"Well, it probably can't be suppressed."

Ning Fan nodded: "But if we apply a little more pressure, we can suppress it."

"How do you say that?"

Yan Feng was curious.

Ning Fan smiled: "I still have people!"

Yan Feng's eyes fixed.

Ning Fan pointed at Qu Hongbo and the others over there: "The strongest newcomer in the eleventh team."

Yan Feng noticed it when Qu Hongbo, Lao Li and Zhang Wenqing were carried in.

"They...the one who just went with you to kill Yanchikov?"

"Um."

Ning Fan nodded and continued, "Besides them, there is also."

"who?"

"There are so many new faces in the district, haven't you noticed?"

"them?"

Yan Feng sneered: "Aren't those the people you hired to fan the flames?"

"yes!"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam. "But can you guarantee that among so many people, there aren't one or two teams with real strength?"

Yan Feng's face froze.

"How can you be sure how many of these people are hired by me, and how many are..."

Ning Fan pointed at Qu Hongbo and asked, "Is he the one with whom I have a life-or-death relationship?"

Yan Feng understood what Ning Fan meant.

"People from the Ninth Squad, do you know why that guy is covered in fuzz?"

Ning Fan pointed at Lu Yuan again: "He knocked Yang Qikov's thunder ball back with one blow!"

Yan Feng's eyes became more and more serious.

The ninth and eleventh divisions.

These two teams are mortal enemies of the third team where Ning Fan was previously.

But in this mortal enemy team, Ning Fan actually hid two groups of people!

Moreover, these two groups of people are willing to risk their lives with him!

How many cards does this kid have in his hand?

"Just like you said just now, I dared to oppose Yanchikov, which means I had thought of this result."

Ning Fan took a handful of hemostatic medicine and put it into his mouth: "Do you think I have a backup plan?"