An Understated Dominance - Chapter 115

“WHAT? HUMAN EXCREMENT?”

Quentin couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He immediately started dry heaving next to Dustin. The poison was already in his stomach, so he couldn’t spit it out even if he wanted to; his face turned bright red instead.

Before this, the phrase ‘eat shit’ had only been an insult, but now it felt all too real.

“I can’t believe Dustin would be so cruel as to make our cousin eat this!” Ruth exclaimed, covering her nose with her hands. She stepped away from them, clearly disgusted.

“For all the nonsense he talks, this seems like a fitting punishment,” Natasha added, not helping the situation at all.

“How could you trick me, you little brat!” Quentin shouted, his anger boiling over. His expression darkened, and he shot a furious glare at Dustin.

He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

“Since we were making poison, I got to choose my own recipe. I could add whatever ingredients I wanted,” Dustin said casually.

“Oh, you’ve got guts, don’t you?” Quentin yelled, his face twisted with rage. “I can’t wait until you’re begging for mercy when the poison takes effect!”

“We’ll see who’s begging later. You should probably ask around to find out if anyone can cure the poison I made,” Dustin replied with a grin.

“Give me the antidote now, Mr. Wangley!” Quentin demanded, desperate to save his high-class body from any more damage.

“Calm down, Mr. Harmon. Let me check you first,” Mr. Wangley said, picking up the bottle with the remaining poison and bringing it closer to his nose to smell it. Then, he dipped…

Mr. Wangley dipped his finger into the leftover liquid and tasted a drop.

“At first, I thought it was some kind of strong poison. Who would have guessed it was Venenum Insectum all along?” he chuckled, pleased to have found his answer.

“Venenum Insectum? What’s that?” Quentin asked, curious.

“Venenum Insectum is a poison made from seven different venomous creatures. They’re ground into a fine powder and mixed together. If I remember correctly, those creatures are snakes, scorpions, toads, centipedes, spiders, poisonous bees, and fire ants,” Mr. Wangley explained confidently.

“Are you serious? You figured all that out just from tasting a tiny drop?” Ruth asked, surprised.

If Mr. Wangley could deduce Dustin’s recipe so easily, it showed that he was quite the expert.

“As expected of a poison master, you clearly know your stuff,” Dustin said with a smile.

He had to admit that Mr. Wangley was talented, but it was unfortunate that he had mistaken his mixture for Venenum Insectum instead of Venenum Insectim. The golden juice was just there for extra flavor.

“Enough of your rambling, Mr. Wangley! Please make me an antidote. My stomach is starting to hurt again,” Quentin complained, gripping his abdomen with a pained expression.

His stomach began to churn just two minutes later.

“Just hold on while I prepare an antidote for you, Mr. Harmon,” Mr. Wangley said as he quickly gathered the remaining ingredients.

“F–Faster! It’s getting worse!” Quentin cried out in agony.

With each passing second, it felt like there was a knife inside his stomach.

Quentin felt a sharp pain in his abdomen that made him sweat coldly. Meanwhile, Dustin appeared completely unfazed, sipping his tea as if nothing was wrong.

“How are you not affected?” Quentin asked, his voice shaky with surprise. After all, Dustin had drunk the poison first, so why did he seem fine?

“I’ve already gotten rid of the poison in my body. Why would I still be affected?” Dustin replied casually.

“You made an antidote already? But how? You didn’t do anything!” Quentin exclaimed, disbelief written all over his face.

“That’s not your concern. You should focus on your own situation. What will you do if the person next to you can’t help you with the poison?” Dustin said with a teasing tone.

“The poison I created is very strong. It’ll cause intense pain first. If you don’t get the antidote within three hours, it will eat through your insides and lead to a terrible death!” he added.

“What!” Quentin gasped, panic rising in his chest. The pain in his stomach intensified, especially after hearing Dustin’s words.

Just then, Mr. Wangley appeared, holding a vial of white liquid. “I have the antidote for you, Mr. Harthon!” he said, arriving just in time.

Without thinking twice, Quentin gulped down the entire vial. Almost instantly, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. But after a few moments of feeling better, he suddenly vomited the white liquid back up.

“What are you doing, Mr. Harmon? You just threw up the antidote!” Mr. Wangley exclaimed in shock.

“Antidote!” Mr. Wangley shouted in surprise.

“I—I couldn’t help it! I really couldn’t hold it in!” Quentin complained, looking desperate.

“You could eat anything, so why can’t you take the antidote?” Mr. Wangley asked, baffled.

“Enough! Just make me another dose. I promise I’ll keep it down this time!” Quentin yelled, his face twitching.

Reluctantly, Mr. Wangley agreed and quickly prepared another dose. Quentin wasted no time swallowing it.

This time, he managed to keep it down.

“Mr. Wangley, my stomach still hurts so much! Why isn’t it working yet?” Quentin grimaced, his face twisted in pain.

“The main ingredients for an antidote to Venenum Insectum are forsythia, lotus root, and white creepers. I added some herbs and heated it up to detoxify the poison. Maybe the effects just need a little longer,” Mr. Wangley reassured him.

Quentin nodded, trying to endure the intense pain. As time passed, his face contorted even more with discomfort.

“Mr. Wangley! This antidote isn’t working! It’s not only doing nothing, but it hurts even more!” Quentin yelled through clenched teeth, sweating profusely.

“How could this happen?” Mr. Wangley said, stepping closer to check Quentin’s pulse.

“D—don’t tell me this isn’t Venenum Insectum?” Mr. Wangley exclaimed in shock.

“What? Then what was the antidote you just gave me?” Quentin shouted angrily.

“What else did you put in your poison? I saw you add those venomous bugs!” Mr. Wangley accused.

Dustin turned around and asked, “The type of ingredients I used isn’t what matters here. The real question is, can you get rid of the poison or not?”

Mr. Wangley replied, “You played dirty, didn’t you? That’s fine! Even if this ends up in a tie, if you give me the antidote, I’ll give you the antidote for the Devil’s Elixir!” He decided to take the high road.

If he had used a different recipe for the poison, he would have needed time to analyze it. But with Quentin in such pain, he couldn’t afford to wait. Losing his source of income would be a big problem for him.

“You want the antidote, right? Fine.” A cocky grin appeared on Dustin’s face. “But first, I want something from you. You need to kneel down and admit defeat. Then I’ll give you the antidote.”

As soon as he said this, both Quentin and Mr. Wangley’s faces changed.