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Chapter 114 - Chapter 114

After reaching an agreement on both sides, the atmosphere

instantly became tense. Dustin and Mr. Wangley had their subordinates

purchase some medicine for them. The plan was that the two of them would

concoct poisons on the spot and down them together at the same time. As

for who would win, that would have to depend on their respective skills.

"Do you think Dustin's going to make it, Sis? What if he gets poisoned to

death instead?" Ruth voiced out anxiously. "Well, since he agreed to it

in the first place, I suppose this means he's confident that he can win.

Have some faith in the guy." Natasha assured with a straight face.

Although she looked calm on the outside, she felt uneasy on the inside.

If it were possible, she'd rather Dustin straight–up admit defeat. "You

can say that, but Dustin's only proficient in medicine. Surely he can't

beat Mr. Wangley in terms of his experience in the field of poison

research," Ruth murmured while shaking her head. There were many

subfields in the field of medicine, with each subfield being vastly

different from one to the other. So, how can an amateur compete with a

professional? Compared to the two sisters' worries, Jessica felt

secondhand embarrassment for Dustin as she sat at the side. She wasn't

sure if she should label Dustin as arrogant or stupid to agree to compete

with a master of poison at making poisons. Then again, she was still

amused that things managed to get to this point. If Dustin loses, he'll

either be dead or crippled, which would mean that she wouldn't need to

expend so much energy thinking about her daughter's marriage anymore. "I

would advise you to drop out of the competition while you can, Mr. Boy

Toy; else, when the poison kicks in your system, you might not even get

the chance to regret your decision anymore!" Quentin pressed. "To be

frank, I have to commend you for your bravery as well. To think that

you're willing to put your life in someone else's hands. I don't suppose

you ever thought that if ever the old man loses, the one who might kick

the bucket is you?" Dustin pointed out flatly. "Ridiculous! Mr. Wangley

has been researching poisons for many years now, so how could he possibly

lose? You'll see how great he is later!" Quentin gave a bark of laughter.

Dustin merely let out a short chuckle and said nothing more in response.

A few moments later, the subordinates the two of them sent to purchase

medicine for them entered through the front doors hurriedly. CS

CamScanner Immediately after retrieving the goods, Mr. Wangley started

concocting his polson at lightning speed. His movements were so fast that

it was enough to make one's head spin. In the meantime, Dustin took his

time with it and did everything at his own pace. After a long while, Mr.

Wangley had finished concocting his polson, which appeared to be a bottle

of viscous, black liquid. One could even smell a faint scent of dead fish

watting out of it. "I'm done with my poisons, Mr. Boy Toy. Dare to put it

down the hatch?" Quentin taunted as he placed the bottle on the table and

provocatively glared at him. Anyone with a discerning eye could

definitely see that the black potion in front of them was highly

poisonous. This meant that anyone who ingested it would surely be in

danger! "What say we just forget about this whole thing. Dustin? It's

obvious that anyone who drinks this will surely die!" Ruth pleaded,

clearly upset. Natasha, who was standing beside her, also couldn't help

but ball up her fists. "It's just polson. There's nothing to worry

about." Dustin grinned before picking up the bottle and downing the

entire thing in one swig. His swift but confident motion caused Quentin

to freeze. "Was this punk actually not afraid of death?" He thought to

himself. "How are you feeling?" Natasha hurriedly probed. "Well, my mouth

feels bitter from the aftertaste, but all in all, the taste is fine."

Dustin evaluated. Natasha was speechless at his reply. The corners of her

mouth started twitching. "Did you think that I was asking you about the

taste?" She thought to herself incredulously. "You don't have to put up a

front if it's too much for you to bear, young man. You just need to bow

down to Mr. Harmon and admit your mistakes if you want me to save you,"

Mr. Wangley said amusedly. "Your 'poison" is mildly toxic at best,"

Dustin replied while smacking his lips a few times. "If I'm not mistaken,

what you just conjured up is the Devil's Elixir, right? It's a good

poison of choice, but it's a shame you used the wrong ingredients for it.

What you should've used was aconite instead of epiphyllum. Although both

of their medical properties are similar, there are still a few minor

differences between them. This is one determining factor of what makes a

poison so potent," he explained. "Huh? How did you know? Did you peek at

me while I was concocting the mix just now?" Mr. Wangley gasped as his

expression warped into pure shock. He was absolutely correct in deducing

that the poison he made was the Devil's Elixir, and that he had added

epiphyllum as one of the ingredients. "Was it even necessary to peek? I

could tell the moment I smelled it in the air." Dustin retorted. 2/4 CS

CamScanner "You used a total of five ingredients, namely strychnine,

Zeus' Vine, oranges, phyllanthus, and a sliver of Devil's grass. It's

such a shame that you were this close to making the perfect poison

though." The moment Dustin finished speaking, Mr. Wangley couldn't help

but break out in a shudder. To think that this punk could list out every

single one of the ingredients he'd used to make his poison. He'd be fine

if he had just told him that he peeked, but it was terrifying to think

that he could deduce everything just by smell alone! Even he felt that it

would take him light years to even get to this level! "What the hell

happened, Mr. Wangley? A few minutes have already passed, and yet he

hasn't reacted at all" Quentin thought to himself with some unease. *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. 711 Chapter 114 "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.