"Damn it, everyone, don't be intimidated by them! There are only two or three of them. If we work together, we can definitely defeat them. Everyone, calm down and listen to my orders..."
After a few minutes of silence, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer. He was the representative of the Morgans Newspaper in the area. He drew his sword and pointed it at Carlos to boost morale.
"Yes, even if we do nothing now, we can't escape death. We might as well fight. If we succeed, we can save our lives; if we fail, at least we've done our best. Brothers, don't hesitate any longer! Quickly muster your courage, stand up, and defeat the enemy before us!!"
"Lord Eriksen is right. If we work together, we have a chance to defeat them. All of you, stand up, take up your weapons, and follow me out to fight our way out."
Gradually, encouraged by Eriksen, the others also echoed and agreed with his ideas, preparing to do their best to fight Carlos and his team.
"Hahaha, interesting, very interesting indeed. I remember you're called Eriksen, one of Morgans's men. You're quite the smooth talker, just like your boss, able to motivate this bunch of useless guys so quickly."
But this is still of no use. Compared to me, this mighty lion, you are nothing but a swarm of flies. No matter how many flies there are, they cannot affect me. But to reward your admirable courage, I will mercifully send you all to hell. Don't worry, I will act quickly and ensure you don't suffer too much pain.
Alright, I've said enough. It's time for me to make my move! Go, Fukelike, Jessicano...
Carlos saw that the group of trash he considered useless had been rekindled in their fighting spirit under Eriksen's persuasive words, their eyes blazing with battle lust and their faces filled with excitement as they looked at Carlos and his companions.
This surprised Carlos slightly. He praised him and then waved for his two subordinates to join him in the attack.
"Go! Don't be afraid! Cast aside your cowardice and go! You are the strongest!!"
Eriksen was not alarmed when he saw Carlos preparing to attack again. Instead, he continued to use his slightly seductive tone to reach the ears of the nobles, slaves, and gangsters. Strangely, under his persuasive words, the crowd actually overcame their fear and charged towards them in a fit of rage.
"Hahahaha, interesting, truly interesting! This has stirred up the blood within me that has been suppressed for so long. Let me test your true abilities! Shave!!"
After saying that, Carlos shouted "Shave!" and stomped his feet on the ground at Extreme Speed, disappearing from everyone's sight at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
"Oh no, everyone be careful! This is a secret technique from the Navy called 'Shave.' It uses the recoil from the feet to increase speed, making it... impossible to defend against!"
Before Eriksen could finish speaking, Carlos had already entered the middle of the group and begun a killing spree.
Tear...
"Ah!!"
Pfft...
"Oh my god!!"
"No... don't kill me..."
Pfft...
"... ah!!"
The sounds of slaughter and screams echoed endlessly. Soon, some weak and powerless slaves, nobles, and wealthy merchants were torn to pieces on the spot by Carlos's demonic claws without any resistance, and blood and pieces of flesh were scattered all over the ground.
Only a few soldiers who appeared to be relatively strong remained on the scene, and they were keeping a close watch on Carlos and his companions, fearing that they might take advantage of their unpreparedness to attack them.
Slurp...
"Hahaha, that's exhilarating! That's exactly it, that's the feeling! I haven't experienced this in so long! The stench of Bloody, the taste of fresh blood, it's all so captivating!!"
"Hahahaha, not enough, not intense enough. We need to kill more people so that this Bloody feast will have flavor."
After killing those people, Carlos had transformed into his Human-Beast Form, his wildness taking over. He licked the blood from his hands, his expression one of utter ecstasy. Then he turned his gaze to the last few people standing there, his eyes scanning them intently as he spoke in a perverse and cruel manner.
"Ugh... that's so cruel, that Carlos guy!!"
Hmm... Sabo, are you ready to make your move?
In the VIP box, Sabo and his companion, leaning against the wall, witnessed Carlos's atrocities.
Koala, being a girl, couldn't bear to watch any longer. She gasped, covered her mouth, and stared at Carlos and the others in disbelief. Then, seeing Sabo pick up his iron water pipe from beside him and start walking forward, she understood Sabo's intentions and, instead of stopping him, asked to confirm.
clatter...
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"Yeah, I can't stand it anymore either. Although those people are all scum, Carlos's actions are just too disgusting. And I also want to confirm things with him about Les."
Sabo didn't turn back and continued walking forward. He then whispered a few words to Koala before continuing on his way.
"Hehehe, now even the Revolutionary Army can't stand it anymore. Good, let them assess Carlos's strength for us first..."
At the same time, as Sabo strode towards Carlos, Gladius, who was also in the VIP room, saw Sabo preparing to make a move, laughed, and then fixed his gaze on Carlos and Sabo, smiling.
"Yeah, I didn't expect even that guy would be so eager to make a move. It seems Carlos really isn't popular..."
Beside him, Snowflake drifted by and gradually coalesced into human shapes. Monet appeared before him in a moment, covered his mouth and chuckled softly, saying...
It's easy to tell from Monet's tone that she has recognized Sabo's identity, which is why she is somewhat looking forward to being here and wanting to witness the battle between Sabo, the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, and Carlos, the king of the underworld.
"Um... that one? Monet, judging from your tone, you seem to know him. Is that young man of high rank in the Revolutionary Army?"
Gladius also noticed the unusual emotion in Monet's tone and couldn't help but ask her a question.
"Of course, that person holds a very high position in the Revolutionary Army, Sabo, the second-in -Revolutionary Army. That's his identity. Even I didn't expect him to appear here. Could it be that he shares similar thoughts with the young master?"
Monet smiled and explained Sabo's identity and status directly. Finally, still puzzled by his purpose, he asked...
" Sabo? He's quite a big shot. But anyway, as long as it doesn't conflict with our mission, we can ignore him. It's best to let him fight it out with Carlos until they're both exhausted before we make our move."
Gladius was also surprised by Sabo's true identity, but then he came to his senses and gave instructions to Monet.
"Hmm! I understand. Let's wait and see how their battle goes for now."
Monet, of course, understood the gravity of the situation and nodded in agreement. Then, the two of them turned their attention to them.