"What's wrong with express delivery? When we collect money to do things, punctuality is what matters!"
Without looking back, Ye Tou kicked Obito in while he was still cursing.
"Hurry up, the customer will be impatient and your performance will be deducted!"
Obito's curses were still lingering on his lips, and Mangekyo in his right eye had turned into an afterimage.
The space Uzumaki expanded, and the snow on the ground was instantly swept away by the cold wind.
Matsumoto Seeing the King of Hell pushing for progress, how could he care about anything else.
Rolling and crawling, he plunged into Uzumaki, fearing that he would be left alone in the ruins of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
The wind and snow fell again, leaving only a clean sheet of ice beside the ruins.
At this moment, Land of Snow Royal City, Daimyō Mansion are in the side hall.
The cold air penetrated along the floor tiles and penetrated into the bones. The thick cotton socks could not block the lifeless chill.
There were only a few pieces of dark red dead charcoal left in the charcoal basin in the corner, and the last sparks went out with a bang, not even half a smoke rising.
Kazahana Sōsetsu sat at the table, staring at the yellowed Geothermal Generator drawing, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
The drawing is covered with red lines, the corners are fluffy, and the dense traces of alteration almost scratch the paper.
Sōsetsu looked at it for a long time, his fingers were stiff with cold, and suddenly a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.
"This is probably the most labor-intensive drawing in Shinobi World."
He rubbed his frozen eyebrows.
In order to create this broken iron lump, he spent three years filling it in, and even smashed most of National Treasury to the bottom.
But as long as this thing is completed, the villages and towns outside the city where hundreds of people freeze to death every day can really survive.
The ministers under him never settle accounts like this.
At the court meeting three days ago, the Minister of Taxation threw the wat board in front of the court. The old man screamed and cursed for half an hour, spitting all over the memorial.
Just because Sōsetsu stopped the high-level special supply of Arctic snow clams and diverted the money to the project, these people feel that the country's foundation has been shaken!
It is a cycle of heaven for civilians to freeze to death. If they eat less than two bites of snow clams, Land of Snow will destroy the country!
Sōsetsu looked down at the drawings, and the fire that had been holding in his chest for half a month had long since turned into exhaustion.
It's not like he hasn't struggled in the past half month.
He secretly tried three times to tear a hole in the big net.
For the first time, he sent his confidants to contact the city defense camp.
The next day, the confidant's head was hung upright on the pillar outside the side hall, and replaced with Dotō's head overnight.
Once again, he used secret guards to send the message to North Harbor.
As a result, on the morning of the third day, the secret guard was cut into pieces of similar sizes, including his own knife, and they were neatly stacked on the snow in front of the hall.
It was cut very evenly, as if it were on a plate.
The attendant who opened the door that day was so frightened that he went crazy and is still talking nonsense in the hospital.
The third time, no need to try.
Dotō not only promised this group of people double their salaries, but also gave them ample privileges.
Now in this Daimyō Mansion, not to mention the deployment of troops, even the little maid who serves tea every day has been bribed.
When I put down my tea cup yesterday, Byakugan almost fell over onto the rafter.
Sōsetsu twitched his lips in self-mockery.
He became completely deaf and blind.
This magnificent Daimyō Mansion has long been turned into a huge tomb by his good brother Dotō.
Just wait for the auspicious moment to come and fill the soil for him as a matter of course.
He stood up holding the edge of the table, his stiff legs relaxed for a moment, and walked into the inner room of the side hall.
Behind the grain cabinet in the corner, the entrance to a half-man-high secret passage for transporting grain was quietly pushed open a crack, and cold wind poured straight up from the ground.
The young Kazahana Koyuki stood in front of the entrance, with frighteningly red eyes, clutching his father's cuffs and refusing to let go.
Sōsetsu squatted down, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and tried his best to smile.
"Koyuki, let's play hide-and-seek, okay? It's my father's turn to come find you today."
He stuffed a royal token into his daughter's arms, opened her little hands little by little, and explained every word with utmost seriousness.
"You keep walking forward from here. No matter what noise you hear behind you, you are absolutely not allowed to look back, let alone stop."
Koyuki seemed to understand something, tears were streaming down his face, and he rushed up to hug his neck and trembled.
"Then when will father come to me?"
Sōsetsu bit the tip of his tongue hard and pushed her into the dark secret passage.
"We'll go after father has finished handling his official duties. You have to hide better!"
Without giving his daughter a chance to speak again, he pressed the button hard, and the heavy iron door slowly closed, completely blocking the suppressed cries behind the wall.
Sōsetsu stared at the iron gate for ten breaths, exhaled a long breath, turned around and walked back to the main hall.
He had calculated that according to the fastest shipping schedule, even if the Konoha group of people accepted the order, it would take at least seven days to arrive at North Harbor.
He must put his life on the table and forcefully drag Dotō here for seven days.
He stood in front of the bronze mirror, neatly arranging the messy court clothes and smoothing out every wrinkle on the cuffs.
Then he picked up the extremely thin short blade from the table, held it tightly in his backhand, and hid the blade close to his wrist under his wide sleeves.
Sōsetsu sat back firmly on the cold throne, his back straight.
He can die, but in this hall, the rebels must not be left alive to abdicate Daimyō!
This is the last counterattack he left to Dotō, and it is also the last bit of dignity of the Fenghua royal family.
The side hall was completely quiet, with only the sound of wind and snow hitting the windows.
There was a loud bang that shattered the eardrums, and the stainless steel explosion-proof door weighing several tons let out a piercing scream!
The door shaft collapsed on the spot, and large pieces of bluestone wall tiles flew everywhere. The entire door panel was blown away for more than ten meters, and it hit Sōsetsu's feet with a thud, and the floor tiles completely cracked!
The throne shook violently, and the knuckles of Sōsetsu's fingers holding the knife turned white instantly.
Amidst the smoke and strong wind, the heavy metal boots shattered the floor tiles.
Kazahana Dōtō is wearing the largest Chakra Armor. The blue center on the breastplate is blinding. Behind him are two rows of fully armed Snow Ninja elites.
Dotō held his helmet between his arms and looked down at his eldest brother on the throne. He raised his head and burst into unabashed laughter.
The laughter echoed back and forth in the empty hall, reaching the peak of arrogance.
"My good big brother, are you still waiting for someone to rescue you?"
Dotō stepped on the cracked door panel with contempt in his eyes.
"We can't wait for the right time. I'll take you on your way now."
"Don't dream about it yourself. Those Konoha patients with the patient number Genin, I'm afraid they can't even touch the dock of North Harbor!"
Sōsetsu His eyes shrank, he held the short blade tightly in his sleeve, and the blood on his face faded completely.
At the same time.
Thirty miles east of the Daimyō Mansion, an abandoned mine.
A huge black Uzumaki ripped open in the high-altitude space out of thin air.
Obito stumbled out and landed face first on the ground, taking a big mouthful of slush mixed with ice particles.
Matsumoto followed closely behind, rolled over twice on his shoulders, and hit a frozen ore pillar with a bang, so much that the snow on top washed away his head.
Ye was the last one to step out of Uzumaki, walking as steadily as an old dog, and patted the non-existent dust on his cloak.
He didn't even stop after landing. His ears moved slightly, sensing the wind and snow that penetrated thirty miles away.
"Hey, someone jumped away."
Ye pulled up the corner of his mouth, put his hands leisurely into his pockets, turned his head and raised his chin at Kushina, who had not even a hair out of place.
"Big Sis, our express delivery needs to be rushed, the customer is about to be killed."
Kushina A dangerous golden color suddenly flashed through Chakra's eyes, his fingers cracked loudly, and a cruel smile showed on his face that he was eager to try.
Obito climbed up from the snow and vomited several mouthfuls of slush, trembling with anger.
He stared at Ye's calm back, the Mangekyo in his eyes spinning crazily.
"Why don't you drag me up from the ground first and then show off like this!"