Chapter 1111 Hostage of Pride
Garrett chuckled coldly, “Open your eyes wide and look around. They’re all my people. If you dare to act out, I guarantee you’ll be riddled with bullets like a hornet’s nest!”
“Dustin, bullets don’t discriminate, so why don’t you surrender gracefully?” smugly said Nakamura.
The people from the Dragonmarsh still had their old habits, always bickering amongst themselves. Of course, this was the situation he hoped to see.
“Dustin, if you don’t want to die, you better surrender right now, or you’ll regret it!” gloated Vivian and her crew.
“Garrett, you’re playing with fire,” warned Dustin with a stern face. “In respect to the old general, I don’t want to harm anyone. If you all leave now, I can pretend nothing happened. But if you insist on protecting the Kingdom of the Golden Phoenix folks, don’t blame me for not being polite.”
“Not polite? Haha…” Garrett chuckled, looking at Dustin like he was a fool. “Dustin, what do you think you are? You dare threaten me here? Believe me, with just a word from me, I can make you disappear!”
After saying that, he lightly snapped his fingers. The next second, all the armed soldiers behind him immediately aimed their guns at Dustin.
“Now, I command you to kneel!” Garrett said arrogantly, raising his head and pointing down, as if he had everything under control.
“What did you say?” Dustin replied expressionlessly.
“Are you deaf? I told you to kneel…” Garrett’s words were cut short as Dustin suddenly reached out and grabbed his face, lifting it up. Garrett’s face contorted like it was covered by a giant spider’s web, and his words were all muffled.
Because of the force used, his whole face became distorted.
“Damn!” the crowd exclaimed in shock and then grew furious. However, no one dared to act recklessly while Garrett was being held hostage.
“I can take your life as easily as picking something from my pocket. What makes you think you can make me kneel?” Dustin held Garrett with one hand, his eyes cold and frightening.
Sometimes, the enemy wasn’t to blame, because of differing perspectives. The real culprits were those who worshipped foreigners and bowed to them.
“Dustin! You’re committing a crime and provoking the General’s reataliation” Garrett threatened with a pained expression. “I warn you, release me now, or you’ll pay with your life!”
“As a descendant of the General’s family, you’re nothing but a spineless wimp. You really bring shame to your family. Since your father failed to teach you, I’ll educate you myself!” Dustin said as he suddenly punched Garrett in the abdomen.
Garrett let out a miserable scream, curling up like a shrimp, and the dinner he had just eaten came right back out. But just as it reached his mouth, Dustin’s hand forcefully pushed it back in.
Unable to swallow or vomit it out, he coughed violently, his face turning red, clearly in great discomfort.
“I… I’ll kill you! I’ll definitely kill you!” Garrett hissed through clenched teeth, his face contorted in hatred, nothing like the calm and composed demeanor he had before.
“Is that so?” Dustin sneered, one hand still holding Garrett’s face while the other relentlessly delivered punches to his abdomen, like beating a drum.
One punch after another, hammering his stomach relentlessly, Garrett screamed in agony, convulsing and even losing control of his bladder.
He had completely lost his composure.