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Chapter 283 - It’s Not Your First Time!

Aoba's explanation entered the ears of everyone present. They were immediately skeptical, and a strong sense of joy surged in the depths of their hearts.

Met the cat-faced demon in the Konohagakure Intelligence Division. This was a very unfortunate matter. But the luck that they encountered in this kind of unfortunate event. That was the first time they had come here!

You have to know...

The first time was incomparably precious. As long as it was used. There would be no more in the future!

Now that they were all in their first time, the fear in everyone's hearts slowly eased because of Aoba's words.

There was a chance!

Even the other vaguely realized that since the Country of Water merchants had another chance.

Then they would also have it!

Such thoughts immediately filled their hearts, making them feel extremely comfortable.

After all, before they came here, they had already heard of the legend about the cat-faced demon. Everyone knew that cat-faced demon's first time was still very gentle, but after the second time, it was incomparably wild.

After the Country of Water merchant heard Aoba's words, they still felt very strange, as if the other party was joking.

He didn't even interrogate them?

Let them go directly?

If they didn't know that they didn't do anything, they might have thought that their people had bribed this torture ninja.

Or...

Those who didn't know would think that this person was a spy arranged by Kirigakure here.

However, none of them dared to ask now. This kind of question couldn't be asked. If they asked another question, they might not let them leave here.

They could leave now. Then they would seize the opportunity.

The Water Country merchant leader stared at Aoba, who was wearing a cat face mask. His gaze stayed on Aoba for more than ten seconds, and he still felt that it was somewhat inconceivable.

"You can go now."

Aoba's indifferent voice sounded again. It was already somewhat urging.

Just after he said this, a hint of impatience appeared in his dark eyes through his cat-faced mask.

"If you don't get lost, don't blame me for being impolite."

Aoba's voice instantly became much more serious, and his eyes were filled with displeasure, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

"We will get lost now!"

The merchant leader did not dare to stay any longer. He immediately walked out of the compartment.

As the leader left, the other merchants followed him and under the envious gazes of the other trial prisoners.

When these Country of Water merchants walked to the compartment door, they couldn't help but stop.

The surroundings were dark.

They were in the dark corridor.

They were all driven out by the cat-faced demon. This was a good thing for them, but they didn't know how to go out.

Not only that.

When they stood in the corridor, they could faintly hear some extremely subtle torturing sounds.

It was like a whip was whipping somewhere. It was just that these voices were not very clear and were easily diluted, causing people to ignore them.

For a moment.

The faces of these Country of Water merchants were all filled with bewilderment.

Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes were full of doubts.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

"It's dark here. I can't even see my fingers when I stretch out my hand. I can't even see the path clearly. How can we go?"

"Is the cat-faced demon said really true! Is he going to let us go?"

"That's right! He didn't even send us out for a bit! We can understand that he doesn't have time. At least arrange for someone to send us out!"

"This cat-faced demon is too hasty in his actions!"

"There's no end to it!"

"..."

After these Country of Water merchants walked out of the compartment, they began to discuss among themselves.

They were all ridiculing Aoba, and there was a different degree of dissatisfaction on their faces. They seemed to not agree with Aoba's actions just now.

"Shut up!"

The leader shouted. After he shouted, he immediately looked back at the compartment's door.

Now they were standing at the compartment's door and didn't even move a little bit.

There was no sound in the compartment at all.

But...

This made the leader feel a strong sense of fear.

He did not know whether it was because the compartment had good soundproofing or because there was no sound coming from the inside.

He suddenly felt that there was something wrong.

"He just let us go. It is not appropriate for you to talk about them like this here!" The leader said. His gaze swept across every merchant in the surroundings. The meaning reflected in his expression was very clear and obvious.

"Boss, he left us here. Where should we go?"

"I seriously suspect that this is his trick."

"I feel the same!"

"There is a problem!"

"Does he not want to let us go at all?"

"It's such a dark place, we can't even see the road, and we don't even know how to get out."

"..."

After hearing their leader's warning, the merchants still continued to complain. Everyone seemed to be wronged.

"All of you shut up!"

The leader's heart was about to spit out in anger. After he said this, he once again looked at the compartment's door.

There was no movement.

Good... good...

Only then did the leader slowly heave a sigh of relief. Then, he shifted their gazes back to the merchants who had followed him.

"Will you die if you don't speak?"

The leader rolled his eyes at them. He could clearly see the dissatisfaction in these people's eyes, which made him even more unhappy.

After going back this time. He had to change these people.

He was the leader of this merchant group, and others followed him. It was like having a big brother leading a team to do business in the sea.

There were many such leaders and also such merchant groups.

Now, this leader had already decided to go back and replace these merchants.

Too stupid!

Such stupid people could not do anything too shrewd. It was very easy for them to lose themselves.

"Listen to me..."

The leader pursed his lips. Just as he was about to say what he was going to say next, he glanced at the compartment's door again.

But when glanced, it almost scared his soul out of his body. He doesn't know when there was a person standing at the compartment door.

That person was dressed in black Anbu clothes and wore a white cat face mask. Wasn't he the cat-faced demon who was in the compartment's room just now?

It was just... this time. The leader was more willing to call him a cat-faced ghost.

He had no idea when he came out.

Silent.

There was not even the slightest sound, just like a ghost.

"Hiss..."

As the leader stopped moving, the surrounding merchants all looked in the direction of the compartment's door. Everyone immediately saw the cat-faced demon and could not help but gasp.

All of a sudden.

The corridor was quiet.

No one dared to talk again.

They all stared at the cat-faced demon in horror.

At this moment, Aoba was also in a bad mood.

Just now, he thought that it was too crowded inside. In addition, he would use some means to make use of these merchants who were in charge of delivering information to the Country of Water, so he chose to let them go.

But...

Not only won't these people leave, but they were also still piled up at the door. One by one, they started to complain. Their voice wasn't soft.

In this quiet environment. It was clearly transmitted to the compartment. It could even be clearly heard by all the torture ninjas and trial prisoners.

This made Aoba's face behind the cat-faced mask instantly turn black. Because of this, Aoba took a step out of the compartment step by step.

Such a scene was reflected in the eyes of the prisoners waiting to be interrogated.

All of a sudden, they felt a sense of schadenfreude. They had already vaguely realized that these merchants from the Country of Water outside did not seem to have such good luck anymore.

Under the gaze of these prisoners. Aoba walked out of the compartment, stood at the compartment's door, and silently looked at these merchants who were ridiculing him.

He had never seen such people!

Aoba felt that he had opened his eyes.

If it were any other prisoners, they would be grateful to him if he let them go. But it seemed that these merchants did not care about his existence at all.

They did not take the convenience that he had brought them seriously.

This made Aoba feel very unhappy.

"All of you, go in."

Aoba's tone was very low, revealing an unquestionable dignity.

The words of these Country of Water merchants just now. It made him understand the truth.

Konohagakure Intelligence Division's matter did not need to be so complicated. Doing it deliberately made others think that he was using tricks.

Then… give these Country of Water merchants a lesson!

He also wants them to bring the legend of the cat-faced demon to the Country of Water so that all the merchants who come here in the future can restrain themselves a little and don't be so reckless.

As Aoba said these, the merchants' expressions suddenly changed.

The merchant closest to Aoba directly raised his hand and pointed at Aoba, his eyebrows full of anger.

"What's wrong with you? Just now, you said that you would let us go but not give us directions. Now you want us to go back? Are you talking so casually?" The merchant said angrily. He was extremely dissatisfied with Aoba now and felt that Aoba was playing with them.

Swish!

Right at this moment, a ray of light flashed past. It attracted the gazes of the surrounding merchants in an instant.

Thud!

Then, the sound of something falling rang out and clearly entered everyone's ears.

"AHHHHHH!"

The merchant who had pointed at Aoba earlier suddenly let out a miserable shriek like a pig being slaughtered. Because of the darkness, he didn't see clearly at all. Then, he suddenly felt an intense pain on his entire wrist.

This pain directly seeped into all the nerves in his body, making him unable to relieve this feeling. Droplets of sweat as big as beans fell from his head onto the ground.

Only then did the other merchants notice one thing.

The hand that pointed at Aoba had already disappeared, and the thing that fell on the ground was the hand of the merchant he used to point at Aoba.

This...

The faces of the surrounding merchants all turned ugly.

This torture ninja actually cut off that person's hand.

None of them saw the scene of blood spraying out. The entire process happened too quickly, so fast that they did not even have time to react. Even the matter of that person's palm being cut off was something they only discovered when they heard the sound of falling and screams.

For a moment, everyone's expressions changed greatly. They finally understood why this torture ninja wearing a cat face mask was called the cat-faced demon.

He looked stuffy just now.

He didn't even speak a few words.

Now, he could actually do something that directly cut off a person's hand.

This really… made people speechless!

The way these merchants looked at Aoba changed, and all of them became silent. No one dared to speak. After all, no one wanted their hands to be cut off.

This kind of thing. It was enough just to happen once.

"AHHHHH!"

The merchant whose hand had been cut off was still wailing loudly. His voice was especially hoarse, and it sounded like his heart was being torn apart as it echoed through the corridor.

Not only the prisoners awaiting trial in Aoba's compartment could hear, but even the prisoner in the other compartment could hear it clearly.

Other than that.

At the end of Konohagakure Intelligence Division's compartment corridor. Just as the guards were about to go out, they heard a sharp scream.

"Boss, should we go over and take a look?" One of the guards asked.

"Don't worry about anything!"

The guard leader did not even look back as he walked out. This was the effect he wanted. Now there are only two or three people in the rest of the compartment.

The intensity of work had indeed increased a lot compared to normal times, but compared to the previous few days, it could be said to be much less.

As for those who were waiting for interrogation.

Those who showed slight disrespect to the guard leader, or those who were dissatisfied with the guard leader, were all sent to Aoba and asked the cat-faced demon to teach them how to behave.

Now that they could hear the screams coming from the other side, they did not need to think to know that it was the cat-faced demon who was showing his might.

After that, the guard leader led the guards and quickly left Konohagakure Intelligence Division's range.

Although they did not know who the person behind the cat-faced mask was, it did not hinder their work.

...

Aoba looked indifferently at the screaming merchant in front of him. He suddenly felt his ears hurt because of the merchant's scream.

"You are too noisy."

Aoba suddenly raised his right hand and raised his hand to slap the head of this merchant.

Snapped!

Aoba's palm collided with the head of this merchant, and a muffled sound immediately rang out.

This muffled sound was not loud.

But, the merchant suddenly became quiet, and the entire environment became quiet.

After not hearing the screams of this merchant, the other merchants were shocked.

There was no sound in the surroundings. Even the sounds of beating that were faintly heard earlier were gone.

"Go in."

Aoba stared coldly at the other merchants.

Now he had thought it through that he wouldn't give them any face to see. They had no idea what a gift was.

As soon as Aoba said this.

The merchants became afraid. They were afraid that they would become the next person whose hand would be cut off, so they quickly walked back into the compartment.

Only the merchant who had his hand cut off was left.

The intense pain made him almost unable to open his eyes. Everything in his line of sight could not be seen clearly.

But...

He clearly felt it. There was a little problem with his body. He roared hysterically, but no sound came out.

He seemed to have lost his voice which made him feel even more terrified.

He lowered his head and widened his eyes. He wanted to see his hand that had fallen in the dark corridor.

But it was at this time.

He felt that his collar was pulled by a strong force, and then his whole body seemed to have no weight and was directly pulled out in an exaggerated way.

"Don't think about this hand."

Aoba said indifferently. His cold voice clearly echoed in the compartment so that every trial prisoner here could hear it.

Swish!

Aoba raised his hand and threw him back into the compartment like he was throwing a trash.

This scene completely stimulated the nerves of everyone in the compartment.

"I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it!"

Aoba's voice slowly rang out. His tone had already changed. If there had been no emotional fluctuations before, then now there was intense killing intent.

Along with the voice, there was also the aura that Aoba transmitted.

This kind of strong aura. It caused the temperature in the compartment to drop by a lot.

"Now..."

Aoba deliberately dragged out his voice. His cold eyes looked through the peephole of the mask and looked at the bodies of these Country of Water merchants. When Aoba looked at everyone, they looked away and did not dare to meet Aoba's gaze.

"It's not your first time!"

As Aoba said these, the merchants' expressions changed greatly. Even if they didn't know who the cat-faced demon was. However, they had been taught a lot during the process of coming here.

The cat-faced demon was very tolerant of the first-time prisoners.

But the second time...

It was like hell had descended upon the mortal world!

Not only did the expressions of these merchants change, but the expressions of the other prisoners who were tied up here also changed slightly.

This was the second time?!

Just like this, as soon as they entered and exited...

The first time was gone?!

This...

Could it be calculated like this?

The on-site trial prisoners suddenly felt a headache.

After all, these merchants had just entered and left as soon as they came in. The time was so short, but everything had changed.

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