Knowing One's Own Limits

"Zuo Teng, second son of Zuo Sheng, chairman of the Chixi Group. Your family business ranks seventeenth in Western Capital City and eighteenth in the Alliance States. So your family has a lot of standing and money?"

"That's right!"

"Then were you lying to my sister all those times you pretended to be an ordinary person?"

"I was just setting my status aside when I spent time with her. Please understand how cautious a rich young master has to be when looking for ordinary friends. After all, the people who make friends with me only care about my status and my ability to mobilize resources!"

"So what are you doing now? Done lying? Showing us your true face so we'll regret not making friends with you? Regret losing a 'rich friend' like you?"

Zhang Xuezhou raised his head and looked at the young man before him, who seemed more and more familiar.

He also recalled seeing a Sequencer wearing a white ape mask at the Weiyang Martial Arts School. That person's voice really was no different from Zuo Teng's.

Now that Zuo Teng had revealed his hand, Zhang Xuezhou also guessed who the school's supervisor had once called "Young Master Zuo."

"No." Zuo Teng shook his head. "I just hope you'll take a look at my status and my ability to mobilize resources, and consider the possibility of working together in the future!"

"Working together? Like selling blood?" Zhang Xuezhou asked with a frown.

"No, a genuine partnership that binds our interests together." Zuo Teng's face flushed. "In another two years, the Sequencer Tournament will be held. Any team that performs well is certain to receive training backed by top-tier resources."

"Is this Sequencer Tournament some kind of competition? Would the resources awarded at a competition like that surpass what