Seeing his subordinates sprawled haphazardly across the entrance, Danzo wore a grim expression.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his body flew uncontrollably toward Eiji, and his collar was grabbed in a death grip!
"You naturally evil Ryūzaki brat, what are you trying to do to this old man?!"
"Shimura Danzō, I have to say you actually thought things through quite thoroughly this time, but I never expected you could use something like the Four Violet Flames Formation as a bargaining chip. You really have no shame left at all."
"Let go of this old man, I am innocent! Are you planning to frame me?"
Danzo stiffened his neck and argued sophistically.
"Do you think you can escape responsibility? I might as well spell it out for you-you have no chance of a comeback now, and this is merely buying you a few more days of breath."
Hearing Eiji put it that way, Danzo grew increasingly gloomy.
"Plotting how to destroy the Raikage's brain, aren't you? What a pity, I won't give you a chance this time. If any of your people dare to come within half a step of the Raikage's corpse, I guarantee they will be reduced to scraps in an instant. You have at most a month left to live now, but I won't let you spend that month so easily."
"Are you planning to resort to lynch law?!"
Eiji ignored Danzo's shouting and punched him directly in the abdomen.
Danzo's eyeballs instantly bulged, and his body flew backward like a doubled-over shrimp. His back smashed through screens one after another, and finally, he slammed into the wall, wedged in so tightly he could not be pulled out.
One week later, the Shimura Clan Grounds
At this moment, Shimura Danzō