Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys

Chapter 1111

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. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“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.