Trust Those You Employ, Don't Employ Those You Doubt

Ethan Vale was in the training room next door, gaming with IG's players.

"Damn, your Joker is pretty good, it's practically just..." One of the players stood behind Ethan Vale, watching him play.

Before he could finish, he promptly cut himself off.

"Bold of you! Spouting nonsense about the boss? Tomorrow, you'll be fired for stepping into the club with your left foot first."

"Go pack up and take your bucket home."

The player at the controls immediately glared. Ever since Joker had been released, his unique playstyle had earned him the nickname Sunny Boy.

Those who played the hero well were also called Joker himself—if anything, their hearts were even darker.

"When did I say anything like that? I just wanted to say that Old Thief is a designer, yet he's this good at games too." He hurriedly waved his hands.

They had not known Old Thief for long. Most of them were eighteen or nineteen, while Ethan Vale was only twenty-five or twenty-six. There was no real generation gap between people their age.

After just one match, they quickly got along.

Sometimes, when the game got exciting, they even forgot that the person gaming beside them was one of the industry's top creators.

Ethan Vale picked up another kill. This match felt incredibly good. The others even abandoned their own lanes to help him, while the jungler practically lived in top lane.

Every kill was served right to his mouth. All he had to do was open it and take it.

'Is the enemy Joker your father or something? Four of you are ganking me together.'

After being ganked several times, the enemy top laner completely lost it and started cursing.

Ethan Vale rubbed the back of his head. He felt a little embarrassed too. If he had