As Jared continued scratching, he let out ecstatic moans from his mouth. “This is just…”

Even Malcolm, Derek, and the others were stunned. This behavior was simply too indecent. Moreover, those with keen eyesight could even see a patch of thick black hair in Jared’s nether regions.

The ladies in the room screamed in shock and quickly turned their heads away. Francesca was no exception, as she ran to hide behind Andrew.

She asked, “Has Jared gone insane? It burns my eyes! Andrew, oh my god, my eyes are burning!”

She was genuinely frightened, her pretty face turning pale.

Andrew pulled her away, quickly jumping back while shouting, “Everyone, move away! You must move away. This man’s symptoms clearly indicate rabies, or perhaps he’s been infected with some sort of toxin, causing behavioral abnormalities and intense itching.

“Anyone who gets too close might be harmed and possibly infected with the virus. Be careful, extremely careful!”

Upon hearing they might get infected, the surrounding crowd lost all composure and began to panic, rushing toward the exits.

Only Thomas disregarded the warning and rushed toward Jared. He raised his hand and delivered a vicious slap to his star pupil’s face.

He growled, “You animal, did you take something? Huh? Stop this immediately! Stop this performance, do you hear me? Stop it!”

Thomas’ face turned ashen, almost smoking with rage. The more he shouted, the more frantic he became. In the end, he was utterly desperate.

Right before his eyes, his star pupil, having finished scratching his rear, began scratching his face uncontrollably, and no one could stop him.

Jared kept yelling that he was itchy. Finally, he even stuck his fingers into his mouth, as if his tongue and entire oral cavity were unbearably itchy.

Several people with weak constitutions began vomiting on the spot, and among them was Chantelle. She was a severe germophobe, and watching Jared scratch his behind and then his mouth was too much. Who could endure that? She certainly could not, as she bent over and dry-heaved continuously.

Some odd characters reacted quite differently. For instance, a disciple from the Advanced Medical Institute, far from feeling disgusted, stared intently at Jared’s performance, trembling continuously.

“That’s the scent, the enticing scent…” he muttered in satisfaction, though it was unclear what scent he was referring to.

Derek grimly ordered, “Why are you all standing there? Control him immediately, control him!"

Following his command, several fully equipped officers finally managed to restrain Jared. Only then did Thomas have the chance to act, forcibly opening Jared’s eyelids and examining his mouth.

Then, he gritted his teeth and said, “Rabies virus, and it’s a mutated strain, damn it…”

Malcom chimed in, “Never mind what it is for now. Take him to Blumedale Hospital immediately to eliminate the virus!”

Thomas raged. “No, before taking him back, I must find out who dared to harm someone like this. If I catch them, I’ll tear them into a thousand pieces!”

While he was raging furiously, Malcolm suddenly cried out, “Thomas, be careful!”

Thomas was confused, but before he could react, his wrist was bitten by the crazed Jared. Instantly, excruciating pain shot through his nerves.

People with rabies go mad and bite randomly–this was obvious, but in his extreme anger, he had forgotten.

“You wretched beast, let go of me! Let go…”

The physical pain was bad, but the fury and humiliation were what really sent Thomas over the edge. He punched Jared in the head, knocking him unconscious, and finally managed to pull his hand free.

Looking down, Thomas’s face twitched uncontrollably. He cursed, “Damn it, the skin’s broken!

This meant that he, too, might have been infected with the rabies virus and could turn into another raving lunatic.

He shouted, “Let’s head to Blumedale Hospital, quick! I’m leaving first. Goodbye, everyone…”

At this point, he could not care about anything else. He did not even want to take care of Jared anymore; he needed to save himself first.

He certainly did not want to bite people, or, more accurately, he did not want to put Jared’s hand, which had been scratching his behind, into his mouth.