Chapter 948
Tristan Coleman opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of vomit mixed with dirt and food.

It also sprayed right onto a security guard’s head.

“Holy sh*t!”

The security guard hopped onto the ground before reaching up to his head. He nearly fainted.

Was this black, foul-smelling stuff poop?

In reality, it smelled worse than poop.

That was because Tristan had been swallowing a large amount of mud every day. His stomach lining was severely festered. On top of that, his stomach acid mixed with
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