Madam, you've worked hard

At the same time, Shisui's death had put him in a foul mood.

For a moment, his expression was exceedingly complex.

One moment his brow relaxed, the next it furrowed tightly.

The Uchiha onlookers felt a chill run down their spines—if even the Clan Head wore such a troubled look, this was truly a disaster.

"This is too much!"

Uchiha Xianren's confidence swelled as he slammed the table and roared:

"We must find the killer, no matter who it is—if this humiliation goes unanswered, the Uchiha Clan will pay in blood!"

His words carried a pointed edge: "No exceptions!"

As he spoke, his gaze fixed on Uchiha Yashiro.

A cold glint flashed!

"Regardless, we must first find Shisui's murderer."

Uchiha Yashiro said in a low voice: "I'll take personal charge of this matter."

"You're full of shit!"

Uchiha Xianren erupted, shooting to his feet and jabbing a finger at Yashiro's nose, cursing loudly.

"At this point, Yashiro, you still want to uphold your so-called peace?!"

He swept his gaze over the other Uchiha, his voice sharp: "With Shisui's Body Flicker Technique, if it wasn't someone from the village, who could have killed him?!"

"There's only one possibility—the Konoha higher-ups."

"The Uchiha Clan's blood must not be spilled in vain!"

Hearing this, Siming knew today's matter wouldn't end peacefully. The Uchiha clansmen's eyes turned bloodshot, their breathing grew heavy, and even the Dove faction members were visibly shaken.

The Uchiha Clan had always been a proud, fearless people.

Even after a hundred years, the fierce genes and instincts of the Land of Lightning still ran in their bones.

"That's right! Shisui can't die for nothing!"

"Damn Konoha higher-ups—which battle haven't we Uchiha charged to the front? And this is how they treat us!"

"Kill one, no loss; kill two, a profit!"

Pairs of crimson Sharingan tomoe flickered to life, like ghostly lanterns from hell, their light eerie and unnatural.

Uchiha Yashiro's expression shifted. He felt that if he didn't speak now, the crowd's emotions would spiral out of control!

"The Uchiha Clan's blood indeed cannot be spilled in vain."

At this moment, he couldn't afford to clash head-on with the clan's emotions.

His eyes swept over the other Dove faction Uchiha—even those in his own camp were visibly stirred.

"But we still don't know who the real killer is."

He shifted his tone, calmly reasoning: "There are indeed some hardliners among the Konoha higher-ups who hold a grudge against our clan, but there are also those who have always shown goodwill toward the Uchiha."

"We can't paint them all with the same brush."

"This concerns the reputation our Uchiha Clan has built over nearly a hundred years!"

His words were clear, logical, and persuasive.

Though the Uchiha clansmen wore cold faces, they were not unreasonable—on the contrary, they always had a scale of justice in their hearts!

The crowd's anger visibly subsided.

"So what? The fact remains that Shisui was killed!"

Seeing this, Uchiha Xianren grew anxious.

This was the best opportunity in years!

The two immediately fell into a heated argument, muddying the waters. Xianren shouted furiously, but no matter how he attacked, Yashiro only grew more composed.

Uchiha Siming shook his head and let out a light laugh.

"Hm? What is it?"

Uchiha Itachi couldn't help asking, his heart filled with worry even as his face remained perfectly calm.

"No need to worry."

Siming shook his head, speaking with ease: "Though Uchiha Xianren's words are sharp, Uchiha Yashiro has already shifted the focus from Shisui's death to their quarrel."

"They've argued so many times."

"By now, the other clansmen have developed a reflex—their rebellious fervor toward Konoha has already cooled. Barring any surprises, nothing will come of today's Uchiha gathering."

The others had only been caught up in the heat of the moment.

But when they calmed down, they would realize that now was not the best time to launch a war against Konoha.

The emotions were there, but the strength was not.

If Uchiha Fugaku was the cornerstone of the Uchiha Clan, then Shisui was the emotional bond that held them together.

"Enough!"

Uchiha Fugaku's steady, stern voice rang out, striking like a heavy hammer against everyone's hearts.

"Shisui has just died, and yet you're all arguing red-faced over this matter—what kind of behavior is this!"

His cold gaze swept across the crowd.

A pair of crimson Three Tomoe Sharingan emerged, their abyssal Dojutsu Power chilling everyone to the bone.

"Shisui's death is of utmost importance. No matter the cost, we must find him—alive, we want to see the person; dead, we want to see the corpse!"

He said in a frigid tone. "But more importantly..."

"Who killed Shisui!"

"Yashiro, I'm entrusting this to you. You, Inabi, and Tekka—no matter what, find the murderer of Shisui!"

His deep gaze swept over the other Uchiha clansmen, and he sighed inwardly.

Today was definitely not the day to decide on the rebellion.

Others might not understand, but he knew very well: without Shisui's Mangekyo Sharingan, the current Uchiha Clan would be courting death if they rebelled now!

The crowd dispersed one after another.

Just as Siming was about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Siming, stay for a moment on this matter."

Uchiha Siming turned around and saw Fugaku's deep eyes: "Yes, Clan Head."

Uchiha Itachi beside him looked surprised and cast a questioning glance.

[What's up? Need me to stick around?]

[No need, no need. Small stuff.]

The two exchanged a look.

Uchiha Fugaku's mouth twitched.

Damn it. That brat's elbow was bent outward.

Not worried about his own father, but instead worried that Uchiha Siming, an outsider, would be targeted!

Arriving at Uchiha Fugaku's home, it was the same as always. Uchiha Mikoto had brewed tea, her well-tailored Qipao outlining her voluptuous, tall figure.

Especially when she bent over to pour the tea.

"Thank you for your trouble, ma'am."

Uchiha Siming was very polite, watching attentively.

Uchiha Fugaku beside him had a strange expression. Every time Siming saw him, he was extremely relaxed, but the moment he saw his wife, he became all about manners.

Was it because he always kept a stern face?

"Siming, you should know the cause of Shisui's death, right?"

Uchiha Fugaku took a sip of tea, and his opening words were earth-shattering!

Uchiha Siming: "???"

His eyes flickered as he looked at Fugaku with suspicion.

Holy shit.

Old man, I trusted you so much, and you fucking spied on me!

He set down his teacup, placed both hands behind his back, and immediately clasped them together.

Damn it!

Spying on me?

Take this face-shattering Wood Release!