"I suggest you undergo the surgery."
"I've considered the loss of mobility before and have spent quite a bit of effort on exoskeletons and neural conduction. Although the results weren't groundbreaking, the technology for simple internal communication device implants is quite mature. It would be more discreet as well."
Dean decisively shook his head. "No need!"
Having said that, he grabbed the electronic devices and satellite phone and hastily made his escape.
Letting Little Mike operate on me? That's ridiculous.
If the operation were on Cheston En, Dean might agree, but he couldn't possibly let Cheston En know about Little Mike, his ace in the sleeve.
Once the garden had returned to calm, Little Mike picked up the USB drive Dean had left. From beside his wheelchair, he took out a large, strange pair of glasses and put them on. He then inserted the USB drive into a slot on the glasses and became motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
