Chapter 115

  "WHAT? HUMAN EXCREMENT?" As soon as Quentin heard this,

he immediately started dry heaving next to Dustin. But since the poison

was already in his stomach, he couldn't spit it out even if he wanted to,

his face flushed red instead. Before this, the phrase 'eat shit' had only

been a suggestion, but he couldn't believe that it had actually happened

to him. "I didn't expect Dustin to be so heartless by forcing our cousin

to eat shit. How is he going to eat anything else from now on?" Ruth

commented as she covered her nose with her hands. She then started to

move away from them with a look of disgust. "For all the shit he spews

out from his mouth, I think this is a most fitting punishment." Natasha

couldn't help but add fuel to the fire too. "How dare you trick me, you

little bastard!" Quentin roared as he raised his head. His expression

darkened and his gaze was murderous. He had never been humiliated this

badly in all his life. "Since we were tasked with making poison, I had

the freedom to choose my own recipe, so I was allowed to add any

ingredient I saw fit inside, no?" Dustin stated matter–of–factly. "Good,

good! You've got some nerve, don't you?" Quentin shouted, his face

contorted with anger. "I can't wait to see you begging at my feet later

once the poison kicks into your system!" "We'll certainly see who will be

the one who gets down on their knees later. Now, you'd better ask the

people around you whether they can cure the poison I made or not." Dustin

grinned. "Give me the antidote now, Mr. Wangley!" Quentin urged. He

certainly didn't want his high–class body to suffer any more damage.

"Calm down, Mr. Harmon. Let me take a look at you first," Mr. Wangley

picked up the bottle with the rest of the poison and brought it close to

his nose to smell it. Then, he dipped his finger into the remaining

liquid and placed a drop on the tip of his tongue to taste it. "Here I

was beginning to think it was some kind of potent poison. Who would've

guessed that it was Venenum Insectum all along?" Mr. Wangley chuckled. It

seemed he had found his answer. ""Venenum Insectum'? What's that?"

Quentin asked. "Venenum Insectum' is a poison that's made from seven

types of venomous organisms. They're first ground into a fine powder,

then mixed together. If I'm not mistaken, the organisms in question are

snakes, scorpions, toads, centipedes, spiders, poisonous bees, and fire

ants," Mr. Wangley explained with confidence. "Are you for real? You got

all that from tasting one small droplet?" Ruth asked incredulously. 1/4

Chapter 115 If he had the skills to figure out Dustin's

recipe like that, that would mean that he was pretty much an expert as

well. "As expected of a poison master, you clearly are an expert in your

field," Dustin remarked with a smile. He had to admit that Mr. Wangley

was indeed talented, but it was a shame that he was so close yet so far

once again, mistaking his concoction for Venenum Insectum instead of

Venenum Insectim. The golden juice was merely added in for extra flavor.

"Will you stop spewing nonsense to yourself already, Mr. Wangley? Hurry

up and make me an antidote. My stomach is starting to hurt again."

Quentin whined as he clutched his abdomen with a strained look. His

stomach had begun to churn again two minutes later. "Wait for me while I

whip up an antidote for you, Mr. Harmon." Mr. Wangley swiftly started

preparing an antidote with the ingredients that remained. "H–Hurry up!

It's getting more and more painful by the second!" Quentin howled in

pain. The longer time went on, he felt as if there was a knife inside his

abdomen that kept stabbing his insides. He started to break out in a cold

sweat. In the meantime, Dustin looked absolutely fine and showed no

abnormal symptoms, so much so that he managed to sip his tea leisurely.

"H–how are you not affected?" Quentin stuttered, visibly taken aback.

Dustin had drunk the poison first, so why was it that he seemed like he

wasn't affected by it in the slightest? "I've already gotten rid of the

poison in my system. So, how could I still be affected?" "You've already

concocted an antidote? But how? You didn't do anything!" Quentin spat in

disbelief. "That's not for you to worry about. Why don't you focus on

your case first? Like what you're going to do if the person standing next

to you can't cure the poison," Dustin suggested with mock concern. "The

poison I conjured up was a rough one, by the way. It'll induce searing

pain first, and if you fail to obtain the antidote within three hours,

then it'll tear through your guts and intestines and cause you to die a

horrible death!" "What!" Quentin gasped and panicked. His stomach was

already hurting badly before this, but after receiving a scare from

Dustin, it seemed to hurt even more. "I've got the antidote for you, Mr.

Harthon!" Mr. Wangley announced as he brought a vial of white liquid over

to him in the nick of time. Without any hesitation, Quentin downed the

whole thing in one gulp.. As soon as the antidote landed in his stomach,

he immediately felt better. However, after enduring the pain for a few

seconds, he vomited all the white liquid out of his system. 2/4 CS

CamScanner Chapter 115 "What are you doing, Mr. Harmon? You just threw up

the antidote!" Mr. Wangley exclaimed in surprise. "I–I couldn't help it.

I really couldn't hold it in!" Quentin whined helplessly. "You could even

stomach eating shit, so why can't you do the same for the antidote?" Mr.

Wangley scolded, flabbergasted. "Cut the crap! Hurry up and prepare

another dose, I'll make sure to hold it in this time round," Quentin

shouted as his face twitched. Mr. Wangley had no choice but to do as he

was told. Soon, he'd finished whipping up another dose, and Quentin

wasted no time ingesting it. This time, he managed to hold it in. "My

stomach still hurts like hell, Mr. Wangley. Why haven't the effects

kicked in yet?" Quentin complained with a strained look on his face. "It

can't be, the main ingredients to make an antidote for Venenum Insectum

are forsythia, lotus root, and white creepers. Then, it just needs to be

supplemented with a few herbs and heated up, to be able to detoxify the

poison. Perhaps the effects of the antidote haven't kicked in yet, so

I'll need you to wait a little while longer," Mr. Wangley comforted.

Quentin nodded and forced himself to endure the severe pain for a few

more minutes. His face even started contorting to reflect the

indescribable pain he was feeling as time went on. "Mr. Wangley! I don't

think this was the right antidote! Not only did it do nothing to ease the

pain, but it also hurts even more now!" Quentin shouted through gritted

teeth and continued to be drenched in sweat. "How could this be?" Mr.

Wangley stepped forward to check Quentin's pulse. "D–don't tell me this

isn't Venenum Insectum?" Mr. Wangley exclaimed. "Huh? Then what about the

antidote that you gave me just now?" Quentin roared in anger. "What else

did you put in your poison, you bastard? I clearly saw you add venomous

creepy crawlies inside!" Mr. Wangley turned around and questioned. "The

kind of ingredients I used isn't the main focus here. The real question

should be whether you can get rid of the poison or not," Dustin said

indifferently. "You played dirty, didn't you? So be it! Even if this ends

up in a tie, as long as you hand me the antidote. I'll give you the

antidote for the Devil's Elixir!" Mr. Wangley proposed as he made the

decision to be the bigger person. If he'd concocted the poison using a

different recipe, then he would need to take the time to analyze it

properly. But now that Quentin was writhing in pain, he didn't have the

luxury to take his time. It would be bad for him too if his source of

income were to disappear just like that. "You want the antidote, don't

you? Fine." A cocky grin spread on Dustin's face. "According to what you

said to me earlier, I want the same back from you. I want you to kneel

down before me 34 Chapter 115 and admit defeat. After that,

I'll give you the antidote." The second he finished his sentence, Quentin

and Mr. Wangley's expressions changed.