"Smack!"
"Smack, smack, smack!"
A lively fish tail slapped Bandura across the face, and he slowly came to.
He felt his body swaying slightly. Hearing the sound of splashing water around him, he endured the pain all over his body and climbed to his feet, only to discover that he was on a tiny wooden boat drifting in the middle of a lake.
The cabin was piled high with many large, ferocious fish. They thrashed wildly around him, displaying astonishing vitality.
Fluoxetine was crouching at the bow, holding a branch with a rhododendron flower tied to it and swishing it back and forth in the water, as if imitating lure fishing.
Bandura touched his neck and chest, then asked in surprise, "I actually survived?"
"Are you questioning my abilities, dear Mr. Bandura? I could still keep you safe from a 'Tier 2.'"
Fluoxetine asked him this without turning her head.
Bandura spoke in a low voice. "Of course I trust your abilities. After all, your overall rating is very high... But I thought that because the other party was the 'Director' you're so interested in, you might place protecting me at a very low priority. You might even use me as bait—or simply forget that I existed."
Although Bandura's words sounded very much like an accusation, there was not the slightest hint of resentment in his tone, only objective analysis.
Fluoxetine stirred the surface of the water with her branch, sending splashes everywhere. "If you died here, Esteemed President would get a headache... I don't want her to be distracted any more than she already is."
"Then did you have fun?"
Bandura asked seriously.
"Mm, yeah..."
Fluoxetine thought for a moment before saying, "It was pretty fun—but don't worry. I definitely won't let it interfere with the important business!"
Bandura