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.

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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. Soon, Josie looked up, only to see a pair of feet clad in canvas shoes. She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze fell on his face, her pupils dilated in surprise.

How can it be

sixty, and although his health was not the best,

construction

His gaze darkened.

Johnny brandished his knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in his voice. "How did you find this

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

searched his memories.

Mark manage to find this place?

man, you have

forward, leaning on his walking stick, completely disregarding the knife

his subordinates were forced

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

haven't seen. Your mere knife can't

take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather's father at present! If we don't, then what are we

before the tip of his blade. "Listen, young man. Whatever you're planning to do is none of my business. I'm not

glanced at Josie. Her eyes unmistakably carried a trace of anticipation, but in an

The anticipation was gone.

sigh of relief. He's alone. I'm sure he has no

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