A great distance away to the south of Los Angeles, where land was barren and desolate, stood a lone grave.
At dusk, Heller stood alone in front of the grave as a light drizzle fell from the sky.
The gravestone faced the south.
Engraved on it were 'In loving memory of Charles Nicholson'.
The Ten Judges of The Dead stood behind Heller.
Around them were innumerable strong and powerful people with solemn looks on their faces.
Apart from them, more than 800 other people were also on their knees in the open space not far from the grave.
In front of them all was none other than Sebastian Zoff, whose life had been made a living hell!
During the last two days, Heller's subordinates had captured everyone related to or close to the Zoffs.
Lindsey took a step forward. She bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Mr. Nicholson, all members of the Zoffs, both distant and immediate, are here! Sir, your orders, please!"
