With Vice Chairman Hosoda taking the lead, the other Black Emperor Society executives also turned into award-winning actors, bursting into tears in an instant as they righteously condemned Chairman Hyodo for treating human lives like dirt.
"You... how dare you..."
Chairman Hyodo's expression changed violently. He grabbed his cane and swung it at Vice Chairman Hosoda's head.
The vice chairman, who had always meekly accepted his treatment, snatched the cane away, his face a picture of righteousness.
"Even now, you still want to threaten us with violence and power? I've made up my mind. I can no longer wallow in corruption with you, Hyodo!"
"That's right. Neither can I."
The Black Emperor Society's big shots scrambled to distance themselves from Chairman Hyodo.
"Bullshit! You scum were all watching with delight just a moment ago!" Chairman Hyodo laughed in fury, pointing a trembling finger at them as he berated them one by one.
"And those human horse races and medieval torture shows before this-weren't those all your vile ideas, Hosoda? How do you have the nerve to claim they have nothing to do with you now?"
"I deeply regret what I did! I should never have yielded to your tyranny and acted against my conscience, Hyodo!" Vice Chairman Hosoda squeezed large tears out of his fat face, his expression full of sincere remorse.
"To atone, I'll turn myself in to the Metropolitan Police Department! I'll also donate all my assets to establish a charitable foundation for the victims' families and everyone in need of help."
"What pretty words. You just saw things going wrong and thought you could sweet-talk..." Chairman Hyodo rebuked him.
Crash!
With a deafening crash, an iron-gray arm slammed into the bulletproof glass, and the supposedly impregnable glass shattered on impact.
"Enough. I don't have time to watch