The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 205

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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 right. Good. Then let's just get

the room, a small bottle

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

own

hell is in that? Ugh, it smells like rotting

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with

five-star bouquet, but I can assure you the flavor profile's... unforgettable.

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

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

and looked over at

Charles's shoulder, as though bestowing some

antidote that'll

the

snapped, voice dripping with disdain. "You got

gagged, a bitter, rancid taste clawing at

ready

every last drop, buddy. Wouldn't want you cheating, now,

flushing. With monumental effort, he forced the putrid liquid

molten slime coating

revolting concoction? It tastes like you scooped it off the bottom of

off his sleeve. "Just a little

eyes widened at that, and Jessica raised an eyebrow

room.

"Golden...

casual it verged on flippant, Alex explained, "Oh, just your run-of- the-mill 'fecal fluid.' In other words, you just swallowed human excrement,

Charles's face so fast it was

away, but there was no

was already down his

air of

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

"Damn

roared, incensed. "You

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