“Whoever wants the drink can have it, but it’s not going to be me.” Dustin remained unfazed by the comments and derogatory remarks hurled his way.
“Well, that’s not up to you!” Dylan’s expression turned cold. “Boys, make him drink it!”
“Yes, sir!” The two adjutants immediately went up to Dustin, ready to force the drink down his throat
“Buzz off!”
With two backhanded slaps, Dustin sent the two adjutants sprawling on the ground, blood streaming from their noses and their teeth broken. They scrambled to get back up but failed miserably.
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