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

on cue, Alex strode back into the room, a

folks," he drawled, holding up a container of foul- smelling, yellowish liquid that let off visible

just finished making my own culture. Thought we

recoiled at the stench. "What the hell is in that? Ugh, it smells like

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with practiced

you the flavor profile's... unforgettable. Now,

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

had been watching from the corner, leaned in with a sweet but scathing smile. "Surely the great Charles Kingston isn't going to back out over a little stink,

a sharp breath and looked over at Mr. Fleming,

Fleming placed a hand on Charles's shoulder, as though

universal bacterial antidote that'll work within five minutes. Let the little upstart

the bottle and pinched

snapped, voice dripping with disdain. "You got it." Then, in one swift move,

instantly, Charles gagged, a bitter,

half-choked, ready to

want you cheating, now, would we? Well, you can puke it out-but that'll mean you

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

aftertaste felt like molten slime coating the back

this revolting concoction? It tastes

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

that, and Jessica raised an eyebrow

room.

"Golden... what? Don't get

the-mill 'fecal fluid.' In other words, you

from Charles's face so fast it was almost

turning away, but there was no escaping

down his throat, latching

air of mock sympathy, "my

shit' really means, in a most literal sense. Didn't see that on any fancy restaurant menu, did

"Damn

Alex!" Charles roared, incensed. "You tricked me

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