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.

She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze fell on

can

already over sixty, and although his health was not the best, he remained

He scanned the desolate, abandoned construction site, his gaze finally settling on Josie,

His gaze darkened.

are you!” Johnny brandished his knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in his

said, “This is

Johnny searched his memories. “Y-You’re

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

commented, “Young man, you have quite a keen

on his walking stick, completely disregarding the knife

his subordinates were

any further. Weapons don’t discriminate. You’re not young

until now. There’s nothing

move

But this man is,

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

Her eyes unmistakably carried a trace of anticipation, but in an

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