This kid was able to wipe out the ace team of the Ninth Division, so could he be tricked so easily?

"Valia, you understand too, right?"

Metev looked at Varya: "It was your hunting team that provoked first."

Valya scowled, "That's just their one-sided account!"

"Then do you think there is a more reasonable explanation?"

Metev pointed to the house and said, "This is their home. Doesn't the fact that your hunting team showed up here explain something?"

Valya wanted to refute, but as Metev said, this location was too solid.

"Valia, your hunting team broke the rules. Regardless of whether it has anything to do with your Eleventh Division, I will not pursue the matter."

Metev pointed towards the room. "But my people were attacked by surprise. Letting them vent their anger... isn't that too much?"

Valya was clearly no match for Metev in verbal combat.

He looked angry and his face turned red, but he couldn't find a way to retort.

"Ning Fan."

Metev ignored him and looked directly at Ning Fan: "It's up to you to decide what to do with the people. You've made great contributions to my Third Squad. Don't worry! I won't let you suffer any injustice!"

Ning Fan smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Metev."

"One of us, you're welcome."

Metev raised an eyebrow and looked at Valya: "Want to meet for a late-night snack?"

"Hold!"

Valya took his men away in a rage!

After he left, Metev's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of coldness.

Ning Fan casually asked, "Do Team 3 and Team 11 have a grudge against each other?"

"The relationship is average. They are very close to the Ninth Squad."

"And these losers in that room are going after the ace of the Ninth Squad?"

"Humph, is this kind of trash worthy of knowing the relationship above?"

After giving a brief reply, Metev finally looked at Ning Fan coldly.

"As for you, that's enough. If you try to trick me again next time, I won't give you face."