Meanwhile, Josie had been bound to a chair for two full days. Her entire body was numb as she stared blankly at the images on the television screen.

It was unclear how much she had watched.

The camera focused on the lively guests. Dexter and Heather were not present. Josie presumed they were preparing.

It’s happening soon…

Josie could clearly sense the nervousness in Johnny and his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, Josie felt relaxed. She couldn’t care less, knowing that there was no chance for redemption.

“Boss… what’s that sound…” one lackey asked Johnny, holding his breath to listen.

Johnny’s brow furrowed as he discerned the sporadic, weighty thuds of a walking stick hitting the floor, indicating the presence of someone using a walker.

“Someone’s coming!” Johnny exclaimed in alarm. He drew his knife, cautiously moving forward.

Josie furrowed her brows. She also heard the sound of the walking stick approaching, the disordered footfalls growing louder. Their intent was unmistakable. They were advancing in their direction.

of feet clad in canvas shoes. She continued to look up and

can it

health was not the best, he remained calm even in the face

abandoned construction site, his gaze finally

His gaze darkened.

Johnny brandished his knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in

gaze toward Johnny, his voice steady as he said, “This is my home. If anyone should be asking

home? Johnny searched his

How on earth did Mark manage to find this place? Wasn’t it long

you have

stick, completely disregarding the

subordinates

discriminate. You’re not young anymore. There’s

my youth until now. There’s nothing

move forward,

action? But this man is, nominally,

blade. “Listen, young man. Whatever you’re planning to

a trace of anticipation, but in an

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