Zhao Jingzhong was the kind of bastard who hurt others without benefiting himself!
Ding Xiu silently added this debt to his ledger, but maintained a serious expression as he said:
"Most likely, the God Lord and I were members of the same family countless years ago! Since we're family, it isn't wrong for me to say that I've found my team and my organization. Call it clinging to someone powerful or flattering him—I don't care. As long as the God Lord recognizes me and Miss Zhu accepts me, I can endure the world slandering, insulting, deceiving, and humiliating me!"
His expression was solemn:
"Miss Zhu, please believe in my determination and attitude! I will complete every task you assign to me meticulously and won't disappoint you.
"Besides, after listening to Miss Qiu Xiang and Miss Han Yue's conversation, I know that Miss Zhu has come here on a very important mission.
"I think you need plenty of helpers. And I, Ding Xiu, consider myself fairly skilled in martial arts. Iron Man is also my friend. When the time comes, I can introduce him to you.
"With Iron Man's wealth and connections, finding some Transmigrators will be very convenient..."
He was extremely glib, speaking rapidly and without pause. Zhao Jingzhong tried to interrupt several times but couldn't get a word in. By the time he finally managed to interject, Ding Xiu had already poured out everything he wanted to say!
"..."
Zhao Jingzhong felt as though he had suffered a critical hit.
What hurt him even more was that Zhu Qingling had actually agreed with Ding Xiu again. He hurriedly declared:
"Miss Zhu, I can help too! I'm from the Eastern Ancient Kingdom, and we're all descendants of Yan and Huang, the sons of the dragon. Strictly speaking, I can also