O'Brien's face showed a confident smile, clearly having faith in the miraculous drug and feeling assured.
The small man's body continued to tremble, visibly showing that his previously unremarkable muscles were constantly expanding, enlarging, as if rats were burrowing inside them.
The dark yellow skin also unknowingly reddened, like a drunkard or as though burning with blazing flames.
"Stretch..."
The small prisoner's clothes were torn apart and ripped open by the rapidly expanding muscles, the bunching muscles on the scapula were terrifying.
"Stretch... Stretch..."
The clothes were incessantly being torn; soon, his outer garments were shredded into strips, revealing large muscles that stunned everyone, inevitably reminding them of fitness trainers, Stallone, Schwarzenegger.
The two robust prisoners opposite had decent muscles, but now compared to the small prisoner, they were far inferior.
"Don't give him another chance, kill him now."
