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.