Looking at the Daimyo, whose face was deathly pale, body trembling in fear, and who had even wet himself, Ronglin frowned in disgust and waved a hand before his nose.
"Uchiha Izumi Nishi, I'll leave this guy to you. I want to know where the treasury is and where he stashed all his money..."
"I'm giving you twenty minutes."
Seeing how pathetic the Daimyo looked, Ronglin had originally intended to say a few threats or harsh words, but it seemed unnecessary now.
It would only be a waste of breath. The moment he woke up, he had turned deathly pale with fright, trembled all over, and even wet himself. Ronglin had no interest whatsoever in someone wearing the title of Daimyo.
He did not even feel like controlling the man and forcing him to reveal his secrets.
"Yes, I guarantee the mission will be completed."
Uchiha Izumi Nishi grinned. To the Daimyo, that smile was nothing less than a demon's smile.
Ronglin had no interest in the Daimyo, but he certainly did. Of course, he was not interested in the Daimyo's ass—he was interested in tormenting him.
This was his first time getting a job like this.
It would be a shame to miss it.
Still smiling, Uchiha Izumi Nishi walked toward the Daimyo, grabbed him by the neck, and dragged him elsewhere so Ronglin would not feel sick looking at him.
Ronglin frowned at the Daimyo's pathetic appearance, and Uchiha Izumi Nishi noticed it.
Having once served as Uchiha Fugaku's personal guard, he was highly skilled at reading people.
"Nara Shikaku."
"Your subordinate is here."
"I'll leave everything else to you. Three days—I'm only giving you three days to stabilize everything. You may mobilize anyone you need. Stabilize the situation, then move the entire treasury to Konoha."
Ronglin looked