Chapter: 210
Who was this pale–skinned wimp who was bold enough to pick a fight with the great Mr. Wangley anyway?
“Aren’t we just dabbling with some poison? Fine, It’s on,” Dustin proclaimed. He was not the least bit afraid.
“Ha, you asked for it!” Quentin let out a maniacal laugh as he gazed at the soon–to–be–dead man in front of him.
To think he had the gall to compete with a polson master at making polson. He certainly had a death wish!
“Are you out of your mind. Dustin? You could diel” Ruth said anxiously.
“It’s not like they have any rivalry between them either, so why does he Insist on putting his life on the line like this?” She thought to herself.
“I know full well what I’m doing.” Dustin answered nonchalantly.
“Dustin, are you sure you want to do this?” Natasha frowned.
He could see the slight worry in those beautiful eyes of hers.
She was aware that Quentin was deliberately making things difficult for him, but it wasn’t like she could outright stop him either.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You should be worried about them instead.” Dustin grinned.
In fact, he was not only proficient in medicine but very much a specialist in voodoo magic and poison as well.
“Less talk, more poison–making. Mr. Boy Toy!” Quentin urged hurriedly, afraid that he’d chicken out and go back on his word.
“Wait!” Dustin voiced out and raised his hands all of a sudden.
“I’m all for making poisons, but my only condition is that I need you to be involved in this as well.”
“What are you talking about?” Quentin asked in shock, feeling a little uneasy.
“Didn’t you say that you wanted this to be exciting? Later when we’re done, why don’t you and I test it with our bodies, then leave our lives at the mercy of the Lord?” Dustin suggested coolly.
“Cut the crap!” Quentin hollered, and his expression immediately changed.
“How are you compare your peasant life with mine? Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror for once?“
“Admitting defeat so quickly? If you don’t have the balls to take up this challenge, then kneel down in front of me and admit defeat right now. Oh, and I’ll need an apology too, then I can pretend none of this ever happened in the first place.” Dustin taunted.
“You-” Quentin stumbled over his words as a burst of anger overtook him in an instant.
Would he even have any face left after this if he backed down now?
Then again, he was the one with the money and status, so it wasn’t like he stood to gain anything from putting his life on the line with a filthy peasant like him.
I won’t “Rest assured, Mr. Harmon. With my skills, I’ll make sure that any kind of poison this punk conjures up even hurt you in the slightest,” Mr. Wangley announced with conviction.
If he were to scan the entirety of South City, he was confident that the only person who was able to top him was Dr. Linden Watkins when it came to making poisons.