"I hate it when people throw things in my face! It's all your fault!" Clayface roared.
His muddy body heaved up a table and hurled it toward Brucie with a whoosh.
The heavy podium sailed over everyone's heads.
Brucie nimbly sidestepped it.
Then she ducked behind a pillar, casually opened her makeup case, and used the mirror inside to observe the situation outside.
Clayface was utterly furious. The soul within that mud-like body was filled with rage and pain. He had once been an actor with limitless promise.
Someone had been jealous of him. Someone had hated him. That was why he had become this way, why his face had been completely destroyed.
This ugly body of mud was his greatest punishment.
And it had all been because of a glass of water—a glass of cursed water!
"Die!" Clayface roared, flinging his arm forward. Mud splattered off his body with the motion.
It pattered down below like raindrops.
When it struck the guests, they panicked and screamed, their cries becoming shrill without their realizing it.
"Calm down!"
Bruce yanked a coat rack from beside him and hurled it over, then began evacuating the people in the hall.
The hotel descended into chaos. The frightened crowd rushed toward the elevators in a crush, triggering even more panic.
The charity fundraiser venue was a complete mess as well.
Brucie stepped out from behind the pillar and looked at Clayface, who was so enraged that he could barely maintain his shape.
"You... woman!"
Clayface sprang up from the floor like a blob of slime, extending a huge muddy hand as he lunged at her.
Brucie lifted her skirt and fastened it to the bends of her legs on either side. The long evening gown immediately became a pair of practical pants.
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