Dirty his noble hands?
This kid... why was he asking for a beating!
Zheng Yunhui was not stupid. Jia Mingzhen was the first in the civilization ambition assessment. It was easy. Who knew what was going on? Why was he being used as a pathfinder.
It was better to let him kill his way into the top 100. He could also see how strong he was at the same time.
At this moment, no one was in the mood to pay attention to this.
Wan mingze said in surprise, “Yunhui, are you going to make it into the top 100 next month?”
“What’s Wrong?”
Zheng Yunhui smiled and said, “It’s the eighth layer of Qianjun, and the full degree of willpower is more than 85% . Isn’t that enough? The people of my old Zheng family are straightforward and can do whatever they want. Does it feel good to be an old turtle?”
Wan mingze forced a smile and said, “Yunhui, we don’t have your strength.”
