"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..." The man whose hand was being stepped on wailed in pain. Dustin kept his foot firmly on the man's hand, but his gaze was fixed on me. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, but my phone's a goner," I said, prompting Dustin to look at the shattered smartphone on the ground.

"Mr. Wagner, Mr. Wagner..." Larson hurried over, his hands outstretched as if wanting to pull Dustin away but not daring to touch him, just stretching awkwardly.

"Dad, it really hurts," the man on the ground reached out to Larson with his other hand.

That call of "dad" made everything clear to me. No wonder this jerk was acting so tough; he had his old man backing him up.

"Mr. Wagner, could you please let my son go?" Larson pleaded with Dustin.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his son let out an even more agonizing scream.

"Mr. Wagner, Mr. Wagner," Larson was visibly distressed, practically spinning in place.

Dustin ignored him, instead turning Deborah. "Have someone bring over a new phone."

Deborah, now his assistant, nodded immediately and looked at me. "We'll get the latest Pro model..."

need for you to give me

nodded, "Yes,

gestured to someone

take it. Who knows if there might be some virus or spyware installed

gestured to the employee who had been hit to

immediately agreed, "We apologize and are willing to compensate, whatever it

compensation do you want?" I looked at the injured

seemed too shocked by the situation to say anything, so I spoke up, "Compensation is due, of course, but we also need to return the favor." Larson's eyes

you mean, no? An eye for an eye," I

Larson

'the

who Dustin was; otherwise, he wouldn't

that Dustin

this was to discipline

Dustin

the boy's hand, O threatening further

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