An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

At the drill ground of a military base. Dustin had been chained to a pillar by several thick chains made of darksteel, which was extremely malleable yet also durable. The blazing sun shone down on him, and he was surrounded by a troop of armed forces. They scrutinized his every action warily.

Dustin didn’t seem bothered by it. He merely allowed himself to remain chained, looking poker–faced. His calmness surprised the soldiers–any ordinary person would’ve peed their pants long ago. It seemed there was something special about him.

“So, you’re Dustin Rhys?” At this moment, a man in a deputy general’s uniform walked over with a troop of soldiers behind him. He had a beer belly and a round face.

“Don’t tell me you captured me without even knowing who I am,” Dustin said coolly.

“Cut the crap! Answer the general’s question!” one of the military officers roared.

“Fine. Yes, I’m Dustin Rhys.”

“Good, good. The man nodded. “Since we didn’t get the wrong guy, let’s start by giving him 50 military whips. It’ll also act as a deterrent to others like him.”

military whips; ten were enough to make one feel like one had a foot in the grave. If one

on,” Dustin suddenly said. “You’re

me without asking a single

think it’s

the only protocol to follow here–I’m the one who calls the shots over your life and death, you peasant. You don’t even

that means you’re gonna abuse

of guns aimed at you. Do you think you stand a chance

many guns doesn’t actually mean anything.” Dustin shook his

this when you’re on the brink of death! Whip him!” He

burly man walked over with a steel whip in hand. Salt water dripped

before you do anything else–who sent you here?” Dustin

“I bet you didn’t expect to end up in my hands,

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was between me and the Hummer family.