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, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze

How can

sixty, and although his health was not the best, he remained calm even in the

He scanned the desolate, abandoned construction site, his gaze

His gaze darkened.

knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in his voice. “How

his voice steady as he said, “This is my home. If anyone should be asking that question, it should be

searched his memories.

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

“Young man, you have quite a keen

leaning on his walking stick, completely disregarding the

subordinates

Weapons don’t discriminate. You’re not young anymore.

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

move

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

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

a trace of anticipation, but in an

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