You Must Not Insult My Clan!

Fugaku's words were exceedingly harsh, and everyone present heard them loud and clear.

Those clansmen who had been shouting moments ago now wished they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Ye looked at Fugaku's helpless face, and the abacus beads in his heart nearly flew into the sky.

This round was no loss!

He had raked in over a hundred thousand from a single event, and Fugaku had even stepped in personally to back him up.

This was a freaking blood profit beyond belief!

Fugaku's line, "There are a lot of lunatics in our clan," echoed through Naka Shrine for a full three seconds.

Since he was the clan head, the hundreds of Uchiha clansmen who had been boiling with outrage moments ago were all choked into silence.

In a corner, Obito leaned on a broken branch and let out a long breath.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that with the clan head personally stepping in to play favorites, this farce that had nearly sparked a village-wide brawl would finally be over.

However, before he had fully relaxed, Obito caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and froze on the spot.

The faint glow of the fire basin fell across Ye's face. Not only did he show no intention of stopping while he was ahead, but a sly grin appeared on his lips.

Obito's hair stood on end.

This was clearly the signature villainous smile Ye wore back at the Ninja Academy whenever he was about to screw over the entire class!

Obito's eyelids twitched wildly, and a sense of foreboding shot straight to his scalp.

Tonight's clan meeting would not only fail to end—it was about to explode even harder!

Sure enough.

Just as Fugaku thought he had stabilized the situation