An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 59 Joining a Gang, Truly Leading the Way

Inside the room, Gong Ping was somewhat anxious and uneasy.

Last night, when Mo Zhen came back from outside carrying a dog in his left hand and a dragon on his right, it really startled him.

He had never seen the elves under Mo Zhen's command suffer such heavy losses in battle.

Previously, he had been able to easily and flawlessly speedrun through an entire squad of the Quick-Gun team, so Gongping couldn't imagine what kind of battle the opponent had gone through.

The next morning, Mo Zhen took the mummy-like Xiao Huolong and ran out, leaving the blue-skinned dog Luka lying sprawled on the bed.

There are no official Pokémon Centers in the Lower City, but the Quick-Gun team has connections to get all sorts of smuggled medicines.

He found a reliable quack doctor who performed the Nine Dragons Needle Technique, and the antidote was injected into his body. In just one morning, Luca went from being a purple-skinned dog back to a blue-skinned dog.

Xiao Huolong had spent three days getting injections at the Pokémon Center, but he still wasn't fully recovered.

This demonstrates just how inefficient the medical services are in the capitalist-dominated United Spirit Center, in order to extract as much blood as possible from patients.

Now that Mo Zhen is not here, a bunch of uninvited guests have arrived at the door.

Looking at Thomson and his party outside the door, Gong Ping's legs trembled.

He didn't know what was going on, but this guy came to his door again, and he brought about ten people from his team with him.

This setup looks like they're about to launch a major attack to avenge their previous defeat.

They had no idea what was going on with Mo Zhen. Right now, Gong Pingxu was in a terrible predicament, and even if they wanted to run away, their legs were too weak to move.

Seeing a large group of people come to support him, the landlord, Old Deng, was overjoyed and almost knelt down to hug Thomson's leg.

"Caw! Lord Thomson, I knew you wouldn't abandon me! These past few days while you were away, I've been bullied terribly by that kid in the red suit. He even took my most treasured gold coin! You have to stand up for me..."

Thomson gave the other person a cold glance, leaning against the door frame with a resentful look on his face.

Gong Ping grew increasingly panicked, thinking that this time he was completely finished.

But it's alright, Miss Ruri, I, Gongping, will remember you even if I die!

"Hey everyone, you've all arrived! You must have been waiting a long time, right?"

Upon hearing that familiar, frivolous voice, Gongping suddenly looked up.

The striking red suit, like the rising sun, swept away the gloom in the room.

One second the sky is overcast, the next the rain has stopped and the sun is shining.

Mo Zhen simply stood in the crowd with a confident smile, and Gong Ping felt an unparalleled sense of security.

Thomson's Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he finally began his rap flow with great reluctance.

"Yo, Captain Uzbekistan, we've come here to..."

Before he could even get started, Mo Zhen immediately greeted him with fiery enthusiasm, as if he were welcoming an old friend.

"Don't be so polite, why are you waiting at the door? Come in and sit down! Oh, I forgot there isn't even a chair in this shabby room. Oh well, you can just stand at the door and talk!"

With his foot halfway up and suspended in mid-air, Thomson forced back a "fuck" as he tried to regain his rap rhythm.

"OK, OK, team matters, details about the business..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Zhen swung his arm sharply and said decisively.

"Alright, I'll get straight to the point about team matters. Remember to bring back my share of the profits every month. The rest is up to you. Call me if you need anything, I'll protect you, understand?"

The classic "hands-off" manager's statement, simply put: I, Mo Zhen, am sending money.

However, these words made Thomson's expression relax considerably.

He had recently heard rumors within the team that the new Uzi was incredibly powerful and had wiped out the entire handover team of the Poison Smoke squad.

To be honest, he didn't want to associate with such ruthless people, especially someone like Mo Zhen who seemed mentally unstable. Compared to working with him, having another person to offer tribute to was much easier.

After a flurry of obsequious flattery, Thomson quickly switched to a pragmatic rap tone and waved to his underlings.

"Yo! Got it! The kicker arrives on time every month! I'll handle the rest of the mess! Captain Uzi can handle it, brothers, get out of the way! Peace Out!"

Thomson and his group scattered in a flurry, leaving their landlord, Old Deng, looking like a clown, bewildered in the wind.

Mo Zhen arrogantly pointed his finger at Old Deng, aiming to destroy the world.

"Hey! Old Deng, I heard you have some grievance you're looking for someone to settle. Come on, let's see how big your grievance is!"

Old Deng was so intimidated by Mo Zhen's arrogance that he immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

"Injustice! It's not me who's innocent, it's Lord Uz who's innocent!"

Seeing Old Deng's tearful and wailing appearance, Mo Zhen smiled in a half-smile.

"Hahahaha, am I wronged? What wrong? I'm perfectly fine! Get out of here, stop spouting nonsense!"

Upon hearing Mo Zhen's words, "Get out of here," Lao Deng immediately felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled away, disappearing from their sight.

Reflecting Mo Zhen's imposing figure in his eyes, Gong Ping's eyes sparkled, and he looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

“Mr. Mo Zhen, I understand! It’s impossible for me to work, I’ll never do that in my life. I don’t know how to do business either. Joining a gang is the only way to make a living! Let me join your gang. I’ll do anything for you, even go through fire and water!”

Gong Ping hated these gangsters the most, who bullied men and women and did all sorts of bad things all day long.

But at this moment, seeing Mo Zhen's powerful and influential presence, he suddenly understood everything.

Is there anything more prestigious in this world than joining a gang?
He acts cool and doesn't work, yet makes money quickly and in a prestigious way. He eats, drinks, gambles, and whores all for free, and even has girls to keep him company at night...

To Gong Ping, all of Mo Zhen's actions were exactly like the Quick Gun team's spring recruitment video!
This demonstrates that the negative influence of gangs on teenagers is immeasurable.

Seeing this good-for-nothing's hopeless state, Xiao Mengzi was almost speechless.

[Lord Mo Zhen, please act quickly! Our future is about to turn dark; the world lines are sending nothing but negative energy...]

Snapped!
As the saying goes, jade must be carved to become a gem. Mo Zhen immediately swung her arm like a golf club and elegantly and powerfully delivered a powerful blow to Gong Ping's back.

"Hey, kid, you've got some misunderstanding. I'm an international police officer. I'm just infiltrating the enemy to further investigate the case. How can you be so easily tested? Besides, I don't need useless assistants..."

As he spoke, Mo Zhen's face showed a rare solemn expression, and he said in a serious tone.

"If you still want to work with me, you first need to correct your mindset. I don't want to raise a scoundrel who would betray Interpol. Tell me, do you love the people or gold?"

Faced with this serious question, Gongping's immediate answer was "I love Ruri."

But when the words were about to come out, Gongping finally managed to barely control his lower head.

His thought process went around in circles, wondering if Miss Liuli was also a citizen. He immediately stood at attention and saluted Mo Zhen.

"Love the people!"

Seeing Gong Ping's warm and sincere eyes, Mo Zhen nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, attitude alone isn't enough, you have to show me real action! For the next month, you must immediately begin intensive trainer training! After one month, you'll have a 1v1 duel with Thompson, best-of-one to decide the winner. If you win, you'll face any danger with me; if you lose, be careful when you get into the factory..."

"What?! A month?! Me, take on Thompson one-on-one?! Really?!"

Gong Ping looked incredulous, almost unable to believe what he had just heard.

Mo Zhen sighed helplessly, feeling that he had made a mistake.

Indeed, a month is still too much time?
A month is more than enough time for this kid to complete the championship path in the game, and also take a trip to the White Forest and Black City in the second playthrough.

Sigh, I'm a good person in every way, except I'm too soft-hearted.
(End of this chapter)