"Rabbit Man... what kind of disease is this?!"
Even with the stage floor between them and a straight-line distance of over a hundred meters,
when William watched Rabbit Man deal with the audience, he actually became so excited that he took off his Gentleman's Attire.
Similar little muscle spheres even appeared across the surface of his exposed flesh, with an astonishingly high degree of realism.
Even the Mad Brain was trying to imitate Rabbit Man's hybrid head, but unfortunately, due to the distance and the obstruction of multiple Human Walls, it couldn't see through to the finer, more detailed structure.
Even that relatively vague observation had already sparked William's immense interest.
And if even Mr. Rabbit's subordinate possessed such a body, then what exactly did Mr. Rabbit himself look like beneath his headgear? At present, William was completely incapable of imagining it.
Catherine began smugly explaining from the side again. "As far as I know, this is a special contagious form of Mitochondrial Encephalomyopathy, an extremely rare disease unique to Mr. Rabbit.
The disease requires no pathogen as a medium of transmission. It can spread merely through displaying one's body.
If someone performs a muscle dance right in front of you, or wrestles and lets their bodies make direct contact, the transmission efficiency will increase exponentially.
However, very few people can withstand this disease.
That was why the Troupe managed by Mr. Rabbit had only twenty members, yet every one of them possessed extraordinary physical mastery and had perfectly accepted Mitochondrial Encephalomyopathy.
But William, you must never entertain the thought of acquiring this disease.
Once infected with Mitochondrial Encephalomyopathy, you will become Mr. Rabbit's physical slave to a certain extent. Your interests and hobbies will be completely influenced by him.
You will come to love rabbits, enjoy going shirtless, and