My Dreamy Old Husband

Mark kept ranting and raving while Sophia slumped in her wheelchair, motionless and silent.

Michael abruptly chased after them. While the Phantom Wolf members were all looking at him, Sophia suddenly whipped up from her slumped position in the wheelchair and flung a shiny item at one of the Phantom Wolf members. It quickly flew past his neck, leaving a long, red gash on it. By the time the pain hit him, he had already fallen to his knees weakly, his neck having been sliced open by Sophia.

That member had been holding Sophia’s detonator when she suddenly leaped up nimbly and killed him despite being paralyzed. Now that he was dead, the detonator fell to the ground.

Everyone instinctively braced their heads for cover. They had only one thought in mind——that they were all about to die!

The blade sunk into the man’s chest. He reflexively reached up to touch it. Having lost his grip on the detonator, it began to fall to the ground.

Sophia charged over to grab the detonator and shoved it into Mark’s hands. She then kicked Mark’s wheelchair, sending it careening into the distance.

Everything was over in a blink of an eye. By the time everyone realized that the bomb hadn’t blown up, two Phantom Wolf members were already down, and Mark had been sent far away from his initial position. Sophia still had her leg raised from when she kicked the wheelchair.

Joel rushed over and immediately caught hold of Mark’s wheelchair, and the bomb experts nearby quickly swarmed over to defuse the bomb. Meanwhile, Michael hurried over to Sophia.

Sophia’s head was empty. Her mind kept buzzing as she stared at Mark, who seemed to be yelling about something after she had kicked him away. Michael was shouting as well as he charged over. She reached out for Michael, but right that moment, a suffocating force pressed itself into her neck. Her legs suddenly left the ground; Quinton had her in his clutches.

Quinton didn’t waste his breath as he dragged her back into the cargo hold, to which the door was already closing. The plane was ready for takeoff and was already taxiing while slowly gaining speed.

Michael immediately chased after them, but the door to the cargo hold was gradually being pulled up as he neared the plane. Linus didn’t manage to chase after them. Instead, he turned his head to watch the bomb experts defuse the bomb strapped to Mark. He then looked at the plane that he couldn’t possibly catch up to before turning around to help defuse the bomb.

was the one that manufactured that bomb,

sped up and would be leaving the ground anytime soon. Miraculously, Michael had caught up to the Phantom Wolf in the cargo hold, having managed to get in before the door could close. The Phantom Wolf

backup toppled over as one before they reflexively looked for a place to steady themselves and aimed at Michael in an attempt

rushing over from behind, brandishing a long, thick weapon in hand

the Phantom Wolf had his strength and reflexes boosted by various serums, his head was just like any other ordinary person’s no matter how much extra help

behind, sending him deeper into the plane. With that, Michael quickly grabbed Sophia and rolled out of it. As soon as they escaped the plane, the

that they might not live through this. He tightened his hold on Sophia,

only one of

short moment of time, Sophia forgot about everything. She couldn’t recall anything—not the Phantom Wolf, not Linus, not anyone. All she could think about was Michael. She held onto him tightly; even if they were

it didn’t hurt like he thought it would. He was the first one to land; even if

the surface, sinking into the ground before springing away from the rebound. The two of them whirled through the air before

This time, it hurt…

realized that he was lying on the grassy lawn of the airfield. His

up in the sky when Joel, Linus, and

set up. They had fallen onto that cushion earlier and bounced off of it

lifted his head to see the jumping cushion being deflated, and it took some time before it could be put away. A figure then approached them from the darkness. As the figure neared them, its silhouette became clearer; by the time the figure came to a stop, they could see that it

a pat

Sophia—the invisible

been altered that day and was capable of turning into any color. Sophia simply thought that Nicholas looked good, but she didn’t realize that this

arms around Michael,