What's More Satisfying Than Having the Person Who Wants You Dead Watch You Continue to Thrive?

"Is that brat Hiruzen making a fool of this old man?"

What Jiraiya had been worried about happened after all. One moment, Uchiha Huoke had still been a kindly old man with a smiling face; after he clearly saw the contents of the mission scroll, a chilling killing intent seeped from his cloudy eyes.

Riiip!

The fragile scroll shattered at the sound. Seeing this, Jiraiya cried inwardly that things were bad. Hadn't the Uchiha Clan announced to the outside world that this old man was crippled? This aura was even fiercer than Uchiha Fugaku, the clan leader.

"We're just messengers. Grievances have their source and debts have their debtor. If any of you have any complaints, you're welcome to file them at the Hokage's Office."

As he spoke, he waved his hands while silently retreating half a step. At the same time, his shifty eyes darted around, searching everywhere for Orochimaru, who had sold out his teammate.

"Elder Huoke, what exactly is the mission?"

Fugaku looked at the scraps scattered across the floor, and a bit of curiosity inevitably rose in his heart. Uchiha Huoke's temper could not be considered irritable; on the contrary, compared with the other elders, he was much more even-tempered. Why would he suddenly fly into such a rage?

"Hmph!"

Uchiha Huoke snorted coldly and did not answer. It was obvious he had been angered badly by the contents of the mission scroll.

But at the same time, a few doubts also arose in the heart of this old man nearing seventy.

If Hiruzen truly only wanted to test the Uchiha's bottom line, there was no need to go to such great lengths. He could have simply made some trouble for the Police Force's affairs and that would have been enough.

"All of you, sit down."