My Dreamy Old Husband

Frantically, Stanley went through the dead bodies spread out all over the floor. Seeing the bullet shells scattered around, he tried his best to suppress his urge to throw up while he tried to find someone who was still alive.

From the broken parts of the bodies, he found the emblem of the Mitchells on them and he reckoned that the people who were dead were all from the Mitchells.

Men from the Mitchells! Stanley began flipping through the dead bodies like a mad man and from the dismembered parts, he finally found one which was complete and covered in blood. When he saw that person, he felt that the sky had collapsed and was speechless for a long while from the shock.

Still dressed in the white shirt from earlier when they parted ways, Sean’s shirt was now drenched red, just as his face, and his eyes were shut tightly as he lay among the pile of dead bodies, not moving an inch.

Frowning, Abel stepped into the sea of dismembered bodies, finding this scene to be highly familiar. Six years ago, his team of well-equipped elites were ready to attack with a comprehensive plan to capture the Phantom Wolf and get rid of the remaining forces.

Initially, they thought that they could crush them with one blow; little did they know that what awaited them was a massacre.

The craftiness and brutality of the other party was beyond their imagination. With his own eyes, he witnessed his comrades falling one after another. People who were alive just a second ago became lifeless on the ground in a blink of an eye, including his beloved wife.

Although he didn’t know if the people on the ground were Natasha’s or Sean’s, Abel knew that they were all from the Mitchells.

They faced their savage enemy without even thinking of surrendering, using their bodies as shields in what looked like an attempt to protect someone. As he walked in the blood-soaked mud, he was fully aware that he was stepping on the blood of his family with every step he took.

Despite the fact that he had left the Mitchells by faking his death, it was undeniable that the blood of the Mitchells still flowed in his veins. In that moment, he could feel the blood in him boiling as he saw red, a brutal look in his eyes. Reaching the middle of the bodies, he saw who the men were protecting—Sean and Natasha.

speak as Abel lowered himself to feel Sean’s pulse. Then, he patted Stanley on the shoulder and assured, “It’s alright, he’s still alive.

that Stanley snapped out of his daze and got men to carry Sean out so they could

after some rescue efforts. On the other hand,

the men he brought with him were dead, even Natasha’s men

than ten minutes ago, they were all alive and kicking. In order to protect himself and Natasha, they had used their

sorrow, two streams of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, they had turned bloodshot. Gripping Stanley’s hand

was filled with unprecedented heroism and resoluteness. “Stan, I’m sorry that I was

say such silly things at a time like this! It’s already a miracle that you’re alive!” Just a couple of minutes ago,

Natasha, so that she would release Sophia if I brought her the amulet. Originally, she had agreed that she wouldn’t hurt Sophia as long as I gave up

a group of men suddenly barged in… Their weapons were beyond our expectations and they even wanted to kill all of us after taking Sophia away… Stan, I saw that man. He

Sean’s story, Abel hurried down to the basement and saw that Michael was already there. Upon rushing out of the car, Michael had gone straight for the basement where Sophia

The enemy had used machine guns and the bullet shells piled

like a bunch of mad men; with such strong weapons, they could easily turn everyone into mincemeat! As he stepped on the floor littered with bullet shells, blood and shredded flesh, Michael

seen this before, it reminded him of a scene buried deeply into the back

battlefield and was looking for his sister, Celine, within a pile of bodies.

walls in the basement were pierced through! Their aim was not only to

he breathed a sigh of relief. At least