The Almighty Dominance

hapter 207

Chapter 207

Hold on a damn second," Mr. Fleming snarled, his eyes bulging with disbelief.

"Are you honestly expecting me to swallow the idea that a there human can diagnose a bacterial culture just by tasting it?"

"This is complete nonsense! You must be cheating, you filthy brat. There's no way you'd know my culture is Bacillus anthracis unless you peeked at my notes!"

Alex merely rolled his eyes, looking bored.

"Peek? Right. Because the smell alone wasn't a dead giveaway. Let me spell it out for you, Professor Genius-I could practically sniff out your half-baked anthrax the second you brought it in."

"And the fact you tried to pass this off like some big deal? You're not even professional enough to mutate it properly. It's so basic, even a bored middle- schooler could've whipped this up in science class."

Mr. Fleming's pride stung like a hornet's sting.

The smugness in Alex's voice was grating, and it took everything for him not to let his anger bubble over.

But when Alex listed every single ingredient of Fleming's formula-down to the last droplet-and rattled off each step in the creation process, the old scientist couldn't hide his shock.

"H-how the hell..." Mr. Fleming's voice trembled. "You... you deduced all that just by smelling it?"

"Huh,” Alex scoffed, "I guess you didn't realize a nose could be more accurate than your entire underachieving lab crew. It's gonna be another century before you figure that one out."

Unable to retort, Mr. Fleming stood there fuming, sweat beading on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Charles Kingston lurked on the sidelines, arms folded.

He looked from Fleming to Alex and back again, a growing sense of worry needling at him.

Alex had literally tasted anthrax and was still standing-minutes had passed, and he was moving around the room and heading to the restroom like nothing had happened.

"What's going on?" Charles muttered under his breath. "There's no sign he's even remotely sick. That's... not possible, right?"

Mr. Fleming took a steadying breath, trying to mask his own unease.

"Calm yourself, Mr. Kingston. The kid's playing tough, but anthrax will rip him apart soon enough. No one shrugs it off without an antidote. Trust me-he'll be crawling and begging any moment."

man's confidence. All

into the room, a

you waiting, folks," he drawled, holding up a container of foul- smelling,

own culture. Thought we could compare

hell is in that? Ugh, it smells

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with practiced

can assure you the flavor profile's... unforgettable. Now, you don't have "to drink it,

lips. "But you did say you wanted a fair competition, so you're not... chickening out, right,

sweet but scathing smile. "Surely the great Charles Kingston isn't going to back out over a

and looked over at Mr. Fleming, "Well?" he hissed, eyes darting

a hand on Charles's shoulder,

happen to have a universal bacterial antidote that'll work

himself, Charles snatched the bottle

with disdain. "You got it." Then, in one

a bitter,

ready to spew the mess across

"Swallow every last drop, buddy. Wouldn't want you cheating, now, would we? Well, you can puke it out-but that'll mean you

at him, cheeks flushing. With monumental effort, he forced the putrid liquid

slime coating the back of

Charles managed to choke out, "W-what the hell is this revolting concoction? It tastes like you scooped it off the

Alex replied, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Just

that, and Jessica

room.

blinked in confusion, still trying to compose himself. "Golden... what? Don't get cryptic with

Alex explained, "Oh, just your run-of- the-mill 'fecal

face so

but there was no escaping it

brew was already down his throat, latching onto

of mock sympathy, "my big

a most literal sense.

"Damn

incensed. "You tricked

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