"Reporting to you, sir, building the arena required engineering work. It needed manpower, materials, funding, and references, so we found these people," Zabuza said at once.
"You must be the one building the arena, sir. What a coincidence! We gave plenty of suggestions on this matter and even sent out quite a few slaves!" one of the slave owners hurried forward and said.
Crack! The next moment, enormous force struck the man's leg, snapping it and dropping him to the ground. Pain twisted his face.
"Since you participated in building the arena, you should know something about the situation. The entire ninja world is facing a crisis, yet you still dared to do this!"
"Sir! It wasn't us, it was all Sanji's doing!" The people below had assumed Kitahara Kaede, as the arena's builder, was on their side. They had not expected him to act against them so decisively, and someone immediately lost his nerve.
"The one who escaped earlier? Very good. You really are something. Even in this situation, you were still thinking of using someone else's hand to get rid of me. It seems you weren't sincerely interested in doing business either," Kitahara Kaede said coldly, while also wanting to understand exactly what had happened.
"Sir! You can't blame us entirely. Someone so generous suddenly appeared, so naturally we had to be cautious. If the deal failed, the fortune we'd accumulated over so many years might be lost in one go," one of them hurriedly said.
"Then you could have simply refused to cooperate," Kitahara Kaede said coldly.
"Let me explain, sir. Yes, this was our fault. We got greedy. If your deal succeeded, it would probably equal ten years of our previous earnings. But we were afraid something might go wrong, so when we saw you use