"Human flesh? These meatballs are made of human flesh!"
The man blanched in horror, hastily flung away the meatball in his hand, and dropped to the floor, dry-heaving.
The other Black Emperor Society executives feasting on monster sashimi at the table also stopped their chopsticks and exchanged looks, their expressions somewhat peculiar.
The meatball landed with a plop and rolled to Chairman Hyodo's feet.
"It's only human flesh. What's all the fuss about? It's not as though you're being asked to eat human flesh directly."
Chairman Hyodo chuckled indifferently and gave a look. The bodyguard in a black suit beside him picked up the meatball and placed it on the porcelain platter in the center of the table.
"And even when it comes to eating people, which of us important men hasn't eaten someone? Yukikawa, as far as I know, just three days ago you drove the president of a small factory to jump off a building."
The chef promptly turned the little octopus monster's newly grown tentacles into sashimi and served it to Chairman Hyodo.
Picking up a piece of pale monster sashimi, Chairman Hyodo gave a terrifying smile.
"It's just that times have changed. Even when we eat people, we have to be gentle and refined, elegant and gracious. We even have to wipe our mouths clean, so those lowlifes can't see the blood and shreds of flesh between our teeth. Honestly, isn't that far too boring?"
Chairman Hyodo put the monster sashimi straight into his mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, and smiled in satisfaction.
"But human flesh is rank and foul. It tastes terrible. If it were made directly into a dish, some of you might not be able to stomach it. Yet weren't you all thoroughly enjoying the monster sashimi just now? Monsters eat