Upon careful reflection, Ren Zhong couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart.
Yu Chengde was also trying to discern Ren Zhong's intentions.
As a top-notch Level Nine Mechanical Warrior with formidable strength, Yu Chengde was highly respected wherever he went.
Even when he was once Ying Hao's servant, Ying Hao accorded him ample respect. But now, having suddenly changed his allegiance, Yu Chengde, who was yet to understand Ren Zhong's ways, felt somewhat anxious.
Ren Zhong leaned back slightly, resting against the chair, interlacing his fingers: "Mr. Yu, you're from a hundred and thirty years ago. I know that. The Chairman told me you were once his top fighter. I want to know, looking at the entire civilization at that time, where did you rank?"
Yu Chengde replied honestly: "Aside from the strong ones in the Military Department, I could be in the top ten."
Ren Zhong feigned delight, "Oh? Top ten? Who else ranked above you? Are they still alive today?"
