His wife and daughter?
Sinclair had already found his wife and daughter this quickly?!
The man's pupils constricted violently before dilating to their limits.
His deathly pale face was etched with bone-deep terror and despair, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Well?"
The smile at the corner of Sinclair's lips deepened slightly, his pitch-black eyes resembling the crushing abyss of a battlefield—utterly terrifying.
"Figured it out yet?"
"No—"
The man collapsed to his knees at Sinclair's feet, his broken words wrenched from the depths of his soul.
"No... don't hurt them... please, I beg you, don't hurt them."
Sinclair gazed down at the man's pitiful state, unmoved.
"And what exactly are you offering in exchange for my mercy?"
"I... I—" The man pressed his forehead to the ground, as though steeling himself for an unbearable sacrifice.
"I'll talk, I'll tell you everything," the man pleaded desperately, his voice trembling.
