Chapter 50: MANIAC FIEND

DORIAN'S POV The crowd cheered loudly. Their loud chants tore through the air, fists bumped up in the air, body language like that of street fighters at the sound of mundane altercations. Like sailors and causes, like peanut butter and jelly they all riled in happiness at the sound of chaos and destruction. Cheers, claps and jeers, everything… every single sounds and ravage movement turned the place into a boisterous cacophony, a raucous where peace and serenity were nothing but extinct words. The place looks like a war zone, like a scene from the gladiators, with the raised platform and the lowered fight scene. Max and I and others dressed in similar expensive looking tuxedos sat in an air conditioned arena which had dim lights and hosts and hostesses in black and white official wear walking around with finger food and champagne in their trays. They had the very humorless plastic smiles plastered on their faces. The kind of smile that is akin to most servers, the type do not con