"Hey, Finance Manager." After hearing what his old father had told him and seeing that devious smile on his face, Dave shuddered hard, picked up his phone, and called Kakuzu.
"Brat, what is it? Don't you know I'm busy here?" "Aah!" Kakuzu's voice came through the phone, with faint screams audible in the background.
"Huh? What's going on over there? Why do I hear someone screaming?" Dave asked in confusion. Hadn't the guy gone abroad to export a shipment of cigarettes?
"Oh, a few merchants from the Land of Wind didn't like the price I offered, so they hired some shinobi to come after me. Heh, interesting. Just a bunch of trash." Kakuzu's voice came through slowly.
"Uh... watch yourself. That Black-Faced Buckle Ghost reputation of yours in the Shinobi World isn't exactly a good one. I called to tell you something. When you get back from the Land of Wind, stop by the Daimyo's Residence in the Capital of the Land of Fire," Dave said, at a loss.
"What for? Is there business to be done there?" Several black threads shot from Kakuzu's hand and pierced straight through a shinobi charging at him as he asked in puzzlement.
"Oh, the Daimyo there wants the technology behind our computers and other products. Remember, make sure you have a 'nice, thorough talk' with him," Dave said with a smile, deliberately stressing "nice, thorough talk."
"Heh, I understand," Kakuzu said with a faint laugh, his voice ominous over the phone.
After hanging up, Kakuzu glanced at the blood and bodies strewn across the ground and sneered. Then he recalled his last confrontation with Sasuke Sarutobi. Interesting... he wondered whether the Daimyo's Residence needed a Claw Machine.
Just then, the bushes behind Kakuzu suddenly rustled. He slowly turned his head, then extended a