"Did you hear about what happened with the Uchiha last night?" An old man with a face full of wrinkles sat in the corner of a tavern and asked in a mysteriously lowered voice.
"The Uchiha? What happened to the Uchiha this time?" The people beside him were immediately intrigued and crowded closer.
"Hehe, I snuck over to take a look last night. Guess what happened?" The old man narrowed his eyes and deliberately kept them in suspense.
"Spit it out already! Stop leaving us hanging!" someone urged impatiently.
"I'm a little thirsty." The old man spoke slowly, his gaze drifting toward the wine cups on the table.
"Oh, you should've said so earlier! Boss, bring him a drink!" The people beside him immediately called out to the tavern owner.
After the wine was served, the old man took a satisfied sip before continuing, "Let me tell you, last night, the moment the Uchiha Hardliners returned to the Uchiha Clan Territory, they started shouting that the Uchiha clan head had sold out the interests of the Police Force and the Uchiha. They said they were going to settle scores with the clan head. They were so loud that everyone living around us was woken up."
"At the time, every Uchiha clansman went over. Even some of their usual security measures were gone. I couldn't resist my curiosity, so naturally I followed them to take a look. And then, guess what happened?" Having reached this point, the old man deliberately paused again.
"What happened? Hurry up and tell us!" The crowd was utterly absorbed and urged him on impatiently.
"The Uchiha Hardliners and the Uchiha Moderates split!" The old man slapped the table, his voice rising several octaves. "That Uchiha genius, Uchiha Chuan, stepped forward without another word and said, 'I