An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 114 Hohohoho Miga (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Inside the private room, the intense sounds of slapping could be heard continuously.

Mo Zhen crossed his legs and comfortably sank into the creaking, worn-out sofa, with the book review section of his novel "Battle Through the Spirits" on the screen.

He scrolled the mouse wheel with ease, enjoying the comments.

[I'm Not a Dodo: Damn it! Why has Purple Flame disappeared since leaving Gabi Academy?! What's with that wretched Milotic following Xiao Huolong like that?! Seriously, I have to come find you! I brought my most elite veteran officers with me to Unova this time. If you don't get Purple Flame online soon, I'm really going to have him find you! And then, the giant bird in my Poké Ball won't be a pushover!]

[Fighting on the Run: I heard this is Miss Xiaoju'er's favorite novel. I don't usually like reading, but for my dear Miss Xiaoju'er, I must see what's inside today!]

[Mythology Novice: Mo Zhen, the recent archaeological work in the Unova region has truly broadened my horizons. The historical depth of this land far exceeds my previous imagination. Did you know that it's not just the location of the modern Pokémon Unova League? Based on my latest research and the findings from ancient texts and archaeological excavations, it's certain that a very long time before the establishment of modern civilization in the Unova region, a magnificent ancient kingdom once existed here, but ultimately vanished into the dustbin of history. The information about this kingdom is incredibly diverse, but what's most fascinating is that the royal bloodline seems to follow a mysterious custom almost legendary: all members of the royal family with direct lineal inheritance possess a distinctive green head of hair from birth. This hair color is so vivid and uniform that it's no coincidence. Through my tireless research and exploration, I've discovered key clues behind this, revealing their origins, beliefs, and a crucial connection to an ancient alliance with legendary Pokémon.] What follows might surprise you, but this is the truth I discovered: those royals with green hair are actually... (Comment limit reached)

[Little Chrysanthemum: Dear artist, the current of fate led me to this artwork. Whenever I see those exciting passages in the book, I feel a current of happiness coursing through my body. It feels like... I have a strong premonition that a different kind of current will surge between us. Why don't we meet in person? Maybe you'll be attracted to me too, and then we can...]

[Streamer DianDian: Master, Master, the battle techniques in your book are amazing! I tried training my Pokémon with the technique 'Three Thousand Thunderbolts' according to the method in the book, and guess what... it's incredible! My Froakie runs faster than Rapidash! The viewers in the live stream are all saying I gave it some kind of boost, Master, you have to prove it for me!]

[Torchic Observer: Heard someone wants to get a boost? I have the authentic Kowloon Coffin Package, officially certified by Dr. Hoenn. One injection will instantly enlarge and thicken your Pokémon's muscles, turning you into a muscle monster. DM me if interested, and enjoy a 20% discount off the market price!]

[Hoenn's First Deepest Affection: Listen up, everyone! The medicine upstairs really works! My Mudkip is even stronger than Swampert after using it! Here's a picture to prove it: A muscular Mudkip.jpg]

[Surfing-loving Fujimoto: What the heck? Did I trigger a keyword? How did I bring the Medicine King here? Everyone, please don't give your Pokémon any medicine! Overdrawing the power of the Nine Dragons will have consequences! Naturally built muscles are the best! So sign up for my surfing class and let your Pokémon develop real strength through passionate surfing!]

[Twin-tailed Geodude: The author is doing well! Even Yao Ge is commenting! This is the authoritative proof that a book has gone viral!]

"boom!"

Just as Mo Zhen was surfing intensely, the door to the private room was pushed open rather rudely.

A man wearing a brown trench coat and sporting dark circles under his eyes flashed in; it was the handsome Interpol agent.

Mo Zhen looked up and glanced at him.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion, lingering embarrassment, and a hint of barely perceptible fear, as if he had just crawled out of some indescribable nightmare.

"Handsome guy!"

The handsome man closed the door behind him and said in a low voice.

"I fucking found out! Team Poison Smoke! They're the ones distributing the goods! The scale is bigger than we thought! I've also figured out the source; it's the captain's few Poison-type Pokémon that's producing them!"

Mo Zhen slowly turned his head, a knowing yet nonchalant smile on his face, and glanced at Xiao Mengzi.

It's as if it's saying: See? I told you this old Deng could do it.

Then, with the relaxed demeanor of an old artist, he spoke slowly and deliberately to the handsome man.

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

The handsome guy swallowed hard, trying to banish the terrifying image in his mind of the green-haired boy beneath him and the wriggling frog on his back.

He quickly described how the poison smoke team used noise as cover to spray Mengzi smoke on a large scale during the concert.

"White-haired lead singer? This 'Poison Smoke' band actually has a band?"

Mo Zhen stroked his chin, quickly shifting his focus from selling Mengzi cigarettes to the other party's side business, which seemed to be the issue he was more concerned about.

"Yes! The captain of the Poison Smoke Team is a white-haired girl whose singing is even worse than Growlithe's howl!"

The handsome guy added irritably that the raspy voice had left him with deep psychological trauma.

"White-haired...and he's with a bunch of Poison-type Pokémon..."

Mo Zhen seemed to have thought of something, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"That's interesting. Take me to see it."

"what?!"

The handsome guy almost jumped up; just thinking about what happened to him at the concert made his legs tremble.

"Go again?! Handsome, are you crazy? That's the enemy's headquarters, a den of dragons and tigers! Isn't going there once enough?"

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. If you don't succeed on the first try, you'll have to do it again."

Mo Zhen stood up, elegantly dusted off non-existent dust from her red suit, and smiled with an undeniable playfulness.

"It's my duty, so please lead the way, handsome comrade."

Upon hearing Mo Zhen's meaningful "handsome comrade," he recalled his heroic posture on top of Green Hair, and his face turned green.

Damn it, just call me handsome, why add "comrade" after me?!

Although the handsome guy became increasingly annoyed by Mo Zhen's arrogant face, the higher the rank, the more powerful he was.

Moreover, he couldn't possibly handle this peculiar Mengziyan and the well-equipped poison smoke squad by himself.

Half an hour later, at the underground concert venue converted from an abandoned factory.

The deafening noise assaulted my eardrums once more, and in the dim, flickering light, shadowy figures loomed.

The handsome man wore a baseball cap pulled low, hunched his neck, and tried to minimize his presence, as if afraid of being recognized.

Mo Zhen, like a leader on an inspection tour, looked around with great interest at the chaotic artistic atmosphere.

Hey! Dude!

An excited voice broke through the noise.

The handsome guy's heart skipped a beat, and he stiffly turned his head away.

It's that blond guy from last time! And standing right next to him is the green-haired guy who gave the handsome guy nightmares all night!
The blond guy patted the handsome guy on the shoulder enthusiastically.

"Here you go again? You've got quite the addiction, bro!"

His gaze swept over Mo Zhen beside him, and he was taken aback by Mo Zhen's incongruous red suit and aura.

"Hey, you brought a new friend? Let's have some fun!"

Green Hair didn't speak, but stared intently at the handsome man with an extremely complex look, filled with inquiry, reminiscence, and a hint of... resentment.

That look made the handsome guy's hair stand on end. He felt like he had been stripped naked and thrown under a spotlight, and he wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it on the spot.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became so awkward that it froze.

"Cough... um..."

The handsome guy stammered, his toes digging frantically into the ground, a desperate cry echoing in his heart: "If only I were a green caterpillar, I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and escape this crazy world!"

Mo Zhen's gaze flashed across the two of them like lightning, and he immediately sensed something.

As a pure elf enthusiast, Xiaomengzi was completely baffled by the subtle atmosphere between the men.

【Lord Mo Zhen, what... what's going on?】

Mo Zhen smiled slightly and spoke in some professional terms that left Xiao Mengzi completely bewildered.

"Of course it's Sichuan Opera, a traditional art form!"

Just then, the stage lights suddenly focused, and the ear-piercing shriek from the speakers almost shattered eardrums! "Ho ho ho ho—ho ho ho ho—the Huo family elves' routine moves are agile!! Ho ho ho ho—ho ho ho ho—life should be lived to the fullest!!"

The figure with messy white hair and heavy smoky makeup jumped onto the stage again, grabbed the microphone, and let out a deafening scream!

On both sides of the stage, the dust mountain roared and began to gather its strength, while the centipede king's scarlet compound eyes locked onto the audience below, and the light from the gas bombs flashed rapidly.

Mo Zhen's face, which had been carrying a slightly mocking smile, froze the moment she saw the lead singer on stage.

Even without seeing her face clearly under the heavy makeup, Mo Zhen knew who the white-haired rock girl on stage was, wailing like a banshee.

Because what she was singing was "Homija," a representative work of [Homija] [Liyong City Jiajia].

Immediately afterwards, Mo Zhen's sarcastic yet incredibly genuine rant came out.

"What the hell is this? Could this be a distorted version of 'Huo Yuanjia'? But I remember Jay Chou's original song wasn't in this key. It's way off-key! But come to think of it, how come Captain Poison Smoke is really this guy?"

Although as soon as Mo Zhen heard the handsome guy say that the leader of the Poison Smoke Team was a white-haired girl, she immediately thought of Homiga, the white-haired girl.

But when he actually saw the toxic smoke captain jumping around in front of him, he still felt a serious sense of unease.

Who would have thought that the mastermind behind the entire Yumeko Tobacco trade in Liyong City was actually our beloved Gym Leader?
Mo Zhen stroked his chin, a look of nonchalance on his face.

He was already used to this situation.

After all, I was playing the dark version, and the underlying logic of this world was both very reasonable and a little bit absurd.

After all, future champions are all doing day jobs, so it's reasonable for me, a Poison-type Gym Leader, to sell some Poison-type specialties, right?

Almost at the same time, Xiaomengzi looked troubled and cautiously probed.

【Um, Lord Mo Zhen, what are your plans for the next step? Are we going to help her reform and get back on the right track?】

Mo Zhen's face turned solemn as he spoke in a serious tone.

"Oh, back on track, huh? If we're talking about the laws of our Celestial Dragon Kingdom, now that she's caught red-handed, I'm afraid the only way to get this girl back on track is with my Uzi submachine gun..."

Seeing how serious the situation was, Xiao Mengzi immediately became agitated, her short limbs wrapped around Mo Zhen's head, and she began to throw a tantrum.

【Quack! Lord Mo Zhen, please don't do this! She's just a child! She must have been just playing around and didn't know any better. Can't we give her another chance to correct her mistake? Let's all make dumplings together, okay?】

Mo Zhen didn't tolerate it and punched it in the face.

"Get lost! What are you getting so worked up about, you piece of trash? This isn't my hometown. The laws in the United States are pretty wild, and we don't even know the specifics of the situation. I need to see what's going on with this girl before I make any decisions. There's still room for maneuver here."

Hearing that there was still hope, Xiao Mengzi, who had been punched to the ground by Mo Zhen, immediately showed a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

[What?! That's great! My dream energy is saved... oh no, I mean, that child can be saved!]

Just as the master and servant were discussing countermeasures, a large amount of pinkish-purple dream smoke once again surged from both sides of the stage, like a deadly wave, instantly sweeping across the entire area below the stage!
"coming!"

The yellow-haired and green-haired men simultaneously let out strange cries and skillfully pulled out inhalers.

The handsome man's expression changed drastically, and he took a step back in fear.

"Oh no! Handsome, that damn Meng Ziyan is coming!"

Mo Zhen smiled confidently, as if he had been prepared all along.

As if by magic, he pulled a full-face gas mask from the inside pocket of his red suit and smoothly snapped it onto his face.

Tactical-level protection, airtight; Tang Long and Blue-skinned Dog beside Mo Zhen had both put on gas masks early on.

The handsome guy immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"Great! I didn't expect you to have prepared this in advance. Quickly, give me one too!"

He never expected that this young master would be so reliable, having already made preparations in advance, a world apart from that kind of scoundrel.

Mo Zhen's eyes revealed a half-smile, and he shrugged.

"Sorry, I only prepared three masks. You should know what will happen here, so why didn't you prepare in advance? Oh, I see, you don't mean to..."

"Grass!"

The handsome man roared, as if venting his inner resentment, or perhaps answering Mo Zhen's question.

A sweet scent wafted into his nostrils, like the most cunning venomous snake, instantly entangling the handsome man's senses!

In an instant, the world before his eyes twisted and melted once more...

“Lila…hehe…Miss Lila…”

The handsome man's eyes instantly became glazed and lewd, and a perverted smile appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hands, about to hug Mo Zhen, who was closest to him.

"Damn it, I don't want to perform Sichuan opera!"

Mo Zhen flicked her eyelids and twisted her body to dodge the other party's grab.

Under Mo Zhen's cold gaze, who was wearing a gas mask, the handsome man hugged the air in front of him tightly, completely ignoring his surroundings, and his body began to sway uncontrollably.

Facing the air in front of him, he began to perform a swing dance with great enthusiasm!
After a minute of intense fighting, the handsome man suddenly froze.

The intoxicated expression on his face instantly transformed into the look of a sage who had suddenly grasped the truth of the universe.

"Tsk."

Beneath the gas mask, Mo Zhen let out a clear and disdainful snort.

"Old man, it's over in a minute? You're useless."

As he spoke, Mo Zhen swiftly raised his shiny Chelsea boots and delivered a precise and powerful kick to the handsome man!

"Ow—!"

A piercing scream rang out, and the handsome man, like a punching bag, stumbled forward and fell heavily to the ground.

The intense pain and shock instantly shattered the sweet illusion, and the stench and noise of reality brutally flooded back into his senses.

"Ouch...it hurts like hell..."

The handsome man scrambled to his feet, his eyes finally regaining their clarity.

Recalling the scene in his previous dream where he shot Lila again and completed a hat trick, Mo Zhen's mocking expression revealed a look of fear in the handsome man's eyes.

He immediately tried to distract Mo Zhen by frantically trying to find a topic to talk about.

"Cough...cough cough! Handsome! What do we do now? You've seen the situation, what's the next step?"

Mo Zhen calmly removed half of his gas mask, revealing his signature confident smile.

"What should we do? Why don't we just go find the captain of the toxic smoke team and get to the bottom of this?"

(End of this chapter)