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.

shoes. She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure,

How can it be

not the best, he remained calm

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

His gaze darkened.

him, a hint of fear lingering in his voice. “How did you find

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

Johnny searched his memories.

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

man, you have quite a

on his walking stick, completely disregarding the knife he

subordinates

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

now. There’s nothing I haven’t seen.

move

what to do next. Should we take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather’s father at present! If we don’t, then what are we going to

before the tip of his blade. “Listen, young man. Whatever you’re planning to

carried a trace of anticipation,

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