"Screech!" The conical tool finally pierced Zheng Yuci's other hand. At this moment, his two hands seemed to be controlled by two different people—one wanting to commit suicide, the other wanting to save himself.
Zheng Yuci was well aware of his situation, but he didn't intend to resolve his predicament immediately. He let the tool press against his temple as he engaged in a mental battle. Then his gaze deepened, and several mental portals opened before him, followed by a figure appearing in his view.
Transferred through the portal was a man mirroring Zheng Yuci's stance. However, he intended to stab the knife in his hand into his own head. The long robe uniform issued by the Agor Psychotherapists fluttered in the airflow, and beneath that ordinary face was an identification card.
Zheng Yuci glanced at the name on the card. The Eastern District player, who had arrived nearby but hadn't approached, also saw the ID:
"Zhang Xian? Who?"
