Could they really hand over the position they had dreamed of to him? Of course not.
Muzan watched the other man sneer and vaguely guessed something. He was the same type as Mukawa Hui, only somewhat less severe.
"You're obviously trying to swindle our family out of its money!"
Inada Jiro immediately rejected Muzan's proposal, his face vicious as he warned:
"Our family isn't a place for swindlers like you. Someone, throw them out!"
Yet after Inada Jiro finished speaking, no one came in. Instead, Zabuza stared at him with disdain. Remembering that Muzan was beside him, he restrained his temper and said:
"How should we deal with an idiot like this?"
He made a throat-slitting gesture. He had killed plenty of people already; one more Inada Jiro made no difference.
"No. Keep him alive. Take everything valuable from his family."
Muzan's eyes held pity. Though he would not kill him, Inada Jiro's fate would be far more miserable than death.
The reason nobles inspired fear in commoners lay in ingrained perceptions, as well as the samurai who protected those nobles.
Now that the people behind him had been dealt with, all that remained was those ingrained perceptions. Today, everything could be overturned!
The Inada Family had been doing business with the Land of Waves lately. Since the other side had no distinctive local goods to offer, they had resorted to a crooked scheme.
What Muzan's Land of Waves lacked most was precisely what they possessed.
People!
They had begun trafficking people. To them, the lives of lowly commoners were worthless, but once this matter was exposed, it would cause tremendous chaos.
It might even create a situation where everyone kicked them while they were down. This was also the first step of Muzan's plan: an attempt to touch the