"My brother got slapped."

"Ouch! That's serious!"

Metev had a forced smile.

"Mr. Metev, I know you're teasing me, but the biggest problem here is that this slap was given for no reason."

Ning Fan said seriously, "I admit that I was indeed trying to mislead people in front of the Points Plaza just now. I believe you couldn't hide this! But from another perspective, I am indeed very angry!"

"Today we were just going to the Points Square to possess spirits as normal. We didn't do anything out of the ordinary! You're angry with me and feel that I've coerced you. I admit it! But this coercion shouldn't have happened today, right?"

"In the final analysis, someone is indeed targeting us maliciously! As for whether it's just me or the third team, I'm not sure."

Metev said in a deep voice, "You're not sure? Just now in front of the Points Plaza, didn't you swear that this matter was aimed at the Third Squad?"

"That's just an excuse!"

Ning Fan shrugged. "Mr. Metev, I'm also trying to protect myself. After all, I don't know who's targeting me. I'm afraid our opponent is too strong, and with our team's physique... we can't handle it!"

"So, you brought our third team along?"

Metev slammed the table.

Ning Fan smiled.

"Oh! My team originally belonged to the third team. Why are we still distinguishing between you and me? That's too formal!"

(I've been having a recurring cold and my head is full, so I've been writing less lately. I'll try to write more when I feel better...)