Disaster watched coldly from the sidelines.
He felt that Fu Zhang would soon bring disaster upon himself because of this action.
Shen Yu, however, did not think so. "Actions that bring disaster upon you mostly come down to your strength not being enough to match the disaster."
"In that world, aside from Weird, who else could possibly hurt him?"
Not to mention the more than twenty thousand people in this entire city.
Even if you added up everyone in every city, how many would there be in total?
Even an SS-rank Terminus would not fear ordinary people like them.
At most, they would need to guard against poison being slipped into their food and water.
And poisons capable of bringing down an SS-rank Contract Anomalist were not so easy to find. Even if they found one—
Before the poison could take effect, the others would wipe out every person involved.
Or rather, relying on a Contract Anomalist's own recovery abilities and resistance to poison and physical attacks, the stronger the Contract Anomalist, the greater their resistance to such things.
Perhaps they could even hold out until the poison took effect and slaughter everyone involved themselves.
The researcher beside them, also watching the live footage from over there, thought this to himself.
"Tch, a Contract Anomalist who gets taken down by poison? Pathetically weak."
Evil Disaster delivered this verdict.
The researcher silently broke into a cold sweat. Please come to your senses, sir. How could Contract Anomalists be so easily poisoned?
At the very least, when Contract Anomalists went on missions, they always carried universal antidotes among the medicine issued to them.
Even if one did not trust a Contract Anomalist's poison resistance, they should at least trust the antidotes produced by their Research Department, shouldn't they?
Of course, these Contract