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Chapter 44 The strong humiliate the weak! (Seeking monthly votes)

It's him!

A radiant smile was reflected in Gongping's eyes, and the light returned to his previously dim eyes.

In the darkest moment of his life, that man reappeared like a hero...and saved him!
Upon seeing this frivolous young man who suddenly appeared before them, the members of the Quick Gun team immediately went on alert and were about to call upon their elves to take action against him.

Just as they were about to make their move, Thomson raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down.

Although he was also very annoyed by the other party's intrusion.

But as a leader, he was more composed than his three subordinates.

This frivolous-looking fellow, though he didn't seem like a ruthless person, made him wary of the bodyguards beside him.

These two Pokémon don't look particularly impressive, and they don't seem to be of a high level of evolution. Thomson also doesn't have a Pokédex, a high-level tool that can identify the level of a Pokémon.

But their resolute gazes seemed unusual, not like something you'd just grab off the street.

So Thomson tilted his head, put one hand on his hip, made an exaggerated gesture with the other, and spoke in a high-pitched, rhythmic trap style.

"Yo yo yo, kid! Which street are you from, huh? You look unfamiliar, skr! You haven't been here long, have you? Ah? You even dare to interfere with our quick-draw team's business? Damn! Do you know who's protecting the Lower City?"

Mo Zhen stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down on everyone.

"Oh? Who is it? You're not protecting them, are you? Hahahaha, you look weak!"

Faced with this blatant provocation, before Thomson could even regain his temper, his henchmen were already getting restless.

"You bastard, how dare you provoke Lord Thomson! You're tired of living!"

Thompson? Isn't that the name of a submachine gun...?

The Thompson submachine gun, America's masterpiece, also known as the Chicago Typewriter, was a top choice during Prohibition and a favorite of the Mafia.

The only thing that could possibly be associated with this thing is probably that mouth of a rapper that keeps babbling.

As Mo Zhen was thinking to himself, the henchman's soldier with the dagger had already transformed into a vanguard and swung his sword at Mo Zhen!

It's a Dark-type move called Surprise Attack!
Thomson did not stop him; he also wanted to use this reckless subordinate to test Mo Zhen's true strength.

Facing the cold, sharp blade of the soldier with the dagger, Mo Zhen stared straight ahead without any intention of retreating.

Just as the blade was about to strike Mo Zhen, the soldier with the koto suddenly froze, retreating at an even faster speed than before.

Bang!
Suddenly, a righteous-looking blue dog appeared in front of Mo Zhen, firmly protecting him.

Blue ripples spread across his claws as Luca unleashed [Power Flash].

With the blessing of the Shave technique, this attack struck first, mercilessly hitting the evil element in the chest and knocking it back.

A righteous and awe-inspiring fighting energy exploded in the chest of the soldier with the dagger.

This earth-shattering blow pierced through the shoddy construction of the abandoned house, blasting the soldier with the dagger into the house across the street.

Outstanding effect!

The power of Fighting-type moves was amplified on the Steel/Dark type Komaru, rendering it unable to fight back!

Upon seeing this, Thomson was startled. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he re-examined the frivolous-looking young man.

Although that soldier with the sword was only at level 20 or so, he was known for his ferocity and skill in battle, and had a distinguished record in gang disputes.

Unexpectedly, he was utterly defeated in a single exchange against the opponent's elf. Having ascertained the opponent's strength, Thomson's expression softened somewhat.

He tugged at the gold chain hanging around his neck, struck a bossy pose, and forced a slightly awkward smile.

"Aye, brother, listen up! Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Don't mess with our Quick-Fire Squad over a day laborer, you know? I'm just a squad leader following orders, you know? The officers above me are all monsters, scattered throughout the entire Lower City, you know what I'm saying? Offend us, and even you won't get anywhere in this territory!"

Knowing his magical powers were limited, Thomson immediately changed the subject, bringing up the "Quick Gun Team" to try and put pressure on this highly skilled traveler.

However, Thomson's bluff seemed to have no effect on Mo Zhen.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. Someone as useless as you, still stuck at the rank of squad leader, even if we got rid of you, your boss would probably just say, 'What a disgrace. We should just let go of such a useless old thing.' If someone is over thirty-five and still can't produce results, their job prospects are bleak..."

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Recently, Thompson has indeed had some friction with several newly appointed squad leaders over territorial issues.

These greenhorns in their early twenties always act recklessly and have no sense of social etiquette.

As a veteran member of the team, he received no respect whatsoever, and his superiors remained indifferent, showing no intention of taking care of him as a long-time employee. This made Thomson feel a sense of impending crisis.

Now that Mo Zhen had accurately hit his vital point, the usually calm and composed Thomson's face darkened and his defenses crumbled instantly.

If he continues to swallow his anger now, he'll be no longer fit to work in the underworld.

"Fuck that shit! You stupid fool, how dare you spout such nonsense! You bitch ass nigga, who do you think you are? All of you, get him! Drop this fool!"

At a command, the four of them simultaneously threw out their Poké Balls and entered battle mode.

Clearly, outnumbering the enemy is a long-standing traditional virtue they have cultivated, and these gang members who live on the edge of life and death have no regard for the bad habit of fair one-on-one duels.

Slippery Boy and Crocodile ganged up on Luca.

Faced with the combined attack of the two, Luca immediately used the [Repeated Side Jump] technique, turning into two afterimages to the left and right, easily avoiding the opponent's attack.

Then, its furry claws gathered azure Fighting-type energy, and it unleashed two powerful strikes with the force of two dragons emerging from the sea, instantly exploding and achieving a double kill!

But the moment Luca launched his all-out attack, the leopard, which had been secretly observing, was ready to pounce and seized the opportunity during that brief moment of weakness.

With its sharp claws radiating a dark aura of Dark energy, the leopard unleashed [Dark Strike for Vital Points] at Luca's chest.

As a security guard, Luca clearly lacked experience in street brawls where he was outnumbered. By this time, he had exhausted all his strength and was powerless to dodge the leopard's attack.

Just as Luca was about to take the hit, the passive ability of [Heart of Justice] was triggered.

At this critical moment, a towering figure stepped forward!

Luca's eyes widened instantly. It was... Red Dragon Admiral!
Flames surged from the burning claws as Xiao Huolong unleashed a [Fire Claw] strike, slamming the airborne Cool Leopard down!
Although there was a difference of more than ten levels between them, Xiao Huolong still managed to severely injure him on the spot by virtue of his superior fighting spirit!
A five-star Dou Zhe is terrifying!
At this moment, Luca and Xiao Huolong stood back to back, surrounding the enemy. The two worked together to cut down eighty-three enemies, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and ruthlessly slaughtered the enemy.

In just a few seconds, the situation had turned completely one-sided.

Seeing the elves lying sprawled on the ground, Thomson broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that something was terribly wrong.

Not on the same level at all.

That brat...

But Thomson did not give up. His eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a golden Poké Ball from his waist and swung it forcefully.

"Yo, let my signature sprite teach you a lesson! Speaker Scratcher, come out and teach this kid a lesson! Show time!"

(End of this chapter)