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"Hey, Iwasaki-gun, you really are something. On one hand, you tell me that you are grateful for the kindness I've shown you and that you'll do everything in your power to help me, but on the other hand, you also tell me that your help is contingent on not going against certain principles." Chen Fan sneered, "I'm quite curious, what are these 'principles' you speak of?"
"Staying out of politics." Miyamoto Iwasaki gritted his teeth, "I'm a businessman, and I don't want to get involved in politics!"
"What if I say no?"
The smile vanished from Chen Fan's face in an instant, and a terrifying killing intent suddenly emerged from him, radiating outwards from his body in all directions.
In a moment, it felt like the temperature in the entire study had dropped.
Feeling the crazy killing intent emanating from Chen Fan, Miyamoto Iwasaki felt the hairs on his body stand on end, as if he had been dropped into an ice cellar, a coldness spreading from head to toe.
