Chuo Ward, Imperial Pole Society headquarters.
Here, there weren't many staff on a regular basis; including security, there were only about seven or eight people. But now, the third-floor meeting room was packed. The higher-ups sat around the conference table, and some core members who were not high-ranking officials stood behind them.
Everyone was panicking, arguing heatedly.
"Mitsuo Mutou isn't even a member of our Imperial Pole Society, how could he possibly have any evidence?"
"Yes, I think he's just spouting nonsense!"
"Could someone be secretly contacting Mitsuo Mutou without everyone knowing?" Sato Yuudou remarked.
The meeting room went quiet for a moment.
Even Ishihara Taichiro thought it was a possibility.
They naturally had these doubts as well.
"Chairman, I'm going to the restroom." After lighting a cigarette, Sato Yuudou glanced at his watch, figured it was about time, and slipped away after making his excuse.
