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Chapter 169 - 141: Smashing the Easter Egg, Shi San’s Change, Test

Chapter 169: Chapter 141: Smashing the Easter Egg, Shi San’s Change, Test

Hiss~

Doli gasped as he looked at those ferocious fangs!

This was actually a tiny puppy!

He almost thought he was hallucinating.

A Labrador puppy, not even as tall as his own shin, had bitten off a chunk of his flesh?

But the pain coming from his palm was real.

And those disproportionately large fangs beneath the puppy’s mouth were real too!

At this moment, all the noises from upstairs had completely vanished.

Under the threat of death,

Doli suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly squatted down, trying to pick up the handgun on the ground with his intact left hand.

He stared intently at the tiny creamy-yellow puppy in front of him, fearing that it would suddenly pounce and tear through his throat.

Fortunately, until his left hand grasped the cold, reassuring gun handle, the little monster in front hadn’t made a single move.

Not only did it remain still, but it also seemed to have dropped its aggressive stance as its sharp fangs visibly retracted into its mouth and its short, little tail started wagging happily.

Doli was puzzled, but he couldn’t afford to worry about that now.

He picked up the handgun.

Despite the severe pain in his right palm, he was eager to leave this ghastly place.

As he stepped back,

Doli’s body stiffened.

When had a wall appeared behind him?

If he were a seasoned warrior, he would have fired behind him without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Doli was just a weakling.

He stiffly turned his head only to find a cold, ghastly pale mask full of holes looming over him...

The next moment.

Doli felt his mind go blank and he collapsed limply onto the cold wooden floor.

Watching the unconscious Doli,

Brian bent down, grabbed his feet, and dragged him towards Shi San, "Why did you stop him?"

Trying to take credit, Shi San’s tail drooped as it woefully responded, "Woof~ (He was trying to run away~)"

Brian glared at it, planning to go back and educate it on what is mean and crafty!

Such a small one, if Doli had shot it, wouldn’t he be heartbroken?

This damn thing hadn’t learned a bit of his essence!

...

It was now past eight in the evening.

Tomorrow was also a day off.

There was plenty of time in the long night.

Brian found the utility room, hummed a tune, and fashioned a cross on the spot for Doli, then nailed him to it and poured gasoline around the base.

After finishing these tasks,

Doli still hadn’t woken up.

Brian scratched his head with resignation, "Physically, everything is about twice as strong as before, though I have Body Control, I still went a little heavy-handed without simple adaptation."

He wasn’t in a rush and simply started digging a firebreak around the building with a shovel.

Setting a fire was an inescapable crime.

As a law-abiding citizen of Los Angeles, Brian still had some scruples.

An hour later.

Having completed what would have taken ten people a day or two, Brian ignited the building and then sat in front of Doli, who was nailed to a cross like a Jesus figurine, and checked Shi San’s teeth.

"Eh~ Shi San, where’s your long fang?"

Brian looked at Shi San’s canine, puzzled.

"Woo~"

Shi San, with its mouth held, couldn’t produce a complete sound and could only give Brian a resentful look while controlling its hidden teeth to slowly protrude.

Then Brian realized that all of Shi San’s canine teeth concealed a set of thin, sharp blades, resembling hooks, while the rest, not very long, were like razors, one bite could create a smooth, missing concave plane.

No wonder Doli was disarmed so suddenly.

Brian let go of Shi San, "When did these grow?"

Shi San retracted its hidden teeth and licked its nose, "Woof woof woof~ (Don’t remember, could control them only recently~)"

"Did you have these before I injected those agents?"

"Woof~ (Yes)"

Whoa!

Brian was somewhat surprised.

When Shi San met him, it was just over a month old, skinny and wobbly, but full of spirit, yet surely, it wasn’t a Mutant Beast.

Think about it.

After the mutation, most diseases originating from the body, as long as they aren’t physical disabilities, even cancer would heal automatically.

If Shi San had been a Mutant Beast back then, it wouldn’t have been at death’s door due to a minor illness.

The problem then lay with the female vet, Laura.

What had that woman injected into Shi San at the time?

Brian suddenly remembered the agents he had found after wiping out an FBI hunting team last time.

For safety’s sake.

He had hidden those agents in several concealed places.

It seemed after sorting this situation, he needed to find an opportunity to retrieve those agents and then, using Body Control and Supercomputer Perception, experiment on the effects of those agents.

...

Man and dog, communicating harmoniously.

The wooden house, aided by the gasoline, burned fiercely.

The rapidly rising high temperature gradually revived Doli, nailed on the cross.

He let out painful moans until after about a dozen seconds, his consciousness fully returned.

Hearing the noise,

Brian walked in front of Doli, looked up at the man who had deceived and used him, removed his mask, and smilingly said, "Mr. Doli, how does it feel to play the boss?"

"Brian?"

Doli let out a weak cry of shock, followed by despair.

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