His movements were decisive, and his subordinates acted immediately.
"Wait a moment." Patriarch Sterling grabbed George Sinclair's arm, his eyes showing a hint of anxiety and unease.
George Sinclair glanced down at Patriarch Sterling and asked coolly, "What are you doing?"
Patriarch Sterling did not answer immediately, his gaze lingering on the eerily quiet villa, as if hesitating.
"I feel something is amiss," Patriarch Sterling finally said.
Too quiet, it's definitely not a good sign.
George Sinclair raised an eyebrow, "What's amiss? We've come this far, are you wanting to back out now?"
Patriarch Sterling frowned, "Don't you think it's too quiet here? Not a single sound, it's not normal."
After hearing this, George Sinclair replied blandly, "Maybe there are few people inside, and out of fear, they're not daring to act rashly."
George Sinclair believed his numbers gave him an absolute advantage, so he was very confident.
