The Assassination Crisis in the Interrogation Room and the Brewing Storm of Public Opinion

A cold, sinister chakra fluctuation spread through the enclosed archive room.

That eerie black Cursed Seal writhed madly beneath Shanmu's neck like a venomous snake that had come to life, rapidly devouring his vitality. Shanmu's body arched violently, and hoarse, inhuman sounds rattled from his throat. His eyes bulged as blood vessels burst at their corners.

The two Discipline Inspection Department personnel holding him felt tremendous force surge through their hands. Shanmu's body instantly became scorching hot, while Chakra rampaged through him like a beast gone berserk.

"Fall back!"

The ANBU captain wearing the Crow Mask barked a warning. His figure blurred, and he appeared beside Shanmu. Forming his fingers like a blade, he precisely struck several acupoints at the back of Shanmu's neck, trying to cut off the rampaging Chakra.

However, the moment his fingers touched Shanmu, they recoiled violently as if shocked by electricity.

"It's a Cursed Seal. It's devouring his life force." For the first time, gravity entered the voice beneath the Crow Mask.

A medical ninja accompanying them immediately stepped forward and pressed both hands against Shanmu, releasing green medical Chakra. Yet the instant the green light touched the black Cursed Seal, it dispersed like melting snow, unable to enter him at all.

"No! This Chakra is too overbearing! It's rejecting my Chakra!" The medical ninja was drenched in sweat.

The lead was about to end here.

A trace of relief flashed through Utatane Koharu's eyes, one she herself failed to notice. As long as Shanmu died, there would be no evidence, and everything would still have room to turn around.

Baishi watched the scene in silence, his face expressionless.

He recognized this Cursed Seal. Orochimaru's handiwork—a double safeguard meant both to control someone and silence them.

It seemed the Communication Stone Slab Utatane Koharu had