My Dreamy Old Husband

The members of Fletcher Family stared at Quinton with ugly expressions. This man had a longstanding blood feud with the Fletchers. Although they, more or less, entered a truce and were in the process of making peace with each other, he was still a killer. Good and evil could never coexist—not since the beginning of time!

Still, Quinton came and said, “If you want to find where a killer is hiding, it’s best to rely on another killer. You will never find him by yourselves.”

Stanley coldly said, “Are you really that nice to help us?”

Quinton shrugged. “Of course, I’m not that nice. It’s just that Blade is the second-best in the world. As the best in the world, I have a lot of pressure on me. Therefore, I can’t wait for him to die. Assisting you in capturing Blade is nothing more than getting rid of my competition.”

Sure enough; only a killer could find another killer’s hiding spot.

“Blade is a white man. Most Cethosians can’t tell a white person and a black person apart. Knowing this, he would surely use this to his advantage.” When Quinton heard how Stanley had been going about searching for Blade, he analyzed the situation. “You’ve been searching in several inconspicuous places, as well as smaller clinics and hospitals, thinking that he would be hiding in a corner licking his wounds. However, Blade cherishes his life very much. He will never go to such unknown clinics.”

Stanley was silent. In their experience, most desperate people would look for shady and unmonitored small clinics nearby. No wonder we couldn’t find him. It turns out we had the wrong idea all along.

range. “Go to some of the large hospitals and high-end private clinics in the center of Bayside City. Perhaps you might

this point, anything was fine as long as he could kill Blade. When Quinton saw Stanley accepting his suggestion so easily,

self-righteous, smart, and capable. However, he did not choose the path his family and his natural talent had chosen for him. Despite being a rare, gold-level sniper in Bayside City, he had resolutely chosen to withdraw

and had their understanding. Even if he had chosen a career nobody liked, he would

location Blade was suspected to be hiding in. They found a place where there were many credible suspects. A high-end private medical center in Bayside City had accepted a medical doctorate who came to

Quinton confidently affirmed. Killers usually disguised themselves as medical doctorates—just

points, blood vessels, internal organs, and whatnot. By accident, they could almost receive a medical degree. Besides, they needed a public identity to hide their identity as killers. A career as a doctor was the perfect disguise as both killers and doctors had the same stench of blood around them.

Stanley was still extremely wary. He was particularly wary of Quinton. He didn’t know whether Quinton would suddenly act up and do something terrible. Hence, they chose to perform their operation during the day. After all, the time when killers were most relaxed and unguarded was

and went freely in broad daylight. Thus, Stanley’s actions had to be carried out in secret. They could not cause large-scale public panic nor be reported on the news. If they caused

could not make everybody leave in advance, lest they made Blade suspicious of their movements. Therefore, they hacked into the clinic’s system in advance, found the appointment list, and intercepted all the

gave some tactical guidance; he did not personally participate in the operation. Instead, he stood outside and watched as the members of the Fletcher Family

this time around. The Fletchers had dispatched the elites of the family who were highly experienced in combat. Coupled with the fact that Blade was still recuperating in the hospital room after undergoing surgery, killing