"Minos Stuart, you traitorous brat!" General Silva shouted harshly, glaring coldly in Minos' direction as he closed his fists tightly. "Your father must be deeply disappointed..."
"His son has become a traitor who spits in the plate that fed him!" So, he said, oblivious to the fact that at the moment, Minos' level was almost as high as Albert's when this fellow died.
But while General Silva ignored this tremendous cultivation speed of Minos, the others there did not fail to notice such a thing.
'This is terrifying!'
'In just less than six years, this brat has already reached such a level!' Some of those Silva family members thought about it, while Otis and Adrian looked at each other significantly.
"There is something very wrong with this brat!" One of them commented to the other while squeezing the weapon he held even harder.