As soon as William Cole finished speaking, he inserted a silver needle into Patriarch's neck.
Over two hundred brutes, all of them, rushed up. From their suit pockets, they pulled out guns, aiming at William Cole's head.
Not just these brutes, snipers appeared on the artificial hill nearby, rooftops, walls, and building windows.
The muzzles of their weapons all aimed directly at William Cole's head without exception!
As long as anything happened to Patriarch, they would not hesitate to open fire!
And, William Cole's head would be blasted instantly.
"Patriarch, don't worry, I was just commenting casually.
The deadly acupoint of the human body is not here." William Cole lightly smiled, calm as a breeze, and continued to administer acupuncture to Patriarch.
Patriarch had a sense of alarm running down his back.
William Cole's words earlier had genuinely scared him.
If William Cole had bet his life on it, he might already have been dead.