"Lord Hokage, the documents are here."
The documents had been prepared long ago, only waiting for the right opportunity to be brought out, but Shimura Rongxiang's death-seeking had sped things along.
Ronglin looked at Shimura Rongxiang's furious face and eyes full of resentment, then gave a cold laugh. He took the documents, sat down, slowly opened them, and clicked his tongue. "How impressive. The Shimura Clan's reach is truly long. Let me take a look."
"Mm—buying up ore, then reselling it to the village to make a profit on the difference. Very impressive. You even dared to earn the village's money."
"This one is impressive. While out on a mission, you dared to kill someone just because you didn't see eye to eye. I wonder how much money was spent to smooth that over."
"And this one. Huh? Why are the things recorded here basically the same as what was discovered and transported back to the village when Danzo defected? Was it your Shimura Clan that manufactured them?"
"Opening casinos. You must have made quite a bit."
"How ruthless. You dared to casually break villagers' arms and legs. Impressive."
Although Ronglin did not spell things out too clearly, every sentence he spoke made Shimura Rongxiang's expression darken another shade.
Even the Third Hokage's expression had become incomparably ugly, because quite a few of these documents had been sealed away by him. Yet Ronglin had taken them out. This was tantamount to digging up old accounts—digging up even the Third Hokage's old accounts along with them.
Ronglin had said before that he hated the Third Hokage's personality, especially when it came to clinging to old ties. If not for his sentimentality and indulgence, would the Shimura Clan have grown so bold? Would Danzo have dared to act so unscrupulously?
"Mm. The