Chapter 634: Mission

The journey from Verdance City to Wyvernia would take nearly twenty hours by plane, but Hank had opted for a sea route instead.

Wailord was massive in size, but because of that, its speed was slow.

Under normal circumstances, it would take nearly three days for it to reach Wyvernia at its current pace.

However, within two days it could at least leave the territorial waters of Drakoria, and then they could switch to another means of transport.

"Hey, I'm thirsty."

Julian spoke to Hank.

It was already nearing six in the morning. From the moment he was tied up until now, he hadn't had a drop of water. He really was a bit thirsty.

"You, go feed him."

Hank had no intention of tormenting Julian. He handed a water bottle to Selina and ordered her to give Julian a drink.

After drinking the water, the feeling of thirst was gone, but now hunger started to creep in.

"Hey, I'm hungry."

Hank's face darkened slightly. 'This guy sure had a lot of requests.'

He pulled out an energy bar and told Selina to feed him again. One of these bars could sustain a person for an entire day—though the taste left much to be desired.

"No steamed buns? Fried dough sticks? Hell, I'd even take a flatbread at this point."

Julian eyed the energy bar with disdain. Under normal circumstances, even his Arcanine wouldn't eat something like this.

"No. Take it or leave it." Hank snorted coldly.

'Still thinking about steamed buns and fried dough sticks? Dream on. Even I don't have those and you want them?'

Half an hour later.

"Hey, I need to pee."

"Why do you have so many problems?" Hank snapped.

"I can't help it—nature calls." Julian gave him an innocent look. "Hurry up, or I'm doing it right here."

Wailord: '…You're seriously about to piss in my mouth?'

Hank pulled out a bottle and handed it to Selina. "You, go help him."

Selina's face flushed red.

Julian, however, was 'outraged':

"Hey, that's going too far! I'm an adult—I don't need 'help'!"

That said, deep down, he was a little excited. After all, the lady boss was sexy and beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have a hot older sister help him with that.

"Sir, I… I can't do this. Maybe you should handle it?" Selina shook her head.

Just because she was a spy didn't mean she was some shameless woman. She still had her modesty.

"NO!" x2

Hank and Julian both shouted at the same time.

Hank: 'I am NOT holding it for another man.'

Julian: 'I am NOT letting another man hold it for me.'

Neither of them could stomach the idea.

"Hurry up, I'm about to burst!" Julian urged.

"Tch."

Hank stepped forward, making Julian instinctively recoil.

"Wait—you're actually considering it?! Fine, I'll just wet myself then!"

Hank's face darkened at Julian's words. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a syringe filled with a milky-white liquid.

"What's that?"

Julian eyed it warily.

"A muscle relaxant. After this injection, your strength will be only one-tenth of what it normally is."

To avoid being tricked, Julian used his Probing Eyes to check—it was indeed a muscle relaxant, not some poison or strange mind-altering drug.

After injecting the substance and waiting a minute, Hank uncuffed Julian's hands and tossed him a bottle. "Do it yourself."

Hank wasn't worried about Julian causing trouble. With only a fraction of his strength left, he'd be about as strong as a five-year-old.

Plus, he didn't even have a single Pokémon.

And Machamp had been watching Julian closely the whole time.

But what Hank didn't know was that Julian possessed the Mega Pallet Town Physique. Even with only a tenth of his strength, he could still punch a hole through someone's skull.

More importantly, due to the influence of Ambrosia he'd consumed, the muscle relaxant had zero effect on him.

After finishing his business, Julian casually tossed the bottle aside and Hank immediately cuffed his hands again.

Julian sneered, "You're really cautious. I've got no strength left, and you're still cuffing me."

"I'm preventing you from killing yourself," Hank replied flatly.

Julian almost laughed. 'Kill myself? I'm gonna live for centuries—why the hell would I do that?'

"Relax, I'm not suicidal. I want to live long enough to see my grandfather and father wipe your pathetic country off the map."

THUD!

Just as Julian finished speaking, Hank punched him hard in the stomach.

'Damn, that actually hurt.' Julian crumpled to the ground, face twisted in pain, glaring angrily at his attacker.

Hank leaned down, voice icy. "You still don't understand your situation, do you?"

"Even if your family could do such a thing, the moment they tried, you'd be the first to die."

He then grabbed Julian by the hair, forcing him to meet his eyes. "As the Walker family's sole heir, I doubt they'd want to see you dead."

Ptooey!

With his face this close, Julian spat right on his face. "My parents are still young. If I die, they can just make another one."

"Besides, my dad might even have some illegitimate kid out there. If I die, he'll finally have an excuse to make him official."

Jake: 'Even at a time like this, you're still slandering me?!'

Hank was left speechless by Julian's words. But thinking it over… damn, it actually kind of made sense.

But this brat dared to spit in his face.

Thud!

At that thought, he smashed Julian's head down hard.

Though they were inside Wailord's mouth, that didn't mean its insides were exactly 'soft'.

BAM! BAM! BAM!—

Hank smashed Julian's head against the ground four or five times in quick succession, leaving his forehead split and bleeding before finally letting go.

The Mega Pallet Town Physique mainly boosted Julian's strength, not his defense—so while he could punch like a truck, his ability to take hits wasn't much better than an ordinary person's.

"Stay in line. The higher-ups want you delivered 'intact', but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer along the way," Hank said coldly.

Julian just grinned.

Secretly, he used his psychic abilities to soothe the furious Gengar lurking in his shadow.

Gengar: "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM."

"Not yet. When the time comes, I'll let you devour his soul—piece by piece."

Julian lowered his head, but his eyes gleamed with icy malice as blood trickled down his face.

"Ding!"

"Daily Mission Issued"

"Mission Objective: Provoke Hank into hitting you again."

"Mission Reward: Each punch or kick will earn you 1,000 points. No upper limit."

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Hearing the voice in his mind, Julian was instantly speechless.

'What kind of masochistic mission is this? But that reward…'

'No upper limit? If he hits me a hundred times, that's 100,000 points!'

'Heh.'

'Let the storm rage harder.'

"Let me ask you a question," Julian said suddenly.

Hank scowled. "Make it your last. Speak."

"If you have ten knives and drop two, how many are left?"

Hank's face twisted in fury. "Do you think I'm stupid?! Eight!"

"Aww, good boy~ That 'Daddy' sounded real sweet," Julian grinned widely.

"Pfft—!"

Selina couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud.

[T/N: "Eight" in Chinese is (bā) and "Daddy" in Chinese is commonly translated as (bàba). Not exactly same but yeah.]

Hank's veins bulged. "YOU LITTLE—!"

"DIE!"

He stormed over and began laying into Julian—punches, kicks, each blow landing with brutal force.

But Julian just laughed, even as pain wracked his body.

"HAHAHA! A son beating his own father?!"

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