"Ha ha ha, hahahaha! I was such an idiot to believe Uchiha Chuan's lies! He actually dared to deceive me!" Uchiha Tieyue's voice exploded through the empty room like thunder. His rage seemed ready to blow off the roof and soar into the heavens. His fists clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening from the force, while the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes glimmered faintly with scarlet light under the stimulation of his fury, as though it could unleash even greater power at any moment.
"Why wouldn't he dare deceive you? What did he deceive you about?" Utatane Koharu raised her brow slightly, a trace of curiosity in her tone, as if they were merely chatting about some trivial matter. Her gaze was calm, yet carried a faintly unfathomable depth.
"He said he wouldn't sell out the Police Force's authority!" Uchiha Tieyue's voice was low and hoarse, every word forced through clenched teeth, filled with suppressed fury. His chest heaved violently like that of an enraged beast ready to pounce on its prey.
"He wasn't wrong." Mitokado Homura interjected mildly, his calm tone carrying an unsettling chill. "They only sold six divisions. There are still four divisions left unsold, so they certainly haven't completely sold out the Police Force's authority."
"The other four divisions belong to us Uchiha Hardliners! Without our consent, even if he wanted to sell them, he couldn't!" Uchiha Tieyue's rage flared again, his voice sweeping through the room like a violent gale. His gaze was sharp as a blade, as though he wanted to cut down the two people before him as well.
"Looks like we guessed correctly." Mitokado Homura let out a soft sigh, his tone holding a hint of helplessness and faint satisfaction. "He truly intends to completely isolate you Hardliners who have offended him from