"Mr. Metev."

Ning Fan opened the door and got out of the car, a faint smile on his face: "You are so polite, you even came to the door to pick us up?"

"I always give enough respect to people who have ability."

Metev looked quite happy, but when he saw Ning Fan covered in wounds, he pretended to be distressed: "Is the injury serious?"

"I can handle it."

Ning Fan knew what Metev wanted, so he asked Huizi to take out two things.

Xu Wei and Sun Yingying's spikes and gloves.

Metev's eyes lit up.

But he still pretended not to understand and asked, "What is this?"

"Withered ghost and ghost eyes."

"Ah? Isn't this the spirit servant owned by the ace team members of the Ninth Division?"

Metev said loudly.

Ning Fan just smiled at his poor acting skills and said, "Yes."

"marvelous!"

Metev continued to boast, "A week ago, when you told me you could defeat them, I didn't believe you! I have to admit, your performance has exceeded my expectations! You've only just joined the Third Squad, and you've already defeated the Ninth Squad's ace team. I'm truly astonished!"

Ning Fan could feel the cold gazes from the Ninth Team.

The team leader's face turned ashen.

Metev must have done it on purpose.

He just wanted to let people know that a newly joined team from the third team defeated the ace team from the ninth team. That was enough.

As for this action now, it might put Ning Fan and the others in trouble...

But it doesn’t matter!

He doesn't care!

If Ning Fan and the others can hold on, the stronger they are, the happier Metev will be.

But if you can't make it...

Just destroy it.

Anyway, this is not the ace team of their third team.

No matter what the result is, from Metev's perspective, he will definitely make a profit.