.
’There she is.’ Pablo didn’t even have to look to know who did that.
It was Sera and she cheered before the fight even started.
No one said anything though. Everyone was excited for the fights.
Number 4 went inside the circle. Draxus was already there.
"Alright. Dear Guests, place your bets now!" Diablo gave the signal and everyone used their devices.
Pablo looked at Sera and she pushed a button with all her power.
A chuckle escaped from Pablo’s mouth.
’Girls sure get mad in love.’
"Time is up!" Diablo said and everyone looked at the screen.
"Oh. Well this was expected."
Number 2 - 1990 Million
Number 4 - 10 Million
"Wow. It’s the opposite from the last time."
"Could it be that this time also the person with the lower money will win?"
The candidates discussed among themselves.
"No. They all bet at Number 2 because he is a Man. Simple as that." Pablo said.
’I hope she doesn’t get to show her Ego. Kill her before that happens, Draxus.’
If the girl used her Ego and then if Pablo used her Ego, everyone will know what Pablo can do. And that would be bad for him. He wanted to keep his Ego a secret.
"Alright. Let’s do this. There are no rules. Everything is allowed. Weapons and other shit. As long as your opponent dies, you win." Diablo reminded the rules.
"Are you both ready?"
"Yes." The woman said.
Diablo nodded. "Then let’s begin the countdown."
Everyone shouted and the fight began.
Draxus acted right away and disappeared in front of everyone.
He then appeared behind the woman and wrapped his hands around her neck.
The woman didn’t see all this coming and Draxus wasn’t someone who would waste time.
"You have a nice ass."
"Number 2 wonnn!!" Diablo announced the winner.
Draxus snapped the woman’s neck. He killed her as fast as possible.
’Nice one.’ Pablo also liked it. She didn’t get to show her Ego.
"His name is Draxus Wick, everyone. Clap for him." Diablo clapped and the guests clapped as well.
"That was so good! Well donee!" One person shouted the loudest from the crowd.
Sera was the biggest supporter of Draxus that day.
"Does she like him or something?"
"Well he is still better than that coward."
The candidates talked among themselves and Pablo didn’t bother to answer them this time.
"The people who have bet on Draxus or number 2 will receive double the amount on their black card and the people who had bet on number 4 will receive nothing and that money will go to the military. Draxus will receive ten percent of that."
Everyone clapped once more.
"You may go now, Draxus."
Draxus nodded and went to sit in the guests area. He sat beside Hustler and Pablo saw that they were talking like good friends.
"Number 3. You come to the stage now." Diablo said.
A person got up and went to the stage.
He picked up a slip and the number written on it was 7.
These two people weren’t that special so Pablo focused on doing some other thing. Other important thing.
’System, show me the Egoes I copied.’ He commanded and finally, he would see what the girl had in store.