Although the person is a bit of a trash, there's nothing wrong with what he's saying.
Mizuki took a sip of the brewed coffee, closed her eyes to enjoy it, then looked at the head of the marketing department and said lightly
"I'll give you two choices."
A nearby agent walked up to the head with a wooden tray, on which were two swords, one long and one short, covered with a white cloth.
"Confess and commit seppuku, or..."
Huang Ban Meizhi didn't finish the sentence, but the head knew what it meant.
End it all now by taking the blame for everything, or have his entire family thrown into cement barrels and sunk in Night City's harbor.
The head of the marketing department shakily raised his head, looking at the two swords placed in front of him, his lips already bitten bloody by himself.
Although he wasn't Japanese, he was very clear on what this meant, being in a Japanese corporation.
