(Three more chapters today at 10 o'clock!)
While speaking, Lange of course had also taken a clear look at Mu Fan's appearance.
A very refined-looking young man, his build seemed very proportionate, in line with the standard definition of human aesthetics.
Wait a second, those clothes are quite something.
With a keen eye, Lange immediately discerned the value of the clothes Mu Fan was wearing.
It looks like he's a noble student, a fat sheep!
"I can verify in actual combat," Mu Fan said calmly, as long as the mecha he was to pilot wasn't some trash like Bone Fossil, an iron ball, or the like, he feared no battle.
Lange's eyes spun around, and then he said with a smile to Mu Fan, "You go to the virtual cabin in the waiting war zone. Someone from our club will carry out the specialized assessment for you in the Battle Net's big map later."
Nodding, Mu Fan walked in the direction Lange had indicated.
