Among Lin Ze's group, although Tsunade had reined in her presence, her powerful aura as one of the Sannin remained.
Fox was a veteran jōnin, and Night Owl and Gray Wolf were special jōnin. Even without deliberately displaying anything, Lin Ze himself could not hide the lean, formidable bearing his taijutsu training had given him.
Under normal circumstances, any ninja with a little experience would have fled long ago upon sensing a lineup like this.
Something fishy must be going on. Either they're complete idiots, or... they have something to rely on?
Lin Ze stayed on his guard, but repeated sensory sweeps confirmed that there really was only a rabble up ahead.
As the distance closed, he could even faintly hear their conversation.
"Boss, looks like someone's coming!" a slightly panicked voice said.
"What are you panicking for?" a gruff voice snapped. "Did you get a good look? How many? Any forehead protectors?"
"I... I couldn't see clearly. Looks like four or five people. Didn't see any forehead protectors..."
"No forehead protectors? Hmph, probably merchants or wandering craftsmen! Easy pickings have come to us! Look alive, all of you!"
The gruff voice immediately grew excited.
Hearing this, Lin Ze and the others exchanged glances, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
So they had decided the group was "easy pickings" without even getting a clear look at whether they wore forehead protectors?
These people are far too amateurish at their job...
Lin Ze was speechless. Apparently, they had nothing to rely on. They were simply stupid and blind.
Tsunade had clearly heard the exchange too, and the impatience on her face deepened. She really had no interest in petty roadside bandits like these and spoke directly to Lin Ze:
"Lin Ze, go take care of them. Make it quick. Don't waste