Watching a Childhood Friend Get Humiliated Was Harder to Bear Than Death

Eighteen-year-old Xiao Zi had always firmly believed that the reason he was only five foot two was because his legendary Secondary Development had arrived late.

Once his growth spurt came, he would surely surpass sixteen-year-old, six-foot-four Han in height and become a tall, strapping man.

"Let me go! I'm going to fight that poison-playing bastard to the death!"

Now, Hanzo's words had completely shattered the fantasy Xiao Zi had clung to for so long. Even though the meridians throughout his body were unbearably sluggish, Xiao Zi still rolled up his sleeves, ready to risk his life against the culprit who had ruined his beautiful future.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Han slid both hands beneath Xiao Zi's armpits and held him firmly suspended in the air, afraid that his hot-blooded teammate would lose his head and fight the rain ninja to the bitter end.

"Bas~tard~!"

Xiao Zi kicked his short little legs helplessly in midair and barked furiously. If looks could kill, Hanzo would have been fucked and killed, then fucked and killed again.

"Hanzo of Amegakure, consider yourself lucky to have escaped with your life this time. The next time we meet, you won't be so fortunate."

After restraining his teammate, Han gave Hanzo, who had been "isolated" by the crowd, a deep look and began delivering the customary threat.

"Do you take Amegakure for Iwagakure's public toilet? You shit here and think you can just leave?"

Seeing Han's intention to retreat, Hanzo narrowed his eyes, his tone icy.

According to the Great Elder's incomplete tally, at least a hundred rain ninja had been killed or wounded in this attack. Yuliu and Moyu, the right-hand men Hanzo had cultivated for years, had died. Countless homes and shops had been destroyed, causing direct economic losses that could only be called astronomical.