Sulut opened his mouth and looked at Ethan, who flashed across at the speed of light without hesitation. For a moment, he forgot his anger and felt a little confused.

"Aren't you proud of being the mole? Why are you boasting like this?"

"History is written by the victors," Ethan has always believed in this statement. Standing on the right side is more important than being able to fight.

After all, there are only a few powerful individuals who can reach the peak level of strength, but the camp of the winners is always full of lackeys who slack off and shout for support.