"So far, I've seen metal, petrochemical, venom, and flame, but from my understanding, this guy's ability is the most defiant—controlling air pressure is just too powerful!"
Xie Yanshan nodded continuously, but then expressed doubt: "However, the ability it shows doesn't seem directly related to liquefied gas. Mr. Zhang, why did you give it this name?"
"Sniff sniff... Why is there no smell anymore?"
Zhang Su raised his nose to smell, shrugged with a puzzled expression: "Yesterday, it was emitting a scent of petroleum liquefied gas, so I named it this straightforward name, but now it's gone? Sniff sniff..."
The room is warm, and the nose is clear; any smell would be easily noticeable. Despite much effort, all there is is the usual laboratory smell.
"I get it, maybe its ability is to manipulate liquefied petroleum gas to form a protective shield, then control the liquefied gas to create air pressure, which makes sense!"
Xie Yanshan tried to defend the leader's previous inference.
