"Working for Ghouls? What kind of joke is that?!"
Mado Kureo was visibly agitated, while Amon beside him looked equally grim.
This man might be strong, but he couldn't humiliate them like this!
"If you survive, you'll understand what I mean sooner or later. Isn't that right, Chairman Washu?"
Xu Yue spoke with a smile, then turned to look at the stern old man in a kimono, his hands tucked into his sleeves.
"Though I'd heard before that Director Xu had come to Japan on official business, I didn't expect us to meet under these circumstances."
Washu Tsuneyoshi looked at Xu Yue calmly, neither servile nor overbearing.
Japan might have been a vassal state of the USA, and Xu Yue might have been a high-ranking director, but his responsibilities concerned domestic affairs. Theoretically, on Japanese soil, he could only exert indirect influence through the USA.
For example, by arranging for Blue and the others to come over. His direct influence was not particularly strong; he could only be considered a distinguished guest.
Washu Tsuneyoshi did not know how Xu Yue had learned of his secret, but it was hardly surprising. After all, this was one of the world's foremost intelligence agencies.
The fact that the other party had come alone rather than contacting him directly to threaten him showed that they had their own plans.
Once one reached this level of status, whether someone was a Ghoul or not made no difference in their eyes. It was merely an excuse, a point of leverage. If greater benefits could be obtained, naturally there would be no reason to expose anything.
Just like how Xu Yue's RC Cell concentration had already exceeded the limit, yet he was not remotely worried about being treated as a Ghoul.
At the very least, in Washu