"Damn it! That little slave actually escaped! If we can't catch him today, we are probably going to get slaughtered when we get back!" a burly man cursed and swore.
They were all guards of the underground beast-fighting arena, and they had been busy preparing for next month's final duel. Who would have known that today, a slave meant to be a sacrifice would break through all barriers and run away!
They were the ones responsible for supervision, and if they were discovered to have lost a person, the consequences wouldn't be pleasant.
"Hey! Look at that." One of them spotted Eve crouching in a corner of the wall.
Another person instantly understood what he meant—after all, they were just slaves used for cannon fodder. If the numbers matched up, that was all that mattered—no one would notice what a slave looked like…
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Eve Taylor never expected that these people would turn their sights on her.
