A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

The defeated Li Guanjun was in a complicated mood. He suppressed his inner loss and unwillingness and did not stay on the court for too long, although he won the doubles match strategically.

But for a champion to lose the first game was not a glorious thing in itself. He returned to the champion's office with a slightly heavy step.

Inside the office's unique private room, the sound of conversation lingered. Sitting inside was Mr. Zhao, the former Central China champion. Time had carved wrinkles of varying depths on his face, but his eyes remained sharp and bright.

Next to him, a woman from Northeast China was chatting with him enthusiastically. She had come to visit Mr. Zhao specifically to coincide with Li Xingeng's championship challenge and was curious about the event and the strength of the challenger.

The moment Li Guanjun opened the door, the conversation stopped abruptly. The two men stood up and saw Li Guanjun come in. The man who had been standing behind Mr. Zhao raised his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He spoke first: "Congratulations, Xingeng. You showed weakness to your enemy and broke your previous style. I wish you victory in this championship challenge." The tone was light, with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

This person's name is Yang Fan. When Mr. Zhao decided to retire, he competed with Li Xingeng for the Central China Championship. Unfortunately, he was not as skilled as Li Xingeng and was easily defeated by him, and eventually lost.

Coupled with Xingeng's long-term grassroots work experience and the endorsement of the national special department's ground network organization, he finally successfully won the championship in Central China.

Yang Fan has always been unwilling to accept that he became the champion of Central China, and he has another identity. He is also a dark-type trainer and one of the disciples of the dark-type trainer Zhao Laozhen.

Li Guanjun's face instantly turned gloomy and his brows furrowed unconsciously. Li Guanjun was the first champion trainer to face a challenge since the founding of China. He wanted to have a fair fight with his opponent in the arena and show his absolute strength, but reality gave him a heavy blow.

The opponent was stronger than he could have imagined, forcing him to adopt tactics similar to Tian Ji's horse racing, which was undoubtedly a humiliation for the proud him.

Li Guanjun's rage was instantly ignited. He had never imagined that he would be mocked like this by his former defeated opponent on his own territory.

The Poké Ball on his waist seemed to be infected by his anger, and it popped open with a "click". After a flash of bright light, a majestic lion-type Pokémon appeared in front of everyone.

Its body is surrounded by large patches of red and yellow mane. The mane is thick and flamboyant, surrounding its entire face and exuding a terrifying aura.

Its copper-bell-like eyes stared at Yang Fan who was speaking humiliating words to his master, and it let out a low roar from the depths of its throat. The sound seemed to be filled with endless anger and deterrence, like the prelude to an impending deadly storm.

Just when everyone was still recovering from this sudden change, there was a "bang" and a deep black light flashed across like lightning.

A humanoid Pokémon appeared like a ghost, its body tightly covered with long hair, which fell softly on its head. At first glance, it looked like a flowing long hair.

It has a sturdy body, with well-developed chest and limbs that show its great strength. Its ears are as sharp as blades, its nose is high and raised, and two long teeth protrude from the corners of its mouth, flashing a cold light in the dim light.

The sudden appearance of these two Pokémon instantly added a bit of tense atmosphere to the already strange and depressing atmosphere of the independent office. It was as if the air was compressed thin by this invisible pressure. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of becoming the fuse of this imminent conflict.

"That's enough! Yang Fan! Xin Geng! Is that all you two can stomach? Put all the Pokémon away!"

Elder Zhao's stern rebuke was like a hammer, shattering the tense atmosphere. Li Xingeng and Yang Fan's Pokémon seemed intimidated by the outburst, their previously poised attacks pausing slightly.

Li Xingeng and Yang Fan put the Pokémon back into the Poké Ball as instructed. Li Xingeng's face was still ugly, and it was obvious that his inner resentment had not completely subsided.

Elder Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, slowly walked over to Li Xingeng, raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder. He said in a gentle voice, "Xingeng, the tactic we formulated from the beginning for today's doubles match was to strategically surrender. The fact that you were able to score a point under such circumstances has far exceeded expectations and you've done an outstanding job."

In today's match, Li Guanjun's lineup selection was partly due to the influence of Mr. Zhao. The last time Mr. Zhao went to the Echeng Prison in South China, he knew that Zekrom there had awakened.

The place where the Electric and Dragon-type Zekrom is sleeping is surrounded by Mega Evolution Stones that can form Electric-type Pokémon. In addition, the ideal person he has always suspected is Zhang Leiyuan's son Zhang Heng, so it is not surprising that Zhang Leiyuan can obtain the Electric Dragon Evolution Stone.

In order to prevent the ace Pokémon from fighting too early, avoiding their attack is also a good tactical choice.

Li Xingeng bit his lower lip tightly and nodded slightly, his voice still holding a hint of unwillingness: "Mr. Zhao, I understand what you mean, but I still feel that I can't get over the fact that I didn't win the game fairly."

Elder Zhao shook his head, his eyes filled with relief. "Winning or losing is certainly important, but knowing how to assess the situation and apply strategy is equally crucial. You must believe that the singles matches ahead will be the stage where you can truly demonstrate your true strength."

After saying this, Elder Zhao turned to look at Yang Fan, his gaze sharp. "Yang Fan, I know you've been resentful of Xingeng becoming the Central China champion all these years. But the strength of that Mega Dragon in today's match wasn't even 30% of its full potential. Even if I were at my peak, it would be a struggle to fight it, and the outcome is still uncertain."

Yang Fan was still a little unconvinced and just opened his mouth: "Master...I..."

"Alright, I understand the demands you and this special envoy from the Northeast region have made, but I've stepped back behind the scenes and can't make the final decision on many things. Your demands still depend on Xingeng's opinion."

Li Guanjun frowned and looked at the two of them, waiting for them to speak.

The Northeastern woman watching the scene nearby, eyes full of smiles, chuckled and said, "Hello, Li Guanjun, I'm here at the behest of the Northeastern Champion. While I'm cheering for you, I also have something the Northeastern Champion has entrusted me with, and I'm here to ask for your approval."

"Champion of the Northeast region? What's that?"

Li Guanjun walked silently to the main seat and sat down, nodding slightly and letting her continue.

The young woman saw the wariness in Li Guanjun's eyes, but didn't take it too seriously. She continued respectfully, "Echeng Prison has completely collapsed due to that incident, and many of the officers are currently facing re-employment issues. So, we'd like to ask Li Guanjun to complete a personnel transfer and deploy the excess police force to the Northeast."

After hearing this, Li Guanjun became even more wary, although the champions in central China have always been responsible for managing logistics and mobilizing personnel.

However, the Northeast region is vast and rich in resources, and its people are simple and strong, so there's no need for extra police force to defend it. The inexplicable transfer of a group of public officials there must be an attempt to cover up the truth; they might just be targeting one of them.

He asked directly: "Police officers from Goose City Prison? Tell me directly, who do you want?"

"An ordinary grassroots prison guard, Zhuzi."