"Oh…?"
Davis couldn't help but blink.
It was the second time he was wrong about the Cyan Soul Rat Clan's move. He couldn't tell what its Patriarch was thinking, perhaps being too cunning for him, or he lacked some information that would allow him to calculate their moves better.
But still, he was a bit amused to see a young man at the Cyan Soul Rat Clan's location glare at the King-Tier Cyan Soul Rat with unconcealed hatred in his eyes.
'I guess the internal affairs of every power isn't as harmonious as they seem to be..'
Looking at that Cyan Soul Rat with a more critical eye, he could sense the pressure he carried within himself was powerful enough to categorize him as a powerful individual, but that pressure was actually not directed at the opponent on the stage but at the King-Tier Cyan Soul Rat.
