"...2"
As she said this, Touka Kirishima did not even notice how much weaker her tone had become. The curse called poverty weighed heavily on her heart, leaving her unable to breathe.
"Fair enough. Put that way, you really would have trouble understanding."
Luo Shu rested his chin on his clasped hands and smiled at Yoshimura.
"You Ghouls should have your own intelligence network, right?"
"In that case, you should also know about the attack on the funeral home in Beika Town."
"The funeral-industry monopoly behind that funeral home provided us with 2, hoping we would resolve the threat posed by Ghouls."
"Does that make things clear?"
Touka Kirishima was stunned when she heard this. "So, the assessment method you mentioned is 2 in 'protection money'?"
As she said this, Touka Kirishima hurriedly glanced at the identification Luo Shu had placed on the counter. She now seriously suspected it was fake.
What kind of Metropolitan Police Department officer came to demand protection money from Ghouls-and 2 in protection money, at that?
God, she had never seen that much money in her entire life!
Yet faced with Touka Kirishima's stunned question, Luo Shu merely wagged a finger.
"It's not protection money. It's compensation for the funeral businesses."
"In addition, all the bodies recently stolen from the Beika Town funeral home and throughout Tokyo must be returned, without affecting ordinary citizens. Of course, I'm not a bad person, after all. I won't insist that you return the original bodies."
"What the hell..." Touka Kirishima was dumbfounded.
Leaving the compensation aside, returning the bodies? That was simply absurd!
For man-eating Ghouls, the stolen bodies had obviously already been digested. Making them return the bodies could only mean robbing Peter to pay Paul, yet the superintendent before them had also said they could not