"Really?"
Azuma looked at the Inventor doubtfully.
He was now wearing a bathrobe and impatiently tapped his feet.
Behind him, there was a table where a couple of surgical tools were meticulously organised.
Erika looked at him, baffled, "At least don't make your mistrust so obvious…. But err, anyways. Yeah, Inventor is very reliable with these kinds of stuff."
Azuma was still reluctant, "Is there no one else?"
He knew it's not too good to judge a book by its cover, but meddling with neuralink was a difficult task. One small mistake and Azuma would be brain dead.
"If we don't remove your neuralink ASAP," she said pointedly, "Genesis will have it forcibly reactivated any time soon."
And then they can easily track him.
It was something Azuma only learned after being nearly killed by a hoard of chasing cars.
