In the space of a brief exchange, Ethan had killed three Stage SS fighters. His ruthlessness left every member of the Cathay Republic delegation trembling.
Of their five Stage SS fighters, only the quiet Oleg and the still-screaming Briggs remained.
Oleg had collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
If he'd known the Atlas Federation had a Stage SSS fighter, nothing could have convinced him to come here.
He still remembered how confidently they'd assured the president that the Atlas Federation was weak and theirs for the taking.
Now he realized what fools they'd been.
The Atlas Federation was still as impossible to read as ever. They had been idiots to think it was something they could push around.
"Can you give me a reason to spare you?" Ethan asked the last Stage SS fighter.
Oleg shook his head and said nothing.
They had made their choice the moment they moved against the Atlas Federation. If they lost, this had always been one of the possible outcomes.
