But when he thought of all the effort he had put in over the years, Doctor Yoshimura felt reluctant to give it up.
And on second thought, facing a patient as a "doctor" was still easier than those missions that danced on the knife tip.
So he gritted his teeth and reassured himself: as long as he strictly followed the instructions of the email's sender, stayed out of the case, and seriously played the role of a doctor, it actually would not be that easy for something to go wrong.
Besides, his identity was completely confidential. Uzo would have no time to target him or prepare any assassination attempt.
Doctor Yoshimura: "..." Once the consultation was over, he would pack up and flee that very day, lying low somewhere else. Given enough time, Uzo would eventually lose interest in him. Then he would be safe.
Doctor Yoshimura sat across from Gin, desperately recalling every piece of information he had ever seen about Uzo, trying to analyze countermeasures while also organizing material for his future medical report.
He had no idea how long he had been lost in thought before he belatedly sensed an intensely palpable gaze.
He jerked his head up, only to realize that the silver-haired executive across from him had somehow already finished the questionnaire and was now silently studying him.
Fear swept through Doctor Yoshimura's mind in an instant.
At the same time, he was somewhat baffled. "..." Plenty of people in the organization had that aura of someone who killed without blinking. Although the man before him had an exceptionally powerful Aura, it should not have been enough to make him afraid.
After pondering it for a moment, Doctor Yoshimura vaguely felt that he understood something.
It was the eyes.
—The gaze the silver-haired Men