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.

up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on

can

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

desolate, abandoned construction site,

His gaze darkened.

knife at him, a hint of

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

searched his memories.

earth did Mark manage to

you have quite a

leaning on his walking stick,

and his subordinates were forced to

any further. Weapons don’t discriminate. You’re not young anymore. There’s no need

until now. There’s nothing I haven’t seen. Your mere knife

move forward, truly

what to do next. Should we take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather’s father at present! If we

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

eyes unmistakably carried a trace of anticipation,

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