"I've never heard of this technology; where did you get such an ability?" Anan asked, pinching the Buddha Beads in his hand.
"Heh, I'd like to know that too. If you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask? Did you know I have amnesia?" Li Jack vented his frustrations to his friend.
"Isn't it funny? I, a person who doesn't even watch Korean dramas, have amnesia."
"Go to the treatment center to check it out. I remember they have memory recovery surgery."
"Useless." Li Jack waved his hand agitatedly, "I've tried everything from the most expensive to the cheapest, and it was all useless. Some of them weren't even legitimate; they didn't restore my memory; they just shoved some made-up memories into my head, damn it, a bunch of quacks."
"I don't even dare to meet people with my true face now, because I'm afraid I'll encounter an enemy from before my amnesia. He would recognize me, but I wouldn't recognize him."
