"Phew…"
Aaron walked down the street and let out a long breath.
He stretched lazily and breathed in the fresh air. Living like a carefree slacker really did feel amazing.
The battles over the past two days had worn him out.
Now he could finally relax and continue his journey.
"It's ti to head to the next city…"
Aaron muttered to himself.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Just then, Aaron's communicator received a ssage.
He paused, then opened it and saw a video from an unknown number.
Feeling puzzled, Aaron tapped it open.
The mont the first fra appeared, his pupils shrank.
Boom!
Golden arcs of electricity flashed across his body. Terrifying pressure erupted outward, sweeping through the street and stirring up a cold gust of wind.
Fortunately, no one was nearby.
Otherwise, anyone who saw him like this might have thought they were looking at a ghost.
Golden flas flickered around Aaron, and a bone-chilling coldness radiated from his body.
"Damn it…"
Aaron lowered his head, his expression hidden, as those words escaped his mouth, thick with murderous intent.
In the video, a Pokémon was tied to a pillar.
Its entire body was covered in whip marks. Not a single patch of skin had been left untouched.
It was drenched in blood, its eyes hollow and numb.
Aaron recognized the Pokémon at a glance.
It was the Zoroark that had once belonged to Harker.
The one Aaron had released.
Below the video was a line of text.
"Co to the Eastside Ruins alone. Don't tell anyone, or else…"
"This Zoroark will die in the most painful way possible."
Boom!
Aaron's killing intent turned colder than ice, and another terrifying wave of pressure erupted from him.
The ground beneath his feet cracked apart.
"Harker… you really are asking to die."
Aaron's eyes flashed with icy coldness as he muttered to himself.
He did not even need to think to know who had sent the video.
It was Harker, the one he had clashed with before while capturing Infernape.
The only son of Champion Quentin.
"Grenin…"
Greninja patted Aaron on the shoulder, as if telling him to calm down.
"Greninja… I know."
Aaron took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.
Then he said,
"Let's go."
"When we get there, saving Zoroark cos first."
"Grenin."
Greninja nodded, then headed toward the Eastside Ruins with Aaron.
…
Eastside Ruins.
This place was far from the city center and unusually quiet.
The ground was covered in bricks and rubble from abandoned buildings. This had once been a residential area, but after an intense battle, it had been reduced to ruins overnight and abandoned.
At this mont, two figures stood there.
A black Pokémon was tied to a pillar nearby.
It was Harker and his bodyguard.
Harker's eyes were filled with hatred. He glanced at Zoroark, raised his whip, and lashed it again.
Snap!
Blood splattered.
Zoroark had already gone numb. It did not react at all.
"Hahaha… you worthless thing, didn't you want to run?"
"Why aren't you running now?"
"You really thought sothing like you could escape from ?"
"Pah!"
Harker sneered viciously, then spat at it.
After that, he turned to the man beside him.
"How is it?"
"Did you send the ssage to Aaron?"
Standing beside Harker was a man in his forties with a powerful presence.
He was Harker's bodyguard, a Champion-class Trainer.
"It's been sent, sir."
The bodyguard nodded.
But hesitation appeared on his face as he lowered his voice.
"Sir… your father said we must not touch Aaron. Are we perhaps…"
"Bullshit!"
The mont Harker heard that, he exploded like a furious beast and shouted at him.
"I don't care who he is!"
"Anyone who humiliates dies!"
"I'm warning you… stay in your lane."
"Your only job is to protect . Nothing else."
"Otherwise… you won't like what happens."
Cold sweat rolled down the bodyguard's forehead.
He knew Harker's personality far too well.
The boy always got revenge, and he was vicious.
No.
Calling him vicious was too kind.
He was a psychopath.
Once Harker targeted soone, they would have nightmares.
"I understand… sir."
The bodyguard quickly nodded.
"Is the Pokémon assassin ready?"
Harker suppressed the anger in his heart and asked coldly.
"Everything has been arranged, sir."
"This ti, we hired an assassin from the Assassination Organization. He is also Champion-class."
"As long as you give the order, he will strike from the shadows and deliver the killing blow."
The bodyguard quickly reported.
"Good… very good."
"Hehehe…"
A twisted smile crept across Harker's face.
Even the bodyguard beside him could not help shivering.
What a lunatic…
The bodyguard thought silently.
He knew better than anyone how rotten Harker truly was.
Harker enjoyed torturing Pokémon.
He also enjoyed abusing won.
The girls he had ruined numbered in the dozens, perhaps even close to a hundred. Several had even died by his hand.
All of them had been tortured to death.
And every ti, the bodyguard had been the one forced to step forward and spend money to cover it up.
The boy was practically a demon wearing human skin.
But what could anyone do?
He was the son of a Champion.
Sotis, there really was no justice in this world.
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