The Death of Reeves

At night, in Owain City.

In a low-key villa.

A vicious look appeared on Johnson's face.

He stood up and paced around aimlessly.

He took out a golf bag from the side.

He pulled out a golf club.

He held the club with both hands.

Then, he smashed it towards a person-tall vase.

"Even if he is Satan, I'll make him die today too!" Johnson said angrily and ruthlessly.

At Orne's house.

Orne, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, woke up from his bed.

He put on his coat and walked to the study.

"Greetings, Master." The young secretary bowed and called out to Orne.

Sitting in a mahogany chair, Orne closed his eyes and listened to his secretary's report.

"So, who exactly is John's target for tonight?"

Orne frowned slightly.

Time continued to pass.

John was still wandering around Owain City late at night.

12.21 AM and 19 seconds.

John looked away from Foresee.