Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan stared at the Akatsuki members in shock. They even felt as if Liao Wu was the true leader of the Akatsuki.
Liao Wu hid behind the group of Akatsuki members and snickered to himself, because every time he healed someone, he secretly activated his Sharingan and suggested it to them.
"I'm the boss. I'm the boss!"
With Liao Wu's Three Tomoe-level Sharingan, plus Madara's Sharingan training scroll, even a Jonin could be brainwashed by him.
Let alone these second-rate crippled ninjas in the Akatsuki.
The more the Akatsuki members looked at Yahiko, the more they felt he was an eyesore. What could that Orange Hair even do?
Every time there was a fight, it seemed like Nagato was the one charging at the very front, while Konan's gentleness and kindness were like a lubricant, able to soothe everyone's wounded hearts.
Orange Hair only knew how to spout big talk, saying that peace would come, that there would be bread, that there would be milk.
Where had things gotten better?
How great would it be if Lord Liao Wu became the boss? One little zap from his hand, and your waist stopped aching, your legs stopped hurting, and your brain was gone too.
Orange Hair should hurry up and give up his seat so Lord Liao Wu could sit there.
Liao Wu quickly reached out and pressed down the clamor in the cave. "Everyone, please don't say any more. It's only right for the leader to question me."
"This is for everyone's sake too. After all, my background still hasn't been checked. What if I'm a bad person?"
Since Liao Wu had shown him so much respect, Yahiko could not help but glance at him gratefully.
Everyone in the Akatsuki admired Liao Wu's character in unison.
"Lord