"Mr. Luther"
The brown-haired man from Country E stared at Sinclair in terror, his voice trembling as he spoke.
"We've told you everything we know.
Please... show us mercy."
The other man nodded frantically, his pallid face etched with desperation.
"That's right, Mr. Luther.
We beg you... keep your word and let us go."
The moment Sinclair lifted his gaze, the air seemed to freeze.
His slender fingers, pale as jade against the dark onyx of his ring, rested motionless.
The two men held their breath, not daring to utter another word, awaiting their fate.
The man's thin lips curved slowly as he uttered two words.
"Of course."
Sinclair turned his head slightly, his cold eyes settling on Ramsey.
"Understood."
Ramsey gave a slight nod before turning to the mercenaries behind him.
"Take them away."
The mercenary nodded and stepped forward to haul the two men up from the ground before leading them away.
