Chapter 1342

"Don't worry, Eleanor, we're just having fun. We won't do anything to him," Ezra soothed.

"Hmph! You'd better not!" Eleanor frowned but held herself back

She was just worried that she might hurt Dustin if she acted rashly.

"Hey Crock, is he truly under your control now?" one of the ladies asked.

"Of course!" Sheehan grinned arrogantly.

"He's nothing more than a walking corpse now. He doesn't feel pain and won't have any memories of what's happening.

"He will do whatever I ask without questioning and never remember doing it after this."

"Really? Well, can you get him to hit himself, then?" the lady asked eagerly.

"Sure."

Sheehan smirked as he turned to Dustin and ordered, "Now, slap yourself across the face with your hand."

"Sheehan! You—" Eleanor was just about to stop them, but Dustin had already lifted his hand.

Then, under the astonished looks of everyone present, he slapped Sheehan.

The slap sent Sheehan staggering backward. He felt the world spinning, and blood bega