"Lord Cole, if you please!"
Black Hawk got out of the car and made a gesture of invitation.
William Cole looked up at the Saint Hall in front of him, which looked like a prison, and felt a harsh fluttering in his eyelids, broadcasting an ominous feeling.
"Why, is Lord Cole scared?"
No wonder, in front of the Saint Hall, anyone would have a pinch of fear."
Black Hawk snorted confidently: "Although the Saint Hall has been isolated for nearly a decade, the people of Capital City still deeply fear it. It seems that the terror of the Saint Hall has been deeply ingrained in people's bones."
William Cole sighed lightly: "So that's why countless people have died here?"
An icy look appeared on Black Hawk's face, "Those judged by the Saint Hall are all deserving of death."
William Cole spoke without the slightest hesitation: "Really? The Japanese kidnapped my wife and threatened me that I must lose, not win, in the Medical Conference tomorrow."