"Mr. Zhao Cheng, I also know that whenever something happens, going to beg others for help is hardly a good habit."
"But when survival is on the line, all we can do is seize every last possibility of victory..."
"Originally, I should have come to meet you in person to show greater sincerity, but unfortunately, the current situation does not permit it. Please forgive me."
After Luo Zhen struggled through the tug-of-war and handed the communicator to Zhao Cheng, the Human King's figure appeared in the transmission.
The old man's gaze was resolute at that moment, neither servile nor overbearing.
Though he had come seeking help, wagging his tail and begging for pity, or lamenting his own hardships and humanity's hardships, was not his style.
As for Zhao Cheng, he was exceptionally calm—or rather, he gave off an extraordinarily relaxed air, as though even if the world were to end in the next instant, it would not move him in the slightest.
Hearing this, Zhao Cheng did not refuse. Instead, he said, "If you're willing to trust me, then do nothing, and in the end, nothing will happen."
As his words fell, the air fell silent.
Zhao Cheng did not explain how things would unfold if they did nothing. On the one hand, he was not a babysitter, much less some saintly savior. Pointing out the direction was already a kindness, especially since Zhao Cheng was asking nothing of them—there was no equivalent exchange involved.
On the other hand, if they were willing to trust him, no explanation was needed. If they were unwilling, then no amount of words would help, unless Zhao Cheng displayed his power before everyone to convince them.
But Zhao Cheng had no reason to do that.
Since when did someone saving people have to put