At this very moment, an astonishing scene was unfolding in the chief's room.
The chief was currently in a predicament. His hands were tightly bound behind his back, leaving him completely unable to move freely. Forced to remain kneeling, he looked utterly miserable.
Even more difficult to bear was the fact that the chief's body was covered in dense red marks, which had clearly been caused by some form of violence.
What was more, there were obvious whip marks across his body, crisscrossing in a horrifying sight.
Although the scene was unbearable to look at, it somehow carried a faintly suggestive atmosphere.
Perhaps it was the chief's bound posture, or perhaps it was the visual impact of his injuries. While evoking pain, it also inevitably gave rise to other associations.
However, Jiraiya had tightly gagged the chief's mouth with a strip of cloth as well, leaving him unable to speak normally. He could only make muffled whimpering noises, as though groaning in pain or desperately trying to convey something.
At that moment, Jiraiya's words reached the chief's ears.
"Quite the tough guy. You still won't talk?"
"I've already seen through all of your identities. Why throw your life away for them?"
As Jiraiya spoke, he casually lashed the chief with his whip again.
With his mouth gagged, the chief could only make muffled whimpering sounds and could not utter a single word. His expression was both sorrowful and aggrieved.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya muttered quietly to himself.
"Uchiha Yato is still too young. What's the point of going after those squad leaders?"
"Wouldn't controlling their boss directly get us whatever intelligence we wanted?"
As soon as he finished muttering, Jiraiya struck the chief with another lash.
Perhaps Jiraiya had grown tired of hitting him, or perhaps some sympathy had welled up in