If it were Hanzō of the Salamander in his youth, hearing Li Fusheng speak with such unwarranted familiarity, he would have spat right in his face.
Show you some respect? Who do you think you are?
Yet now, his lofty ambitions had long been worn down by age and by the major nations continually using the Land of Rain as a battlefield for so many years.
Otherwise, he would not have stooped to using threats to deal with Nagato and the others, despite holding the title of demigod.
Especially given the way Li Fusheng had appeared—a method he had never witnessed before. In the Shinobi World, someone who could fly might not necessarily be the strongest, but their strength was certainly no inconsequential, run-of-the-mill level.
When Li Fusheng had narrowed his eyes and spoken just moments ago, a chill had risen inexplicably from the depths of Hanzō's heart.
It felt as though if he did not accept the man's proposal, he might not be able to leave alive today.
Hanzō was both alarmed and furious, but his grip on Konan's throat involuntarily loosened.
Sensing his hesitation, Li Fusheng spoke up once more: "Hanzō-san, rather than letting outsiders find out that the dignified Hanzō needs to resort to underhanded tactics to deal with ninjas from his own village, you might as well declare them rogue ninjas from Amegakure. Then I will take them away, and I guarantee they will never return to the Land of Rain. On top of that, you will receive a substantial sum of funds for your developme…
Chapter 120