"Mist Ninja don't take prisoners!"
Kisame's face twisted viciously, and his eyes sharpened as he tried to end his own life. Jiuming, who had been keeping a close eye on the prisoners' mental states, reacted in the blink of an eye. He raised his right hand, and Kisame's expression instantly froze.
Kisame had tried to bite through his tongue, but at that moment, all he could do was hold his mouth open, unable to exert any force.
"Just as I thought. You're exactly my type."
"Your name is Kisame, right? I've heard of you."
Jiuming watched Kisame's furious, shocked expression and spoke with a faint smile. He didn't explain how he knew the man's identity. There was no need to say so much to a prisoner.
"Don't think about killing yourselves. Now that you're in my hands, your lives and deaths are no longer up to you."
"Whether you want to live or die isn't for you to decide."
"Now, there's something I'd like to find out. Who ordered you to go to your deaths?"
Instead of asking Kisame, Jiuming looked toward Mei Terumi. Kisame was a capable shinobi; he wouldn't reveal information about his superior anytime soon. Compared to this resolute man, Mei Terumi should be easier to break.
As he spoke, Jiuming released part of the Cursed Seal on Mei Terumi, allowing her to speak freely.
"Hmph!" Mei Terumi clearly noticed the change in the Cursed Seal controlling her. When Jiuming questioned her, she turned her head aside and gave a soft snort, refusing to answer.
"Mist Ninja Anbu sure are a tough bunch!"
"But you're so loyal. Does your superior know? He's already sold you out, and you're still counting the money for him."
"If he saw you like this now, he'd probably be heartbroken. After all,