Chapter 220: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice [220]
The trio passed through a long, dark tunnel and entered a conference room. The room was extremely dim, with only the faint light from the projection screen behind the main seat barely illuminating the figure sitting there.
"Welcome to Team Flare, King of Team Rocket, and the King's left and right hands."
Wrapped tightly in a black robe, Lysandre spoke in a low voice, gesturing for the three to sit down.
The King's left and right hands—these were the new nicknames the black market had given Karen and Psychic Fatty.
"No need to sit. Anyway, you'll soon..."
It had been a while since Will found something fun, and he was quite excited. Seeing their target was within reach, he grinned wickedly and was about to summon his Pokémon to take Lysandre's head.
But just as Will reached for his belt, Joker raised a hand to press down on his shoulder, signaling him not to act rashly.
"Huh?"
Will's eyes under the mask were full of confusion as he looked at Joker.
But he saw Joker had already sat down.
Karen, though equally puzzled, found a seat to the left when she saw Joker sit, saying no more.