Chapter: 213
“Rest assured, Mr. Harmon. Anyone can tell that he’s just putting on a bold front right now. Without an antidote, I can guarantee you that he’ll kick the bucket in no time flat!” Mr. Wangley hollered with confidence after reeling from his shock.
Even if Dustin found a way to make a cure, it would still be impossible to completely get rid of the poison from his system.
And that was because Mr. Wangley had added something extra inside.
“Now that’s music to my ears.” Quentin secretly sighed in relief.
“I’m also done making my poison,” Dustin declared as he presented a bottle with a yellow–colored liquid inside.
A lot of steam emanated from the foul–smelling, hot liquid. It looked absolutely disgusting.
“W–what the fuck is that? It reeks!” Quentin sneered. He immediately covered his scrunched–up nose with his hands.
“While it might stink a bit, I promise you it tastes pretty good. Feel free to give it a go,” Dustin said casually as he pushed the bottle toward them.
“You can’t possibly be thinking of chickening out now, right, oh great Quentin Harmon?” Natasha pressed.
Quentin remained silent but turned to look at Mr. Wangley standing beside him, clearly hesitating.
“Relax, Mr. Harmon. I saw every ingredient this kid used clearly, so even if you ingest the poison, I can whip out an antidote for you in under three minutes!” Mr. Wangley assured confidently.
*Sounds great. Here we go!” Quentin exclaimed with his newfound courage. He then proceeded to pick up the bottle, pinch his nose, and down the whole bottle.
“Eugh!” Quentin gagged just as he downed the poison. It felt like it was about to come back out again.
Not only did it reek, but it also tasted bitter, rancid, and disgusting all at the same time.
It felt as if he had just eaten a pile of shit. It was an extremely unpleasant experience.
“Uh uh, it won’t count if you spit it out!” Dustin reminded.
“You-“Quentin gritted his teeth. He had no other choice but to swallow everything back down with a flushed face.
It’d be a waste to spit everything out after all that effort of drinking it in the first place.
“What exactly did you add inside? How come it stinks so much?” There was a “lingering‘ taste in his mouth and teeth that refused to go away.
“Oh, nothing much. Just some golden juice,” Dustin said flatly.
The moment he revealed it, Mr. Wangley’s face contorted with shock.
Even Jessica, who had been sitting at the side all this while, raised an eyebrow upon hearing that.
““Golden juice“? What the fuck is that?” Quentin probed, feeling uneasy.
““Golden juice“, or “golden liquid‘ or ‘fecal fluid‘, it basically just means “human excrement” in layman’s terms,” Dustin explained with a small grin.
“WHAT? HUMAN EXCREMENT?”