Talent

As the Daimyo of a country, it was only natural that he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

But Shiraishi Yoshijo could only say that this attempt to pin the blame on Peach Country had miscalculated badly.

Whether or not Right Red could find evidence, Peach Country would inevitably be put on the defensive within the United Nations. Though the matter of the mercenary corps could not be discussed openly, that did not stop them from targeting Peach Country.

Arresting Chongji was merely for the Land of Wind's dignity; the astronomical compensation was the real main course. The five great countries would certainly do everything they could to make Peach Country pay, and as long as the other countries were willing to help, the Land of Wind's Daimyo would surely offer a handsome reward.

"Public enemy."

Shiraishi Yoshijo sighed. Peach Country had made enormous profits from selling weapons—even by a nation's standards. It was hardly strange for others to covet it. But if they wanted him to cough up those profits, that was absolutely impossible.

Put on the defensive politically? Then we won't play politics.

Arrest Chongji?

Hmph. I'll use Chongji to disgust every last one of you!

Once he had an idea, Shiraishi Yoshijo was no longer flustered. He raised his head to study the women before him, pinching his chin as a strange smile spread across his face.

The Kazekage's sister?

That bastard Right Red really understood him.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Inside the Anbu interrogation room, a man fat as a pig hung suspended from iron chains. Chongji felt that he was finished, because the killing intent emanating from the man before him was simply too overwhelming.

The red-hot branding iron pressed against his body once more. Chongji writhed in agony and let