As soon as his words fell, the soldiers behind White Mitchell turned their vigilant gazes towards the direction he mentioned.
At this moment, they were disciplined and none of them acted recklessly.
Standing there, they were as formidable as a thick city wall, exuding an intimidating presence.
At the same time, upon hearing White Mitchell's voice, George along with the strong men of Heavenly Gang City slowly appeared before everyone.
George, at this moment, showed no sense of urgency in the face of a formidable enemy. All he displayed was an air of composure.
From this, it was clear that George did not consider White Mitchell and the soldiers behind him a threat.
In his eyes, White Mitchell and his men were nothing more than a group of desperate mad dogs.
Even though mad dogs could be dangerous and bite when cornered, they would be helpless in the face of absolute power.
On the contrary, George took a great interest in White Mitchell and his men.