At the same time, Gin secretly thought, Maybe when we meet face-to-face, I can use some way to tactfully remind The Boss about "Anonymous"?
Gin: "..." Still, he had to be careful.
—He could barely explain the previous email he had sent The Boss by saying he had been groggy from sleep.
But if he put on that kind of performance again in person, what awaited him probably would not be a "diagnosis," but the compulsory treatment he had always wanted to give Uzo.
Besides, the intelligence and missions in his hands were all important. The organization could not possibly entrust such work to someone with serious mental issues. In the worst-case scenario, he might even be dealt with internally.
Gin was loyal, but he did not want to die inexplicably because of Anonymous's Black Technology.
After thinking it over, he ultimately suppressed the urge to "leak secrets." He decided to wait until he could come up with a safer method, such as finding someone to remove Anonymous's hypnosis before reporting the situation to The Boss.
After arriving at the base, Gin quickly entered a dim room.
There was nobody inside, but there was a screen.
Soon, a figure appeared on the screen.
The lighting on the other side was even dimmer than in Gin's room, leaving the figure there pitch-black and impossible to make out. Only a deliberately processed voice, blurred yet seemingly gentle, came through the speakers. "How have you been feeling lately?"
Gin felt that phrasing was strange, as if he had been chronically ill for years, so he silently corrected him. "I've always been fine."
"Don't force yourself." That Lord clearly did not believe him. "You recently had a physical examination. I had the doctor look over the report. He said there was indeed nothing