"Hahaha..." Another psychologist gave a dry laugh. "Even if we can't hold on, we have to. It's our job, after all."
After saying that, he looked at Ganna. "Could this young lady be a survivor of the Baikal City incident? Did you bring her here for counseling?"
"No, we came to help," Sun Hang said.
"You're a doctor too?" The psychologist looked at Sun Hang.
As for Xue Yue, he simply ignored her—she looked underage. Even if she were some genius girl who had skipped several grades in a row, she should still have been in school at her age.
In his view, if this unfamiliar young man was a fellow professional, then the girl following behind him was most likely his student.
"No. I'm a hunter."
"A hunter? Anomaly Hunter?" The other psychologist frowned slightly. "Has the situation gotten bad enough that hunters are needed to protect our personal safety?"
Sun Hang said nothing. Instead, he stepped forward and pressed a hand onto the psychologist who was resting against the reclined back of his chair.
"W-what are you doing?" The doctor immediately grew nervous, but he was no match for Sun Hang in strength. Besides, in his current position, he could not exert any force at all.
Sun Hang held down the man's left shoulder with one hand while rolling up his right sleeve to the elbow with the other.
The skin on the psychologist's right forearm had already developed obvious keratinization. Layers of hardened tissue had piled atop one another, resembling the scales of some reptilian creature. In the gaps between those scales, strange and nauseating bud-like growths could faintly be seen. One glance was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.
The consulting room fell silent.
The next second, several pitch-black gun barrels sprang from within Ganna's mechanical