Glisson Drunk?!

"Bullets can't penetrate me, do you think a snake bite will?" Howard shook his head in resignation, picked the two small snakes off his body, twisted them into a strand, and casually tossed them aside.

"Damn you, you're too arrogant!" hissed the man with glasses.

His pupils suddenly became serpent-like, and he opened his mouth wide, his white teeth transforming into sharp, deadly fangs. His forked tongue kept flicking out, and his skin quickly became covered with scales. A purple mist slowly steamed from his body.

"This is bad, is he transforming?" "Last time he used this move, over a dozen people died, and now he's using it in a closed room?!" "Run! Run now!"

The two henchmen behind him inhaled the poison gas by accident and immediately foamed at the mouth, clutching their throats in agony as they collapsed to the ground.

The burly man had already run to the side, hands in pockets, watching the spectacle.