Hayes said coldly, "No matter how disgusting something is, its belly is always soft."
He raised his panther claws again, intending to press the attack.
But at that very moment, an overwhelming stench suddenly erupted from the toad mutant's body.
This was no ordinary foul odor. It was the kind of smell that felt as if it could pry your skull open in an instant—so overpowering that even Albert found it difficult to keep his eyes open.
Its intensity was like standing before a hundred hyper-potent onions at once, or as if a hundred septic tanks had exploded right under one's nose… mixed with the choking, acrid bite of gunpowder.
Anyone with a weaker constitution would likely be knocked unconscious on the spot. At the very least, they'd be left sobbing with tears and snot streaming down their face—
It was practically a biochemical weapon.
Albert immediately covered Hayes' nose from behind.
