Upon hearing these words, the shopkeeper's Adam's apple rolled violently, and a layer of oily sweat oozed from his forehead.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed a gold brick, put it into his mouth and bit it hard.
Just bite the mark lightly and it's gone. It's pure official gold!
"Guest... Sir, don't take advantage of me for fun."
The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. The coldness on his face had long since disappeared, leaving only an uncontrollable tremor.
"The official spy is keeping a close eye on me. If I empty out the bottom of the treasury, the blame will be placed on me from above, and I will be the one who loses my head..."
"Five times."
Obito said two words lightly, directly interrupting his excuse.
The shopkeeper's knees weakened and he grabbed the counter with both hands to keep himself from collapsing.
Five times... Finding wealth and wealth in danger, this money is enough to buy your own life.
"I want all the inventory on the island, including saltpeter, sulfur, Chakra lead, and even fulminated paper, as long as it's on the Explosive Tag side."
Obito put away the folding fan and tapped the gold box lightly with his fingertips.
"By the way, I want to sign a long-term monopoly agreement with you. From now on, even a piece of leftover material will never reach the official hands of Kirigakure."
Looking at the pile of gold in front of me, which is enough to buy half of the island, the last trace of fear of the officialdom was crushed by the utter greed.
"Deal! It's a deal!"
The shopkeeper put on an almost flattering smile, turned around and roared towards the backyard at the top of his lungs.
"What the hell are you doing standing there?! Go to the cellar! Move all the boxes out for me! Quick!"
In less than one stick of incense, seven or eight carts loaded with wooden boxes lined up in the back alley.
Obito glanced at the goods with satisfaction and slapped a contract that had been prepared on the counter.
The shopkeeper didn't even look at the details of the contract. He dipped his hand in thick ink and even impatiently pressed his blood-red fingerprints.
Then he patted his chest and promised that even if Daimyō came in person, he wouldn't even think about taking away one or two goods.
Obito put away the scroll, turned around and stepped forward.
When he reached the threshold, he paused slightly, turned his head, and his one eye under the mask curved into a seemingly harmless crescent:
"By the way, let me remind you... if I find out that you secretly intercepted or leaked the news..."
The shopkeeper's eyelids jumped when he heard this, but when he looked at the dazzling gold bricks on the table, the enthusiasm in his heart that was aroused by the wealth and wealth instantly overcame his fear.
The flesh on his face was squeezed tighter, with a flattering look on his face, he nodded and bowed, and even raised his hand to make exaggerated gestures in front of his neck:
"Look what you said! I understand Black Market's rules!"
"After accepting my gold, I will be your dog watching the show for the rest of my life!"
"If you dare to intercept and leak any information secretly, you don't need to worry. The villain will wipe his neck and move his head. He deserves it!"
It wasn't until the men in black pushing the trolley completely disappeared into the thick fog that the shopkeeper's smiling face suddenly collapsed, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
His legs gave out and he fell to the ground, looking greedily and horrified at the table full of gold bricks, breathing heavily.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he had made a fortune or sold his life to Shura.
And on the other side, Land of Lightning border, Underground Black Market Money House.
Kakashi was teleported here by the Flying Thunder God array.
In a cramped and dark grotto basement, hundreds of boxes of unpolished Chakra-Conductive Metal raw ore were stacked layer by layer, so heavy that cracks were formed on the ground.
Kakashi changed into a straight and restrained dark gray robe, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, held a ledger in his hand, and checked the quality of the ores one by one with a focused expression.
Next to the load-bearing stone pillar not far away, leader Money House was leaning there.
He was a bald man with scars all over his face, Kumogakure, a rebel ninja, with Short Sword flying on his fingertips.
y's sinister eyes wandered back and forth between Kakashi's slightly thin figure and the money bag on the ground.
"This accounting gentleman is very careful in his calculations."
The leader spat with a smile on his face, revealing his yellow teeth.
"The things are good, but... you, a weak scholar, have brought so many trucks of heavy goods, how are you going to transport them out of these high mountains?"
Kakashi stopped the quill in his hand and calmly closed the ledger.
He took off his glasses, took out a velvet cloth and slowly wiped the lenses.
"The accounts are correct and I am very satisfied with the goods."
"As long as you are satisfied."
The leader's smile suddenly turned ferocious, and the wine glass in his hand hit the stone floor with a "slap".
The crisp cracking sound echoed in the silent grotto.
The secret door opened with a sound.
Twenty thugs armed with heavy-duty swords broke into the door and instantly surrounded Kakashi in Gaixin. The blades glowed with a cold light.
"Since you are satisfied, then keep the money and your life."
The leader pointed the tip of the knife at Kakashi's chest and said with a cruel smile.
"Land of Lightning's territory has not yet had its turn for you foreign businessmen to come and go freely."
"The black eats the black?"
Kakashi put his glasses back on and spoke calmly.
He gently pushed the gold frame with his fingertips.
Under the lens, a pair of deep, dark eyes showed no signs of ripples, only a murderous aura that was as condensed as an abyss spread silently.
That is the sharp edge that is truly tempered from the blood of the mountain of corpses and inherited from "White Fang of the Leaf".
"Have you really thought it through?"
The leader was swept by that extremely calm look, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and then he burst out laughing wildly.
"Why are you pretending to be serious?! I have more than 20 elites, and there will be a pile of them to death..."
"Tsk!"
Before he finished speaking, blue lightning tore through the darkness.
There is no warning, pure and extreme sword-drawing skills.
Freed from Sharingan's oppression of Chakra, Hatake Clan's knife skills fit perfectly with Lightning Release's at this moment.
The lightning wrapped around White Fang Short Sword like gangrene, and along with the shrill screams of Chidori, it tore a line in the air that was too fast for the retina to catch!
"Danglanglang!"
The sound of broken iron falling to the ground was endless.
A second later, the electric light dissipated, Kakashi was standing in front of the leader, and Short Sword was sheathed with a "click".
The twenty strong men around them still maintained their forward posture, but the swords in their hands all broke into two pieces.
The fracture is as smooth as a mirror, even glowing red from being melted by high heat.
The leader lowered his head stiffly and found that the Short Sword in his hand only had a bare handle.
Cold sweat rolled down his bald head like a waterfall.
His knees softened, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead firmly pressed against the cold stone slab:
"Sir, please spare my life! The goods are all yours! This villain is ignorant!"
Kakashi looked down at him, and quietly formed a one-hand seal with his right hand under the cover of his sleeve robe.
The subtle Chakra fingertips trembled slightly, crashing into the leader's trembling pupils like water waves.
[Magic·Psychic Binding Technique].
The moment their eyes met, the leader's pupils suddenly dilated, and his expression fell into a dull state.
"Listen well."
Kakashi's voice was low and gentle, with a slightly strange sense of bewitchment.
"The person who bought this batch of armaments was the warlord at the Land of Earth border. All the metals were shipped overnight half an hour ago and sent to the Iwagakure defense line."
The leader repeated mechanically like a puppet, "It's warlord Land of Earth... the goods have been shipped to Iwagakure..."
Kakashi casually threw a stack of cash stamped with Iwagakure Underground Money House on the leader, turned around and made a gesture.
In the shadows, several Konoha ANBU appeared quietly and began to move the ore in an orderly manner.
Having swept away the goods and completely muddied the water, this heavy black pot belongs on Ōnoki's back.