Compared to Fujimoto Kyosuke's direct insults, the others seemed much more reserved. Among them, the clever ones had already started to question the authenticity of this person.
After all, no matter what, Hu En's original form was the son of a renowned noble in his own country. The pride instilled in his education shouldn't allow him to surrender so easily.
Suddenly having free time, Shen Sui immediately felt bored.
He sat next to Vivian, his expression not too happy.
"Winning yet still wearing a sour face is really something rare," Vivian handed Shen Sui a bottle of water.
"If the opponent surrenders, it can't be counted as a win," Shen Sui took the water and drank several gulps.
He still couldn't understand why the opponent surrendered.
Was it fear of exposure? That can't be it.
