What he said was somewhat cold-hearted, but it was also part of the agreement between Ronglin and him.
If he had not stumbled upon him by accident, Ronglin would never have believed that there was such an old-timer among the Uchiha.
He truly counted as an old-timer, because he was old beyond measure. His entire body was practically skin and bones. It could be said that aside from his pair of Sharingan, there was not a single part of Black Shadow's body fit to be seen.
Black Shadow slowly vanished from the office. Ronglin sighed and shook his head. There were truly too many people in this world with miserable fates.
"White Fang~~"
Ronglin had no idea why White Fang had dragged Black Shadow off to the Anbu.
That guy had the temperament of a powder keg—one wrong move and he would explode. Ronglin only hoped White Fang could handle him properly. He did not want the Anbu to blow apart from within.
The ordinary generals worth winning over had already been dealt with, but those old, scheming politicians would not be so easy to pull in.
Whenever Ronglin thought of those politicians' faces, he could not help frowning.
He hoped those people would know what was good for them. Otherwise, he would not mind having someone control them. The Uchiha's Sharingan was not for decoration; controlling a group of ordinary people could not be easier.
Ronglin had always opposed letting Uchiha clan members enter certain fields. That cesspool was not suitable for the Uchiha.
Damn their excessive emotions!!!
Whenever he thought of the Uchiha's traits, Ronglin could not help swearing. He had already carried out so many reforms, yet they were still the same. How could he dare let them enter the cesspool of politics?
Do not underestimate the