Jiang Guangrong said with a laugh, "Miyamoto Tomohiro is an ambitious person. Keeping him alive is naturally useful. He will be of great help to you in avenging Miyamoto. He is not afraid of his own greed. He is afraid of not having great aspirations or demands."
Miyamoto looked at Jiang Guangrong in surprise, "I originally thought you were a thick-skinned person."
Jiang Guangrong raised his head triumphantly: "Now?"
"Not only thick-skinned, but also shamelessly insidious!"
"Sit down and lend me your shoulder for a while..."
"Get out, I won't lend it!"
Miyamoto quietly pulled out a small dagger: "What do you say? I just didn't hear it!"
Jiang Guangrong shrank his neck: "Haha, what about it? It's just a joke. What Miyamoto can rely on is Yan Fu on my shoulder!"
"Okay, add two more. I am afraid of death and have no principles!"
"Nonsense, I am a man of principle!"
"Is that so? Why can't I see it?"
"Because my principle is having no principles!"
