Most people had already labeled Uchiha Yan—and even the entire Uchiha Clan—as "absolutely not to be provoked."
Their awe of the Uchiha clan deepened by several degrees.
As for those few people who had joined in the heckling and stirring up trouble earlier—
They had already been forced flat onto the ground, unable to move.
They regretted it bitterly.
Why had they bothered causing trouble just to curry favor with Danzo?
Wasn't that asking for death?
Danzo's face flushed crimson, his back hunched as he turned his head and roared at Uchiha Yan, "Uchiha Yan, what exactly do you want? Are you really going to **?"
"Tsk."
Uchiha Yan watched Danzo with an amused expression and said leisurely, "If I really wanted to **, the first person I'd kill would be you, you old troublemaking bastard. Let me ask you: do you dare take it?"
"If you dare take it, I dare do it! Want to try, Lord Danzo?"
"Let's see if I dare kill you."
What the hell was this? Danzo still dared threaten him?
Back when he lacked the strength, he had endured it.
But now that his strength was right here for all to see, was he still supposed to swallow this kind of humiliation?
What a joke.
His arrangements in Konoha were nearly complete. There was even less chance he would keep indulging Danzo.
"You..."
Danzo was so furious he could not speak, yet he did not dare respond at all.
Because he could tell—Uchiha Yan really dared to act.
He would not gamble with his own life.
Although his right arm had somehow been replaced with a Wood Release arm, with several Sharingan embedded in it, allowing him to barely revive a few times.
But so what?
Danzo regretted it so badly his guts had