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."

exhaled slowly, relieved by the man's confidence. All

into the room, a small bottle in his

he drawled, holding up a container of foul- smelling, yellowish liquid

finished making my own culture. Thought we could

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

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shrugged with practiced

but I can assure you the flavor profile's... unforgettable. Now, you don't have

lips. "But you did say you wanted a fair competition, so

in with a sweet but scathing smile. "Surely the

sucked in a sharp breath and looked over at Mr. Fleming,

a hand on Charles's shoulder, as though bestowing

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

himself, Charles snatched the bottle

want drama?" he snapped, voice dripping with disdain. "You got it."

instantly, Charles gagged, a bitter, rancid taste clawing at his

eyes watered uncontrollably, and he half-choked, ready to spew the

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

monumental effort, he forced the putrid liquid

molten slime coating the back of

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

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

eyes widened at that, and Jessica raised

room.

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

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 almost

there was no escaping it

was already down his throat, latching onto his

of mock sympathy,

sense. Didn't see that

"Damn

Charles roared, incensed. "You tricked me

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