"Yes... you've shown us before. But it's possible that it was forged," the thin youth mustered up his courage, still quite distrustful.
"Hmm?" The muscular man was about to get angry, but then he remembered the rules that Casio had made. So, he could only explain, breathing heavily through his nose, "If you don't trust us because of our physique and temperament, you really don't need to. The new head of the Clinic said that as a doctor, you must be powerful, your muscles hard, your fists too..."
"More violent than those specialized violent organizations like the Hunters Association!"
"After all, the criminals we're after come from inside the Hunters Association. If a doctor isn't as strong as his patients, how can he make them willingly undergo surgery? When it comes to the doctor-patient relationship, the initiative must be firmly in our grasp, strongly controlled..."
