The commander's face slowly twisted into something unpleasant.
"You're telling me that slum brat?"
The representative nodded carefully.
"Yes sir."
The commander leaned back again but this time his expression looked much uglier.
He stared at the representative for a few seconds.
Then his voice turned cold.
"And you're telling me this now?"
The representative felt a chill.
"I only confirmed the details recently—"
The commander slammed his hand on the desk.
"Useless."
The representative flinched.
"You people can't even identify talent when it's right in front of you."
The man swallowed quickly.
"I believe there's still an opportunity."
The commander glared at him.
"Explain."
The representative straightened.
"The boy is still low rank. Bronze squad. And he comes from the slums."
The commander's expression changed slightly.
"That means he's easy to influence."
The representative nodded eagerly.
"If you approach him first, you could recruit him into your division."
