Chapter 3192 The Entire Police Station Is In Chaos

"The remaining potion? Do you still have it?"

Gerald was stunned, worried that he had failed his mission for using up all the medicine.

"| used it all.”

Amur frowned. "You used up a whole bottle?"

"| was afraid the mission would fail, so | added some to all the ingredients... " explained Gerald. Amur let out a cold snort. "You sure are ruthless."

Gerald, desperate to complete his mission, was trembling in fear yet ruthless in his actions. Abel would probably appreciate someone like him the most.

Gerald forced a smile and replied, "I had no choice. If they didn’t die, | would have died with them. | don't want to die, and my family still needs me to take care of them."

Amur did not listen to his excuses. "Give me the bottle."

"Here." Gerald took the bottle out of his pocket. If he had not been worried that the police might be able to trace it back to him, he would have tossed it in the trash immediately.

Fortunately, he thought ahead and kept it, or he would not have had it when Amur asked for it. Amur glanced at the empty bottle and remarked, "Completely empty. Impressive."

Gerald laughed awkwardly. Showing too much cruelty in front of Amur did not seem right, so he added, "I had no other choice. | was worried they wouldn't eat the salad, so | added a bit to all the ingredients."

Amur did not say anything.

Just an hour ago, this man was concerned about injuring the police. Now, he had added the potion to all the kitchen's ingredients without a second thought.

If he survived after being sent to the Island of Despair, he would undoubtedly become a formidable figure. Amur drove him back to the base.

The men there were surprised to see them return.

"He's still alive?"

“Amur, did you go easy on him?"

"He's crueler than any of you," Amur replied indifferently as he gave the men on the first floor a cold gaze.

Gerald looked at the men, their muscles bulging. He shuddered, thinking they could easily beat him so badly he would be bedridden.

Amur checked the time and reminded him, "You have half an hour of free time left. If | were you, I'd get back upstairs and let that guy bandage you up."

"Yes, yes," Gerald immediately replied and headed upstairs. Phil was also surprised to see Gerald unharmed. "You made it back alive?"

"Mr. Amur found a good way for me," replied Gerald. Even though he did not feel any discomfort, he lay down on the bed and asked Phil, "Could you help me with the bandages?"

Phil noticed that Gerald's bandages were all removed. Annoyed, he clicked his tongue and fetched the medical supplies from the cabinet.

"What are the side effects of that potion?” Gerald asked uncertainly. Would there really be side effects? He did not feel anything now.

He even thought about using that potion all the time, even when he was lying on the bed. As long as it kept the pain away, he would heal quickly.

"You'll find out soon enough." Phil did not elaborate, nor did he mention that when the effects of the drug wore off, Gerald would be in excruciating pain.

Despite the numbing effect of the drug, the pain Gerald's body had been enduring over the past four hours had been accumulating. When the drug's effects wore off, the suppressed pain would come back twice as intense.

That was his body's revenge.

Gerald suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Can you give me some painkillers if it hurts too much? I'm afraid | won't be able to handle it," asked Gerald.

"They won't help. Painkillers are useless in this situation." Phil shook his head. After bandaging Gerald, he stepped outside. Amur was sitting on the couch outside.

“Everything's done. Why haven't you left?" asked Phil. He did not have any grudges with Amur on the Island of Despair back then, so they could talk casually.

Amur lit a cigarette, checked the time, and replied, "Do you believe that the useless Gerald can complete the mission?" "Don't you believe in him?" Phil was surprised. Gerald claimed he completed the mission, and Amur brought him back.

"I've been to that police station. | can't go in without disguise," explained Amur. If he had gone in with Gerald, it might have aroused the police’s suspicion.

The police in A City were well-trained and capable of recognizing faces. If they recognized him from a previous incident, they would be on alert.

At that time, Gerald, with his Caucasian face, would draw their attention as well. Amur was actually helping Gerald by not going in.

“Hah, he tried to shift the blame to someone you care about, and you still helped him. That's something," said Phil, clapping his hands lightly. "Even if something happens at the police station, it won't be announced immediately. We need someone to keep an eye on it."

"Yeah." Amur planned to drive by the police station after they had dinner.

"We have someone there. I'll help you out,” offered Phil.

Amur raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Could Abel have placed someone inside the police station?

The people who followed Abel in A City were mostly street thugs, unlikely to be police officers.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The people from the Island of Despair mostly had foreign faces and could not possibly work in the police station. "Don't worry, it's just an old janitor," said Phil as he noticed Amur's confusion.

Placing someone close to the police officers? Abel was not that powerful yet.

Even if he were, it would be extremely dangerous.

Amur remained silent. Having someone watching the police officers was a good thing.

“Remind that old man not to eat the police station's food." Amur figured the old man might consume the drugged food as well. Phil frowned.

"Gerald put the drug in their food?" He knew some of the more unusual drugs since he occasionally helped Shanks with bandaging patients.

"Yes." Amur could hear faint groans coming from inside. Realizing tat the effec sof the indctedtion were weeting off, he spoke up, "He did what he had to to stay alive." The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

"Alright, I'll remind the janitor." Phil immediately picked up his phone. Night fell.

Amur lost track of how many cigarettes he had smoked. He could hear faint sounds ( | from” a8) Gerald, No cbutd only manage a few muffled noises as his mouth was gagged. However, even those were enough to irritate him. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

Phil walked over and said, "Who would have thought that the useless Gerald could actually pull it off?" Amur looked up at him.

"It's done. The old man saw those two guys being taken to the hospital with his own eyes And most oF the ppli¢e avtiGery She station have stomach issues now. The entire police station is in chaos. Gerald really knows how to cause trouble." The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!