Lion King's Adopted Son

Forty One

Covey’s identity and his unusual performance have attracted the attention of the Pascal team, and these days, Pascal and others are waiting for opportunities to scout Covey’s situation. But I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a necessity. In the next few games, the Pascal team repeatedly encountered the strong team of Ansai City, and the Covey team’s game was always played at the same time as the Pascal team.

Although several so-called strong teams pose no threat to Pascal and others, every time they rush to the Covey team’s field after the game, the field is already empty.

“The city lord of Ansai City has been very close to that Covey recently, did he do it on purpose?” Jing said with a bad expression.

“This is not a strange thing. If Covey and the others are really the people around Serantte, then the city lord of Ansai may have taken refuge with Serantte now.”

“Now we only know the other party’s name. Thorn said: “What if he’s not the person you think he is?”

“Even if they’re not from Serantte, at least they are strong. They are the strongest team in Ansai City on the bright side, Ansai City’s. It’s understandable that the city lord wants to win over them, right?”

“No, he is Covey.” Leon, who was standing in the corner with his head bowed, said.

Thorn’s eyes aimed at him: “How do you know?”

Leon did not answer. The thick long hair fell on his shoulders, blocking his expression, making people wonder what he was thinking, but he stood there alone, and the surroundings seemed extremely deserted.

Claire approached him a little worriedly: “Ray, what happened to you today? It looks weird. Do you know anything about Covey?”

Facing the concern of his friends, Raymond pursed his lips. Before he had time to speak, he suddenly felt a strong gaze swept over, and he raised his head.

Seven people in advanced armor walked towards Pascal and the others. They have a strong smell of blood and a strong smell of killing, and everything makes them seem out of tune with their surroundings.

Wherever they went, everyone made way for them, and no one was willing to provoke a bunch of evil spirits easily. Their arrival also made the otherwise lively streets as quiet as death. But they don’t seem to notice it at all, or they notice it, but don’t care.

The person in the lead had long curly black hair, which almost covered half of his face. The clothes he was wearing were only black and white. A long knife was pinned to his waist. There is a strong fishy smell on it. This man has eyes like venomous snakes, and with a glance, almost everyone who looks at him turns their eyes away.

His eyes wandered around Pascal and the others, and the nerves of Gerald, who had the most sensitive senses, were tense to the extreme, and then Pascal grabbed his hand.

The man snorted softly and looked away as if he was not interested. Finally, his eyes fell into the corner and were firmly nailed to Leon.