Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

Chapter 961 - 277: Patchwork Fixes (4)

"For a psychic with rage disorder in the Empire, the best outcome is to serve as a harmless lab rat in a mental hospital."

Thousand Faces clearly exaggerated many things in his words.

However, what he said about Zuo Jing was indeed accurate.

Zuo Jing is sure to blame the few civilian casualties on the Space Station on Chen Ming, and might even use their undercover agents in certain departments to completely frame Chen Ming.

Chen Ming actually has a countermeasure.

Because he has the complete recordings of everything that happened here.

He also saved all the data from the Space Station’s database, the destruction of the Space Station does not affect his data preservation at all.

If he really wanted to push the blame, he just had to hand over the recordings.

But Chen Ming doesn’t plan to do that.

He has more ideas.

Chen Ming continued his performance.

He pretended to be busy suppressing his utmost anger, stepped forward, grabbed the collar of Thousand Faces’ protective suit, and using his body as a medium for sound conduction, said, "I have another choice, which is to kill you here."

Thousand Faces did not show any agitated resistance.

After all, if An Wuping wanted to take action, he could just do it directly, no need to pull him over for a word.

Moreover, An Wuping’s rage disorder had obviously been stimulated to the extreme, if pressed further, the countereffect wouldn’t be good.

So Thousand Faces relaxed his tone instead and said, "In fact, there’s another option, we can temporarily cooperate, just for the coming period of time."

"I know your understanding of us is negative, and you don’t want to engage with us, but you must be clear, rage disorder is the Sword of Damocles hanging over you,"

"Others in the Empire have to consider what will happen if you relapse, and remain wary of you."

"But we are different, we have a way to completely cure rage disorder."

"This is a fair trade, you contribute, we help you heal."

"Once cured, you can find a way to change your appearance, start anew in the Empire."

"In this era, psychics like us, if we ever really don’t want to get involved, just get some cosmetic work done, hide out, avoid trouble, who can find us?"

Chen Ming didn’t appear more irritable, instead, he released his grip, stepped back, lowered his head slightly, as if in deep thought.

However, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Your psychic ability gives you the power to change faces, so why don’t you fix your little finger?"

Chen Ming was pretending that he needed more time to think and casually changed the topic to this question.

Of course, this was something Chen Ming was genuinely curious about.

Because when he saw the Glass Bead Spirit Ability User at the place where the Black Mist Spirit Ability User was captured, the little finger was also missing, not repaired.

Clearly, modern medical technology makes regenerating a finger easy, and if not, prosthetic fingers do the job just as well.

So why did this guy not get it repaired?

Thousand Faces raised his left hand and looked at it, saying, "That traces back to the past, not something we need to discuss now."

"Think carefully, we have time, consider how many paths you still have to choose now."

Chen Ming completely ignored what was ahead, leaning back on the Space Station’s wreckage.

Thousand Faces picked up the terminal that Chen Ming had casually thrown, and placed it back in An Wuping’s hand.

He looked up at the crimson eyes atop the tall figure and said, "Actually, we at Zuo Jing are not as crazy as you might think."

"At least we’ve always been in friendly communication with you, even now, isn’t that so?"