Bounty House Intelligence Shocks the Land of Fire Daimyo!

Before setting out, Yan had told him that when he got to places like this, it was best to act arrogant and overbearing.

The more arrogant he acted, the more the other side would trust him.

That made things rather difficult for him.

But for the mission Yan had given him, Feng gritted his teeth and put on an act, changing himself.

The mission his captain had assigned him absolutely could not fail.

"My lord, I'm just an employee. Please don't make things difficult for me."

The staff member whose neck had been seized was on the verge of tears. Standing on tiptoe, terrified that he would stop breathing, he said, "I'll go get the supervisor right away. Please, my lord, let's talk inside."

"At least you're smart."

Disdainfully tossing the man to the floor, Feng swaggered into one of the private rooms inside the Bounty House and waited for the supervisor to arrive.

Before long, the supervisor in charge arrived.

The supervisor was covered in fat, so round he looked like a chicken drumstick. Narrowing his eyes with a smile, he bowed respectfully and asked cautiously, "May I ask what intelligence you wish to sell, my lord? Rest assured, our Bounty House always offers fair prices for intelligence."

"I'm afraid you won't dare buy it."

"You jest, my lord."

The supervisor had seen plenty of the world. The people in this line of work did things that defied all conscience; as long as there was money to be made, everything else was secondary.

Even if it was highly sensitive intelligence, they could simply buy it and send it straight to headquarters for resale.

Even if the five great ninja villages flew into a rage, they would not go so far as to destroy Bounty Houses all over the world.

"I hope so."

After putting on enough airs, Feng took out several separate pieces of intelligence and placed them on the table.

The supervisor hurriedly picked up one scroll and opened it to read.

Intelligence was unlike bounty missions. Its value had to be assessed personally before a price could be set.

"Hisss..."

The moment he opened the scroll and read only a few lines, the smile vanished from the supervisor's chubby face. He sucked in a sharp breath, and a gleam burst from his tiny, nearly closed eyes.

He knew this was a major deal.

And the contents of the scroll were astonishing enough.

Once released, they would undoubtedly shake the entire ninja world.

The Bounty House did not care about Feng's origins, identity, or how he had obtained the intelligence. They only cared about buying intelligence. As long as it was not entirely fabricated, it was worth acquiring.

As for anything else, what mattered more than money?

Whether Konoha would be angered after the intelligence was sold had nothing to do with them.

After resting for a few days, Uchiha Feng returned to the village without incident.

"Captain, the rumors outside... they aren't true, are they?"

Feng had barely returned to Konoha and had not even caught his breath when he heard people in the village discussing how Yan had come down with a severe bloodline illness. Startled, he immediately rushed to Yan's home.

"What do you think?"

Yan gave him a look that told him to think for himself, then took the scroll and examined it. "What's this?"

"Money."

"How much?"

"I forgot. Probably tens of millions or so."

Naturally, the intelligence Yan had provided could not all be true. Truth and lies mixed together—as long as it could fool people, there was no need to be so particular.

Besides, selling the intelligence was mainly meant to trap people and divert the higher-ups' attention.

Yan had never intended to make money by selling intelligence. If this was discovered, the trouble would be immense.

The trap had already been laid. Now it depended on whether the Bounty House could deliver.

These people who would dare make any deal for money might truly give the Third Hokage and Danzo a huge surprise.

At the daimyo's residence, the daimyo—thin as a bamboo pole and with nothing to do all day but enjoy life—lay in a reclining chair, comfortably enjoying the service of his maids while watching the graceful dance of the beautiful performers below.

The wonderful life ordinary people dreamed of was, to the daimyo, merely a bit of seasoning in his daily routine.

"Daimyo, I have an important matter to report."

At that moment, an adviser hurried in at a jog.

"Mm."

The daimyo's voice sounded languid and weak, as though someone had pulled every bone from his spine.

He yawned listlessly and waved a hand, signaling for the maids and dancers beside him to leave.

Only after everyone had gone did the daimyo lazily ask, "What is it that has you so flustered? Has another assassin infiltrated the daimyo's residence?"

"Please take a look for yourself."

The adviser wore a troubled expression as he cautiously took out an intelligence scroll and handed it to the daimyo. The daimyo gave it a sidelong glance, still looking thoroughly lazy. "Sigh, then let's have a look."

He casually shook the scroll. After several attempts, the daimyo finally managed to open it.

Less than a few seconds after the daimyo's lazy gaze fell upon the scroll, his eyes widened in an instant. His boneless body abruptly sat upright, and his languid voice shot up several pitches, turning sharp and trembling. "H-how dare he?"

"Where did this scroll come from? Did an enemy nation deliberately spread false information?"

The adviser was startled by the daimyo's reaction and hurriedly explained, "I received notice and bought the scroll from the Bounty House. They say the intelligence is highly accurate. Since they even know about Konoha's hidden department, Root, the source cannot be wrong."

"Even if someone deliberately spread this, it still means such a problem exists. Daimyo, think about it. When the Fourth Hokage was appointed, how did Shimura Danzo treat you?"

The daimyo tried hard to recall it. It had been nothing before he thought about it, but the moment he did, he was shocked.

Back then, the Third Hokage had nominated Minato Namikaze to become the Fourth Hokage, while Danzo had nominated Orochimaru. As for the daimyo himself, he had found Minato more pleasing to the eye.

After all, he was a young, handsome man with an excellent reputation and great strength. Wasn't he far more pleasant to look at than Orochimaru?

So he had also supported Minato becoming Hokage.

As a result, Danzo had glared at him on the spot. To this day, the daimyo had never forgotten Danzo's cold, murderous gaze.

That look had seemed as though Danzo wanted to kill him.

Yes, that terrifying look.

Danzo, that damned Danzo! What was he trying to do? Did he want to kill me and take my place?

The more the daimyo thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Send a letter for me. Demand an explanation from Hiruzen Sarutobi. What exactly are they trying to do?! Do they really want to support someone else and get rid of me?"

In the chaotic ninja world, filled with every kind of assassination and betrayal, it was strangely the daimyo's safety that mattered less.

Because aside from a few deranged lunatics, no one would think of assassinating a daimyo.

The five great ninja villages might fight to the death, compete endlessly, and scheme against one another, but the daimyos of the five great nations had good relationships.

The daimyos of the many smaller nations were the same.

They intermarried and were all related by blood. The daimyos were the bottom line for every nation. Anything else could be done, but assassinating a daimyo was absolutely forbidden.

Otherwise, given how weakly guarded the daimyos were, if people truly wanted to assassinate them, no one knew how many times they would have died already.