All around them was pitch black. Ricky Davis and Vermilion Bird couldn't see anything. Even as martial artists, falling from nearly fifty meters high caused a turmoil of energy and blood within them.
Suddenly, an intense beam of light hit them.
A dozen fluorescent lights above their heads lit up, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.
Only then did William Cole realize that they were in a massive iron box, or rather, in a prison made of cast steel.
The walls on all sides were painted black steel, and in front of them was a huge transparent glass.
William walked up to the glass, looking outside. It was a place similar to a prison!
"Bang!"
William punched. The glass trembled slightly, but there were no visible traces.
"Useless. This is bulletproof glass, at least half a meter thick. Even a rocket launcher wouldn't be able to break it," Ricky Davis shook his head. William narrowed his eyes.