Chapter 66 Poison Isnst As Effective As One Might Think Party 8 (1/2)

Laz might have been oblivious to the plot set against him, but he wasn't oblivious to what happens to his body. For instance, when you are focused on something, you might be able to tune everything else out. Heavy sleepers are a good example. It would take something like a loud fire alarm or their house collapsing for them to wake up. In this case, although it wasn't apparent to Laz at first, it didn't mean he didn't notice it shortly after it happened.

As it was, Laz was in the middle of watching the fight when he felt a strange itch in his stomach. It kind of felt like indigestion although it was more like concentrated on one spot. Normally, a poison starts acting as soon as it's ingested, making it's way quickly to the blood stream. But that would be the effect for a normal person. Laz was anything but.

After having ingested a few weird things not too long ago, things that would kill a normal person, Laz had become much more resistant to harmful substances. If he was old enough to drink, he would find that he could drink as much as a man twice his size even before he might have felt it. In a similar way, the amount of drugs used on Laz to make him unable to exert himself was more situated to someone Laz's size or a bit bigger. The old man didn't know this, but due to his holding back on attempting to poison Laz, he actually shot himself in the foot.

Not only was the poison not effective, but it had actually cause Laz a strange discomfort that he felt. Since Laz couldn't exactly reach into his stomach to itch it, he did the next best thing. Sitting back in his seat, he focused his sense on himself in an effort to see what the problem was. Normally, his body would appear to shine a bit golden and blue, thanks to the water and nectar he had consumed. However, looking at himself, he was able to see a black spot on his abdomen where the poison was attempting to penetrate his stomach lining and force it's way into his blood stream. The poison wasn't alive, it was just that the powder wasn't able to sit in one spot long enough to affect him until it had reached his stomach.

Laz was confused at first, but gradually, he figured it out. If the golden and blue colors represented a positive energy balance within his system, what could black possibly be? Something foreign and harmful. Knowing that he had just drank the water, he was able to quickly figure out that he was being targeted.

He started to panic a bit after figuring this out as this was a completely new experience for him. He had been poisoned after all and he had no idea what to do.

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As he kept looking at the black spot just sitting there, Laz could feel little beads of sweat starting to form under his clothes.

'What the hell am I suppose to do about this? Should I say something to Kennedy?' Looking over at Kennedy who had come back with a happy smile on her face, he felt like telling her would be a bad idea at the moment. This wasn't something she could do anything about, so what would be the point? Make her panic? He was barely keeping himself in check since he could see it wasn't spreading. But there was no way she would react so calmly.

In Laz's head, he felt like it was a small bomb someone had planted. He didn't know what it was, why it was there, or what the result would be. Even if it wasn't doing anything now, that didn't mean it would stay like that.

Over the past few weeks, Laz had been subconsciously circulating his energy according to the natural way he learned while observing the energy in the air. He didn't know why he did it, but it made him feel more energetic every time he did it. Since he was already somewhat on edge, he started the circulation naturally as he tried to calm himself down.

The result was amazing.

As Laz watched the blue and gold lights of energy cycle around his system, every time they passed by the black spot, it shrunk more and more. It didn't take more than a few cycles before the black patch was gone. Moving his hands and feet, Laz realized that he was feeling just as good as he did normally while doing this.

For whatever reason, his body's energy eliminated that black patch before Laz even knew what it was.

Although he was relieved that he was out of danger, he now had a bigger problem.

It was obvious he was being targeted and since it didn't take a genius to figure out who had slipped him the poison, he knew he was being targeted by the people at the house. He couldn't help but look over at where Tommy was sitting, wondering if it was him. He would be the first choice that Laz could think of. But as he observed him, he noticed that Tommy didn't even look in his direction. He was more focused on playing with his two toys while watching the blood fly on stage.

Laz felt that considering what had happened, if it was Tommy, he would at least be sneaking glances at him. Since he wasn't, Laz felt like it had to be someone else. As opposed to looking around though, Laz just spread out his sense so that he could observe the people of the house and see who was taking looks at him. He noticed the waitress immediately. And standing next to her, while she kept looking at him, was the old man in charge of security.

One might think that Laz would feel better about it not being Tommy, but the truth was he was far more scared of the old man. Tommy was young, impulsive and hot headed. He could be figured out easily. But the old man was a sly, crafty one. Those were the most dangerous.

Laz wasn't some super solder or some all knowing tough guy. He was a student with a bit more experience than most. Knowing that someone was acting against him like that, his first thought was to run. But could he?

Looking over at Kennedy, he decided it was best to feel the situation out.

*Hey!* He thought towards her. She had been taking a drink at the moment and had almost spit it out upon hearing his voice in her head.

*Jeez. Would you not just do that all of the sudden?* She asked while holding back her cough.

*Sorry. Did you get the money from the bet?*

*Yeah. Then I put it all on your next match. I'm not sure what the odds are, but we can still win quite a but more since everyone is still looking down on you,* Kennedy responded with a smile. She had quite a lot of trust in this body guard of hers. And since they both needed the money, she felt like any bet on him was a sure win.