Bang!
Back at the camp, the Third Raikage smashed every table, chair, and stool in his tent to pieces.
"Those three damned thieves, what the hell were they playing at?
Were they messing with me?"
During this attempt to ransom Fourth Raikage A, neither side had said a single word before the three men picked up his son and ran.
They ran so fast that he couldn't even catch them.
Beside him, Dodai shook his head.
Lord Raikage still hadn't realized that, with him there, who would dare put down the hostage and make a trade?
If they hadn't run at the sight of the Third Raikage, that would have meant they were plotting something.
Only after the Third Raikage finished venting did Dodai speak.
"Lord Raikage, look at it another way. Since the thieves are afraid of you, that means they aren't plotting anything. They just want money.
As long as we pay the ransom, we'll most likely get Young Master A back."
The Third Raikage let out a heavy breath and calmed down.
"I know, but I'm still angry."
Just as Dodai was comforting the Raikage while discussing how to deliver the next ransom payment with him,
a subordinate brought in a letter.
As he opened and read it, the Third Raikage's expression grew worse and worse, veins gradually bulging.
The letter read:
Lord Raikage, since you frightened us last time,
the ransom must increase;
consider it compensation for our emotional distress;
thirty percent more cash, one more secret technique, and one more living Kekkei Genkai Shinobi;
no bargaining, or we'll beat your son to death;
in two days, send someone with the ransom to the previous island first, and we'll contact you again.
After reading it, the Third Raikage's freshly subdued anger surged up again, and he