Chapter: 494
“Hmph, it’s all that damn Dustin’s fault! How could he hurt my brother so badly? I’m going to rip him to shreds! * Tina grumbled fiercely.
“Wait a minute
Rowan paused.
“Did you just say Dustin hurt your brother?”
“That’s right! It was that animal!” Tina nodded heavily.
When Rowan heard that, his face darkened, and he said coldly, “Based on my observation, your brother cannot be treated. He’ll just be a cripple for the rest of his life. You should hope for the best. Farewell!”
With that, he left with his medical kit.
Both father and daughter looked at each other, unable to understand what had just gone down.
What the fuck just happened?
He’d been very pleasant earlier, so why did his demeanor change in a blink of an eye?
Were all miracle doctors this moody?
As Rowan walked out of the Hummer Villa, he didn’t forget to turn around and spit on the ground, cursing.”
How dare you ask me to treat your family after you wronged my savior? Eat shit!”
At the drill ground of a military base. Dustin had been chained to a pillar by several thick chains made of darksteel, which was extremely malleable yet also durable. The blazing sun shone down on him, and he was surrounded by a troop of armed forces. They scrutinized his every action warily.
Dustin didn’t seem bothered by it. He merely allowed himself to remain chained, looking poker–faced. His calmness surprised the soldiers–any ordinary person would’ve peed their pants long ago. It seemed there was something special about him.
“So, you’re Dustin Rhys?” At this moment, a man in a deputy general’s uniform walked over with a troop of soldiers behind him. He had a beer belly and a round face.
“Don’t tell me you captured me without even knowing who I am,” Dustin said coolly.
“Cut the crap! Answer the general’s question!” one of the military officers roared.
“Fine. Yes, I’m Dustin Rhys.”
“Good, good. The man nodded.
“Since we didn’t get the wrong guy, let’s start by giving him 50 military whips. It’ll also act as a deterrent to others like him.”
The military officers with him subconsciously winced at his words. Military whips weren’t the same as normal whips–an ordinary person would faint from three to five military whips; ten were enough to make one feel like one had a foot in the grave. If one were fortunate enough to survive 20 whips, they’d probably have to spend the rest of their life in a wheelchair. As for 50 whips. No one had survived it thus far. It looked like he was out for Dustin’s life!
“Hold on,” Dustin suddenly said.
“You're going to whip me without asking a single question?”
“Are you a general, aren't you? Don’t you think it's a little against protocol to—"