Harvey York squinted when he saw a young woman in a tracksuit pushing a wheelchair.

A miserable-looking elderly man was sitting on it. He had a feebled look on his face with evil energy surrounding it.

Castiel Foster frowned when he stood in front.

“Who are you people?

“Don’t you know you should stand behind the line?”

The young woman frowned.

“I heard you have the Augustea here!” she coldly exclaimed.

Castiel froze.

“How did you know that?” he asked instinctively.

“Good!

The young wom