Tristan Coleman opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of vomit mixed with dirt and food.

It also sprayed right onto a security guard’s head.

“Holy sh*t!”

The security guard hopped onto the ground before reaching up to his head. He nearly fainted.

Was this black, foul-smelling stuff poop?

In reality, it smelled worse than poop.

That was because Tristan had been swallowing a large amount of mud every day. His stomach lining was severely festered. On top of that, his stomach acid mixed with other types of food. The stench was awful enough to kill someone.

This security guard was usually a prick too.

Now that he had actually encountered such a disgusting thing, he couldn’t care less who the person in front of him was. After yelling loudly, he proceeded to attack Tristan angrily.

In the end, Abel Coleman slapped him and broke his jaw before kicking him aside. “Hmph. It’s your honor to have my son vomit all over you. How could you not be grateful? D*mn it! Tell me, where is the Tri