Chapter 1211-1220

My Dreamy Old Husband Chapter 1212

Over the years, the killers under him had various aftereffects. Some of them became paralyzed; some of them had an epileptic fit like Sandra, and some of the others’ brains had slowly deteriorated to a primal state. Others even had red rashes erupting all over their bodies before they died without any warning. Since no one knew what their aftereffects were, things spiraled out of control.

Fear and panic spread like wildfire in Phantom Wolf. Ever since the disappearance of their boss, Quinton, Phantom Wolf had no choice but to disband; its remaining members were scattered everywhere. There was also a large number of unused stimulants that were divided among the members of Phantom Wolf.

The sports world loved these stimulants—not only was it undetectable during urine tests, but it also enhanced the body’s ability to its highest potential. Since their useless boss had run away, Phantom Wolf members sold off several million boxes of the stimulants at a discounted price for their retirement fund. No one knew what their next fate would be, so this group of heartless assassins finally got what they deserved.

When Quinton ran away to Cethos, he also secretly brought along a batch of medicine and hid it in his secret hideout. He wanted to show them to Linus to see if the medicine could relieve his symptoms. However, the sales of the stimulant were doing so well that all the sportsmen from different countries were demanding for it; there were even some buyers in Cethos. Quinton also wanted to buy a mink coat for himself—since he didn’t have much money on him and Michael wouldn’t buy it for him, he…

“How dare you sell the stimulants in Bayside City! Are you out of your mind?!” Michael was furious as he questioned and banged Quinton’s door, but there was no reply from the inside.

Michael never expected Quinton to commit crimes right under his nose. By the time he arrived at Quinton’s secret hideout, the stimulants had been completely sold out. Since he couldn’t find any traces of the fake drugs, he couldn’t figure out if Quinton had any other accomplices too. There must be another accomplice. Otherwise, he couldn’t have sold the medicine to Sandra!