At this moment, Jim didn't have the strength to aim at Jiang Guangrong. Jim's gun directly hit the door frame.

Miyamoto suddenly drew his Dongyang Long Sword from Jim, causing Jim's pen to drop to the ground.

Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but curse: "I went to find your uncle, why should I provoke anyone? I didn't kill you. You should shoot me before you die. Is it because I'm better looking than you?"

Miyamoto Keiko remained silent. He gently looked at Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong felt uneasy again.

Jiang Guangrong asked tremblingly, "Are you going to burn the bridge after crossing the river?"

Miyamoto Gangming did not answer Jiang Guangrong's question but took a few steps towards him.

Jiang Guangrong wanted to say something else? At this time, the medicine in the cabin took effect. Jiang Guangrong couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

Before entering the cabin, Miyamoto discovered Jim's trick, so after entering the cabin, Miyamoto held his breath and wasn't affected by the drugs.

Miyamoto Keiko dragged his Dongyang Long Sword, letting the tip slide on the ground, slowly walking towards Jiang Guangrong. After entering the cabin, Miyamoto Keiko gripped the Long Sword with both hands, slowly approaching Jiang Guangrong's side.

Miyamoto Keiko slowly raised the Long Sword in his hand, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Miyamoto Keiko hesitated when he saw the scars left by the cat on Jiang Guangrong, then glanced at Jiang Guangrong's right leg, which was wrapped in a thick wooden plank. A slight change flickered across Miyamoto Gangming's uneasy face. Miyamoto Keiko maintained the sword-raising posture for five or six minutes, finally sighed, sheathing the Long Sword, walked out of the cabin, and sat down on the boat cabin to rest.

When Jiang opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground. He glanced at the bloodstains on the deck and the scratches from the deck to the cabin floor. Mr. Jiang learned he had slipped away from the Ghost Gate last night and breathed a sigh of relief.

Miyamoto Shigeru brought in the tray: "Awake?"

At this moment, Miyamoto Keiko found a veil from somewhere and covered his face again. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I say, Miss Miyamoto, I'm grateful you didn't kill me, but you couldn't help me sleep last night," Jiang replied. "The ground is cold and hard. Very uncomfortable. As an injured person like me, I need adequate rest."

Miyamoto Keiko lightly despised Jiang Guangrong. Of course, Miyamoto Keiko understood Jiang Guangrong's meaning. Jiang Guangrong was reminding that they shared hardships and should not burn their bridges after crossing.

Miyamoto Keiko placed the tray on the ground while tossing a wrist-thick box. He wouldn't return.

The tray contained an egg and several pieces of bread. Obviously, the thick plank used as the cane had been used as a cane for a period. Jiang Guangrong sighed. This woman, after returning to the outside world, reverted to her previous cold demeanor. She didn't want to say a word.

By noon, the yacht sailed all the way forward, finally seeing a relatively large island, from which smoke occasionally rose, indicating the island was a densely populated one, likely the Waler Village Jim mentioned.

Soon, the yacht arrived, and indeed, a large village appeared before them.

Jiang Guangrong was very excited: "It's a village.

The two quickly docked the yacht at a simple small port.

Miyamoto Keiko quietly took out the dagger from his waist, and the two explored in the village.

Along the way, there were corpses everywhere, even the poultry and livestock raised by the villagers were killed, achieving the true essence of not distinguishing between chickens and dogs.

The strong smell of blood constantly stimulated Jiang Guangrong's stomach. Jiang Guangrong covered his nose, frowned at the dried blood. It seemed the village massacre happened in the morning. The killer might still be in the village!"

Miyamoto Gangming suddenly stopped, silently looking at a corpse beside them.

Jiang Rongyao, like two peas on a stick, looked at Miyamoto Kake's eyes, discovering a short knife lying on the ground. Jiang Rongyao immediately thought of something, glanced at the dagger hung at his waist, both daggers were identical.

Jiang Rongyao was shocked, like two peas, the other was an Eastern dagger. The killer was a toy doll.

"It's someone from the Miyamoto Family," Miyamoto added.

"What?" Jiang Guangrong was shocked and retreated a few steps, slightly widening the distance between him and Miyamoto Keiko." Why would the Miyamoto family confront these unarmed civilians? This is a village massacre. So many people in the village and not a single person survived! And they still go abroad to slaughter villages. Aren't they afraid of provoking wars between countries?"

Miyamoto Keiko seemed a bit puzzled. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. I've never heard of the Miyamoto family dealing with civilians..."

Jiang Guangrong said, "It seems you don't really understand the Miyamoto family..."

Miyamoto Keiko didn't speak but quietly drew his dagger.

The two continued to explore ahead.

After a while, they detected footsteps ahead. They hid behind a wall, waiting for the owner to approach.

Soon, a young man in his twenties came over, holding an assault rifle like searching for something.

When Miyamoto Keiko saw the person, he went out directly. Jiang Guangrong's eyebrows trembled. Based on the situation, the two recognized each other, thus the situation appeared quite dangerous.

Sure enough, when this man saw Miyamoto Keiko, he was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth. He blurted out, "It's sister!"

Sister? For a moment, Jiang Guangrong felt extreme despair. He feared everything. This family might commit suicide. Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong glanced at his back, trying to find a way to escape. But soon, Jiang Guangrong realized that maybe there was a voice from beside him, and someone was coming from behind.

Miyamoto Keiko slightly bowed to that person: "Tomohiro, how can you appear here?"

Miyamoto Tomohiro smiled and said: "Senior sister, we are ordered to carry out a mission. This is..."

Jiang Guangrong scratched his head, thinking he hid well enough but was discovered by Miyamoto Tomohiro. Jiang Guangrong also generously came out.

Just as Jiang Guangrong was about to speak, Miyamoto Gangming answered: "He is a friend from China. His name is Yihe Guangrong."

Miyamoto was once again surprised and opened his mouth: "I bless you Guangrong? Are you a family member?"

Jiang Guangrong pretended to rub his eyes while glancing at Miyamoto. Miyamoto's eyes were devoid of emotion. Although Jiang Guangrong did not understand Miyamoto Shigeru's intention, he cooperatively laughed and responded in Eastern dialect: "Ah? Uh... Yes, I'm just a small figure in the Yihe family. When I heard about Miss Miyamoto, I came to assist Miss Miyamoto."

"Oh, then..." Miyamoto Tomohiro laughed differently and, hearing Jiang Guangrong speak in South Sea Island Eastern dialect, no longer doubted Jiang's identity.

At this moment, the person behind Jiang Guangrong also came over: "Silang, what's the matter? Are these two?"

A panic flashed in Miyamoto's eyes: "Zheng Silang, these two are forehead..."

"This is my friend Miyamoto Keiko. Jiang Guangrong said.

"Miyamoto Keiko?" Miyamoto Gangming looked oddly at Miyamoto Keiko, then suddenly laughed, "So, it's Miss Miyamoto Gangming, the Traceless Sword, I'm Miyamoto Gangming's cousin."

Jiang Guangrong's eyebrows trembled again. This group of Eastern people seemed strange to Jiang Guangrong. If Miyamoto did not recognize Miyamoto Tomohiro, Jiang Guangrong would even suspect these people were counterfeit. Moreover, Miyamoto Keiko's behavior was even stranger. With Miyamoto Keiko's loyalty to the Miyamoto family, apart from the Miyamoto family, there was no reason to self-rescue. But Jiang Guangrong racked his brain, not knowing where the problem lay.

The conversation here quickly attracted other members of the Miyamoto family in the village. They all gathered, including Miyamoto Tomohiro.

Miyamoto glanced at Jiang Guangrong, saying: "Brother, please do me a favor. I forgot my handgun on the boat. Please help me get it!"

"Oh...," Jiang Guangrong knew this was Miyamoto Keiko's intention to keep him alive. Under the guise of the Yihe family, these people should not feel embarrassed. Jiang Guangrong leaned on his cane, turning back slowly to walk. Sure enough, the Miyamoto family members stepped aside one by one without any obstruction.