"Hey there, friend, calm down..."
Asahara Shoko forced himself to stay composed, saying, "Just name your price, whatever you want...be it power or status, as long as you nod your head and let me go, I won't mistreat you in the future... If you kill me, Aum Truth Sect will collapse, and you won't gain anything..."
"Oh?"
A voice filled with curiosity came from behind. Asahara Shoko felt a weight on his right shoulder, as a blood-stained katana rested on it, the blade aimed at his neck.
A strange chill ran down his spine, Asahara Shoko felt his blood reverse its flow, his brain swelling with blood. For a moment, he considered turning and fighting back with a knife but recalling the gruesome fate of his subordinates, his resistance vanished.
"Let me ask you a question," Fushimi Roku tapped his shoulder with the blade, speaking softly, "Do you think money is more important to me, or you?"
Asahara Shoko was taken aback, instinctively replying:
"...Me?"
