Metev directly exposed Ning Fan's thoughts without hiding anything: "Team Nine, the bracelet is purple."

Ning Fan nodded thoughtfully.

Metev stood up and stretched. "Alright, young man! I've told you enough. Go get some work done! Let me see what you can do!"

Faced with Metev's order to expel him, Ning Fan had no intention of leaving.

Metev frowned slightly, a little impatient.

Just when he wanted to make his words clearer...

"The ace team of the Ninth Division...can you give me a copy of their information?"

Ning Fan looked up and asked.

Metev was stunned for a moment, a little uncertain: "Young man, don't tell me you want to touch them?"

Ning Fan nodded.

"Don't we have a grudge against the Ninth Squad? If that's the case, knocking out their trump card will be enough to hurt them for a while!"

"Mr. Metev, you haven't invested much in me and my team, so even if we fail and are wiped out, your loss won't be great! But..."

"If we truly exceed your expectations and take out the ace of the Ninth Squad, then Mr. Metev will make a killing!"

"Just thinking about it makes me excited for Mr. Metev!"

Metev's eyes brightened.

It has to be said that Ning Fan's proposal tempted him.

Because there is a huge conflict between the two teams, when given equal choices, the other side will give priority to hunting the hunting team of the third team.

The same is true for the third team against the ninth team.

And if you can knock down the opponent's trump card...

From now on, the captain of the ninth squad will have to speak less than him when speaking to Metev!