Looking at William, whose face was somewhat serious, Milton Cheney furrowed his brows.
"Leave now? Is this matter really that serious?"
A hint of doubt was mixed in Milton's voice.
He had thought that the deathmatch duel was because some aristocrats in the Golden Lion Coliseum couldn't stand his continuous victories, or because it had affected certain aristocrats' interests.
But the results of the investigation that William returned with gave him different information.
"Young master, there's more than one person behind this, and even some people inside the Golden Lion Coliseum have been corrupted. This deathmatch duel against you was completely premeditated."
William's voice was serious, but there seemed to be some complex emotions in his tone.
William wouldn't suspiciously question anything, and if he said such things, Milton knew that William must have discovered something suspicious.
Therefore, Milton didn't continue to ask, he just nodded lightly.