The people on William Cole's side all wore unpleasant expressions.
In particular, Brent Campbell and Charles Warner looked at each other in shared disbelief.
No one could have anticipated that Lord Buddha would intervene at this point, asking William Cole to kill himself?
"Hahahaha…" The ninth concubine began to laugh heartily, indulge in her amusement. "Did you hear that? Even if you few don't let William Cole kill himself, Lord Buddha has spoken. Who else could be alive?"
Brent Campbell's lips twitched: "Tyrant Tiger, what makes you think this is Lord Buddha's order?"
"Do you have any proof?" "Proof, hmm?"
The Tyrant Tiger snorted and casually tossed out a small, golden Buddha statue.
The statue fell to the ground, shining brightly. It was entirely forged from pure gold.
"Did you see it?"
"This is Lord Buddha's 'Golden Buddha Command.' Once issued, it is akin to Lord Buddha's personal presence."
"Brent Campbell, dare you disobey?" Tyrant Tiger showed a malicious smile.