Two Ding Haos

"He really just gave them a cursory glance. These files concern numerous high-level sequencers, and he didn't even study them carefully. And those..."

To Zuo Teng, this secret room held all manner of information and equipment he had painstakingly collected.

As the seventeenth-ranked lineage in the Western Capital, the Zuo Household had a deep foundation and formidable abilities when it came to gathering and organizing information, allowing Zuo Teng to draw on a wealth of materials as he pleased.

But Zuo Teng had not expected the arrangements he had so carefully made to matter so little in the other party's eyes.

After barely half an hour, "Ding Hao" had already mentioned leaving.

"Young Master Zuo, Ding Hao was badly injured. Although he took medicine, I'm afraid he's feeling rather uncomfortable right now and can't stay here much longer," Zuo Butong reminded him.

"That's true." Zuo Teng nodded. "Come to think of it, I failed to set a trap for Zhang Manqian this time, so I was a little too impatient and rather eager with Ding Hao as well!"

"This Zhang Manqian really is too cautious. When have sequencers ever read the terms so carefully before signing?" Zuo Butong said, rubbing his head. "She actually went through a contract of more than sixty pages several times and managed to find the terms that worked against her!"

"Being meticulous isn't a bad thing," Zuo Teng said. "If her foundation weren't so shallow, unlike Ding Hao, who has his family's resources behind him, and if I didn't need her for a blood exchange, I might even have considered recruiting her!"

"Her ability in a direct fight is quite good, but women fall far short of men in physical development. She'll inevitably be unable to keep up with you in the future," Zuo Butong