One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Feng Xingtong scratched the back of his head, smiling with a simple yet wealthy expression:

"I contacted the overseas branch of our Tianxiahui in Tokyo."

“My dad allocated them a special budget, allowing them to screen all the potential contestants through local informants, black market intelligence dealers, and dark web interfaces of various powerful groups.”

Feng Xingtong pointed to the documents in everyone's hands, his tone quite frank:

"Although we can't find the core intelligence, 80% of the basic information here is still accurate."

"Just flip through it casually, consider it a pre-match reference."

The rest area fell silent for a few seconds.

"Good boy!"

Looking at the document in his hand, which was comparable to a CIA file, Black Pipe couldn't help but give it a thumbs up:

"What do you call this? This is what you call professional! The financial power of the World Society has truly opened my eyes today."

Zhang Tianyi leaned back on the sofa, casually flipped through the documents a couple of times, and then tossed them onto the coffee table with satisfaction.

He snapped his fingers at Feng Xingtong, showering him with praise:

"Well done. Xiao Feng, you've got your logistics position all set."

"This efficiency is much better than Zhang Chulan's stingy style."

Feng Xingtong, blushing from the praise, waved his hands repeatedly, just as he was about to say a few polite words.

At the entrance of the venue, a considerable commotion suddenly broke out.

The group of five walked into the waiting area in a loose formation.

Walking at the very back was a young man from Southeast Asia wearing a floral shirt and flip-flops.

He had dark skin, was as thin as a bamboo pole, and was holding a skewer of unfinished roasted meat in his hand.

He was smiling and looking around the venue, looking like a street urchin who had wandered into the stadium by mistake.

"Everyone, look over there."

Feng Xingtong immediately switched into his intelligence officer role. He pointed to the young man who was chewing on a skewer of barbecue meat and whispered a reminder:

"That's Chatchai from the Thai team. He's nominally a player, but he's actually the backbone of the team."

Wang Ye flipped through the documents in his hand, his gaze settling on one page, and read aloud the record on it:

"Chachai, 24 years old, comes from the oldest witchcraft tribe in northern Thailand."

"They look harmless, but they are actually masters of the most insidious flying head curses and blood curses."

It is said that six months ago, in the South American rainforest, he single-handedly turned an entire full-strength armed mercenary group into mummies.

Zhuge Qing looked at the photo of Chachai smiling brightly in the document and clicked his tongue twice:

"A smiling tiger. So troublesome, so troublesome..."

"The tall guy at the very front is their captain, his name is..."

Just as everyone was looking at the data and starting to seriously analyze the combat strength of each opponent.

"Brothers! I'm back!"

A voice filled with pride and excitement came from outside the rest area.

Zhang Chulan swaggered back with an arrogant gait, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

His face, however, was beaming with a smug smile, as if he had done a great service to the team.

As soon as he stood still, he eagerly patted his chest and loudly claimed credit:

"Master! Old Wang! You didn't see my extreme pull just now."

"With my silver tongue and the friendship of two melon seeds, I managed to pry open the mouths of those Russians!"

Zhang Chulan deliberately kept everyone in suspense, hands on his hips, chin held high:

"I managed to find out all of their names, backgrounds, and even what kind of sandwiches the bald guy liked!"

"That bald guy's name is Ivan, and he practices Arctic combat! How about that? Didn't my intelligence-gathering skills deserve the most credit?"

Zhang Chulan closed his eyes, eagerly awaiting the overwhelming praise and astonishment from everyone.

but.

Three seconds passed.

Five seconds passed.

A crow flew overhead.

Zhang Chulan opened one eye in confusion.

None of the people on the sofa looked up at him.

Zhang Tianyi was holding a toothpick and intently pricking the cantaloupe in the fruit plate.

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye were huddled together, pointing at a piece of paper and chatting animatedly.

As for Feng Baobao, she even placed the color-printed document on her lap, and while holding a bag of fries, she caught all the crumbs that fell onto the paper.

"Huh? No..."

Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded. He rushed to Wang Ye in a few steps, his face full of astonishment and confusion:

"Old Wang, Old Qing? What are you two looking at so intently?"

"I risked my life to infiltrate enemy territory and find out everything about them. You guys should at least give me some feedback! Would it cost you anything to praise me?!"

Only then did Wang Ye finally look up from the documents.

He glanced at Zhang Chulan, whose face was full of anticipation, and then at the thick document in his hand.

"Ugh."

Master Wang sighed with great sympathy.

Without any hesitation, he waved the file in his hand in front of Zhang Chulan's eyes.

"Old Zhang."

Wang Ye grinned, his smile revealing a deep sense of schadenfreude, and slowly retorted:

"You went through all that trouble just to find out a person's name and what kind of sandwich they like to eat?"

"Look at this that Xingtong brought."

Wang Ye flipped to the page about the bald man and shoved it directly at Zhang Chulan's nose:

"Not only did they have his name, but they also wrote down exactly what size shoes he wore, what kind of miracle drug he bought on the black market the day before yesterday, and even which bar in Russia his lover worked as a waitress."

"Your 'top-secret intelligence' obtained by eating sunflower seeds..."

Wang Ye patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and delivered the final blow with earnest words:

"I'm afraid it'll all be for nothing."

"..."

Zhang Chulan stared at the document, which was rich in pictures and detailed in data.

The expression on his face froze instantly.

He felt that his intelligence and his smug speech had been thoroughly humiliated by this document.

"Holy crap?!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and stared at Feng Xingtong, who was hiding at the far end of the sofa.

Feng Xingtong shrank back guiltily, quickly put down the iced cola in his hand, and forced a dry laugh:

"Brother Chu... Brother Chu Lan, please let me explain..."

"I don't believe you, you big idiot!"

Zhang Chulan let out a roar and pounced on it.

With practiced ease, he grabbed Feng Xingtong by the neck, and the two instantly rolled around on the large sofa.

"You little rascal, Feng Xingtong! You've really grown some guts, haven't you?!"

While frantically rubbing Feng Xingtong's hair with his hands, Zhang Chulan accused her through gritted teeth:

"You had this kind of intelligence file, why didn't you take it sooner or later, but only when I was acting like an idiot, running around fawning over them, did you pull it out?!"

"Are you deliberately trying to make me look bad?! I've always treated you well, haven't I?! How did you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, become so naughty?!"

Feng Xingtong was being held by the throat, struggling and laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Cough cough... Brother Chu Lan, I'm innocent! I really only remembered it when I was rummaging through my bag just now!"

"I was so focused on moving my luggage that I completely forgot! I really didn't mean to! Hahahaha!"

The two wrestled on the sofa like two immature monkeys.

Look at this ridiculous scene.

Zhuge Qing waved his folding fan, his fox-like eyes narrowing as he laughed.

Wang Ye, holding a teacup, leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking.

Even Chen Duo, who had been quiet all along, was amused by Zhang Chulan's exasperated appearance, and her lips curled into a smile.

Zhang Tianyi leaned against the main seat.

He watched as these young geniuses, now completely disregarding their image, were making a ruckus.

He didn't say anything to stop her, but just popped a piece of cantaloupe into his mouth.

Before the brutal battle begins, there is such innocent playful banter.

These little rascals are really something.

Just then.

Suddenly, a microphone test sound came from the giant speakers overhead.

"Hello, hello, Test."