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

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

alone. He scanned the desolate, abandoned construction site, his gaze finally settling

His gaze darkened.

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

steady as he said, "This is my home. If anyone should be asking that question,

his

terrifying! How on earth did Mark manage to find this place? Wasn't

man, you

on his walking stick, completely

his subordinates were forced to

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

haven't seen. Your mere knife can't harm

action? But this man is, nominally,

his blade. "Listen, young man. Whatever you're planning to

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

The anticipation was gone.

He's alone. I'm sure he has no other intentions. "Then what are

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