Chapter 558

"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.

"Holy shit! The guy's getting violent!" The onlookers were startled and enraged by what they saw. Assaulting military personnel was a major offense, and when the situation called for it, they were authorized to use their guns.

"You've got a death wish, you bastard!" Dylan finally had it when he saw the two adjutants being slapped. He swiftly threw a punch at Dustin's face. As a high-ranking commander of the Dark Panther Cavalry, it went without