"Let Yuchi enjoy himself for a while first. Once he's sick of it, you can go over directly. But since this involves so many mining veins, we must be more cautious than ever."
"Find some people to provoke him, then let Yuchi take the blame steadily. That way, when I go to him again, he'll be like a dog to me."
Mysterious Man: "Alright."
"But when exactly?"
The Prison Director, speechless: "Can't you judge for yourself? Do you need me to help you with everything?"
The Mysterious Man, arrogantly: "I'm just a sword. Have you ever seen a sword that thinks?"
He then coldly added: "Or do you, revered Prison Director, prefer a sword with its own ideas? Aren't you afraid I'll turn against you?"
The Prison Director squinted his eyes, his mouth opening wide like a big toad, jaw parting as he poured the drink down his throat.
"Alright, alright, we've been in this relationship for years. Even a stone would bloom by now. Let's not fight among ourselves."
