As soon as William Cole uttered these words, the complexions of everyone present changed.
Nelson was also startled, his face breaking into a sly smile, "William Cole, that's not a nice thing to say."
"The real culprit is already dead, why are you still holding on to me?"
"Everyone knows that I am Nelson, why do you say I'm not Nelson?"
"Do you have any evidence?"
Nelson demanded loudly.
William Cole didn't give an inch, striding towards Nelson, "Evidence? You used the Face Changing Technique and impersonated Nelson."
"You should take a closer look at your own face, the details were poorly executed."
"What did you say?" Nelson, somewhat incredulous, touched his cheek and indeed found a piece of dead skin.
As he pinched the dead skin, his expression flickered uncertainly.
At that moment, William Cole raised his hand and a silver needle flew from his palm towards Nelson's face.
"Whoosh!"