Do All You Uchiha Drink Tea This Wildly?

The night wind cut across his cheeks like blades, yet it could not extinguish the anxiety in Fugaku's heart.

His left hand clamped tightly around his sword as he sprinted at full speed.

"Ye, hold on! I'll be there soon!"

Fugaku's mind raced.

Since Sakumo was following Ye, the destination was undoubtedly Zetsu—the Ye Family's little courtyard!

The White Fang of the Leaf was indeed absurdly strong, but Zetsu would never dare draw his blade directly in the Uchiha's core territory.

After all, once blood was spilled, it would mean an all-out Battle.

When that happened, the entire clan's elite would pour out, and the Hokage faction definitely would not want to see that.

Thinking of this, Fugaku felt slightly calmer.

But then another thought struck him. What if Sakumo did not play it hard and instead took the underhanded route?

For example, he could pull out a conscription order of Zetsu-level secrecy signed by that old man, the Third Hokage, and forcibly enlist Ye into the Hokage's direct ANBU!

If it truly came to that, Ye would be legally taken away, and Fugaku would not even have a reason to flip the table and turn hostile!

"Why hasn't that brainless idiot Nohibi brought the men over yet?!"

Fugaku ground his back teeth until they creaked.

As long as the Security Force's elites arrived, even if it killed him, Zetsu could not let the leadership take Ye away.

This was the Uchiha's fortune for the next fifty years!

After turning past the final alley, the Ye Family's little courtyard appeared at the end of his vision.

Fugaku came to a sudden stop and did not rashly barge in.

Instead, he clenched his teeth and forcibly suppressed the Chakra fluctuations within him.

Taking a deep breath, Fugaku straightened his windblown collar.