"They're here? Where?" Charles Hawke scanned left and right, surveying the surroundings.
But everyone around was familiar to him; where was the shadow of the mysterious guest?
"Far away in the horizon, yet right before your eyes, it's me," George pointed at his own face, saying earnestly.
"Hahaha, Mr. George, you're really a joker! So, the chief can't make it, is that it?" Charles laughed heartily.
"I'm not joking, Mr. Hawke. I'm standing right in front of you. Do I look a bit like before?" George wiped his face with a smile.
"Haha, Mr. George, I really love your sense of humor…" Charles laughed and suddenly his mouth opened wide.
He couldn't speak, nor could he close it!
Because he was horrified to find that George in front of him had vanished!
Replaced by none other than Anthony Varley!
It was the man who made them tremble at the very mention of him!
The man who haunted their nightmares!
The man whose name alone made people either cry or wet themselves in fear!
