While speaking, he took a few quick steps to arrive in front of the fatso. Without regard for the latter's palm already festered, he directly raised his hand and grasped it. At this moment, Tang San's palm instantly turned jade in color.
A strange scene unfolded; even Oscar's sausage could not detoxify the intense poison that quickly retreated along the same path after Tang San grabbed the fatso's hand. A faint purple-black liquid continuously flowed into Tang San's palm and vanished.
In just a few breaths' time, the fatso's arm had returned to normal, and fresh red blood began to flow from the wound on his palm. The pained expression on his face disappeared as well.
"What in the world is happening?" The same question surfaced in everyone's mind except for Tang San.
