Chapter 79

Just as Mark had expected, the door of one of the cars was opened by the men clad in black suits and a figure stepped out of it.

The figure was an old man who held a walking stick. There were scars on his face coupled with glasses.

His hair was all gray and there was no hint of black seen. A strong aura surrounded him as he looked around.

One would want to bow down in worship seeing him because of the way he was walking.

The was Alfred, the old man Mark used to call anytime he was in trouble or felt like he needed some help.

He was also the one whom he called to send some cars to pick him up.

The old man's eyes darted around looking at the surroundings, then to the house which was still on fire.

Finally, his eyes landed on Mark and he walked slowly toward him.

Mark, who was still feeling extreme fatigue, lay on the floor and watched as the old man approached him.

He had gone back to lying on the floor after seeing it was the old man. He knew the old man had been looking for a chance to

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