Chapter 127: You Quickly Shut Up!

Chapter 127: You Quickly Shut Up!

In order to prevent the misunderstanding from deepening, Arthur decisively threw the question back.

"Then what about you? Don't you want to become a professional player?"

Who would have thought Kevin's answer would be remarkably direct.

"Of course, I want to! I dream of it!"

Kevin beckoned with his hand, calling back his Honchkrow, which was covered in water stains and ice shards, looking like a drenched chicken. While wiping Honchkrow's body and spraying Potion, he softly muttered to himself.

"My biggest dream is to become an outstanding professional player, to make a name for myself, earn more money during my career, and then, after retiring, be able to come back here and open a club. This way, perhaps the kids on this street who are my age now won't have to drop out of school early to become pickpockets on the streets."

When he softly spoke these words, Arthur, who was currently tending to Little Lapras, couldn't help but turn his head to look at him once.

Perhaps a person's radiance has nothing to do with poverty or wealth.

If Kevin could truly persist in his ideal, Arthur believed he might genuinely become a great trainer someday.

Unfortunately, his purpose in coming here today was ultimately not to discuss competitive insights.

"A very good ideal. But, everyone has their own aspirations, I suppose."

Arthur simply brushed aside the topic, causing Kevin to glare at him annoyed.

It was clear the youth's anger wasn't because he had lost the match, but more so because he couldn't stand Arthur clearly possessing such strength yet being so "unfocused on proper duties"!

Regarding this, Arthur could only silently apologize in his heart.

...

Afterward, Kevin actually kept his promise and took him to the neighboring street district. After seven turns and eight winds (many twists and turns), they found a Hypnosis Den tucked away in an alley.

"Who are you? Where are you from? I don't think I've seen you before!"

As soon as they approached the entrance, two thuggish-looking men stood up and loudly warned Arthur.

Outsiders rarely entered the slums here; the exclusivity was extremely strong.

Fortunately, Kevin, who was accompanying Arthur, timely spoke up to help resolve the situation.

"He's not a cop. He's here to move some goods."

It had to be said, this youth Kevin's words were surprisingly effective. Perhaps it was because his face was familiar?

Arthur quickly saw that after Kevin's single sentence, the two ruffians actually stopped glaring at him angrily.

One of the ruffians looked him up and down once, then pointed the way with a rumbling voice, "Go on in. Second floor, look for Enzo."

Then, Arthur strode into the small house.

Behind him, Kevin, having finished guiding the way, turned and left.

Upon entering, the interior of the house was dim, with only a few faint yellow oil lamps hanging on the farthest wall.

The oil lamps seemed to be burning something similar to incense, causing the entire house to be permeated with a very pungent aroma.

In the depths of the house, by the lamplight, one could see a large amount of light yellow powder drifting in the air, dense enough to be a trypophobe's nightmare.

That was Sleep Powder jointly released by the Gloom and Butterfree in the house.

A Hypnosis Den should originally be a type of wellness establishment that uses Pokémon to help humans sleep.

Nowadays, many prosperous big cities have large-scale hypnosis wellness clubs. There, guests are first given massages and spa treatments, then, amidst soothing music, Pokémon use their skills to help people drift off to sleep.

It's a very popular urban stress relief secret recipe in this era.

However, the Hypnosis Den Arthur saw before him was clearly not the same thing as those legitimate wellness clubs.

Not only was there a fundamental lack of massages and music, but judging from the sallow and emaciated appearance of the patrons here, this place was completely unrelated to wellness.

Not long after entering, Arthur noticed that the patrons here, before entering the Sleep Powder area, would basically all first fish out a few suspicious-looking small pills and swallow them.

Then, they would go to the dirty beds in the depths of the house and lie down, their faces quickly revealing an eerie, peaceful smile.

A whole roomful of people lay flat with such stiff smiles; looking at this scene for a long time could even make one feel a trace of unspeakable horror.

Arthur had only paused to look for a moment when he was warned by the ruffian following behind him.

"What are you looking at? Mind your own damn business and don't look where you shouldn't! Look again, and I'll gouge your eyeballs out!"

Arthur turned his head and shot him a cold glance once, effectively silencing his subsequent profanities. Then, he turned his head away without another word and went straight up to the second floor.

This truly had nothing to do with him.

Arriving at a private room on the second floor, Arthur finally met a key figure in the Yharnam Gang who could make decisions, known here as Enzo.

"Kid, what are you here for?"

"To move some goods. I heard from our group leader that you guys here can contact the Stitched Shadow Army, right? They offer high prices. I want to find them to sell a batch of Pokémon specialties."

This Yharnam Gang connection was precisely one piece of intelligence Arthur had pried from the poacher group leader earlier.

Normally, when their poacher group traded with buyers, they all went through the Yharnam Gang's channels.

Firstly, it saved them the trouble of contacting buyers themselves. Secondly, it was also a disguised form of paying tribute to the Yharnam Gang, equivalent to paying protection fees, to avoid being robbed by the local gang.

The Yharnam Gang had ways to contact the Stitched Shadow Army, and both sides had been in contact for a long time.

This was all information Arthur had obtained from the poacher group leader through "friendly exchange."

However, the other party, looking at the Ledian eyeballs Arthur revealed in his hand, had a trace of greed flash through his eyes.

"Little brother, ah. I see the goods in your hand aren't much, and the timing right now is also a bit sensitive. How about this: let's not bother with that darn Stitched Shadow Army. You want to sell these? Can't our Yharnam Gang just buy them all directly, okay?"

"Then what's your offer price?"

Arthur asked calmly.

In reality, one hand was already behind his back, grasping Honedge's hilt.

Some people, though their mouths are still speaking, already look like corpses.

"That pair of eyeballs... how about I offer four thousand?"

This price was clearly a superficial, insincere offer.

On the black market, if encountered by a lavish-spending sucker, this pair of eyeballs could sell for four hundred thousand without a problem. Enzo, with this one opening, had directly cut off two zeros.

Arthur said nothing, just offered a very faint, almost imperceptible smile.

The next moment, a round of stunning sword light abruptly erupted, instantly slashing over the wooden table in front, heading straight towards Enzo.

However, the opponent was no mediocre individual either. To be able to reach the position of a minor boss in one of the top three local gangs, this Enzo wasn't made of mud.

A humanoid, sturdy Pokémon, Krookodile, suddenly appeared in front of him, opened its mouth, and caught the sword strike with a single bite.

However, just as it caught the sword, Krookodile felt something was wrong.

Damn it, isn't the opponent's strength a bit too excessive?!

Originally, after biting the sword, it had planned to smoothly turn its head and execute a move like an Infernal Roll, envisioning that the opponent would either abandon the sword and let go, or have their arm directly twisted and broken.

The reality, however, was that the moment it bit down solidly, half the teeth in its mouth felt loose...

Annoyingly, it still didn't dare to loosen its bite.

If it loosened its bite now, it was very worried its own head might separate from its body the next second.

Sweat... flowed down...

What was originally a very cool, sudden appearance, catching a blade with its bare mouth, had now, surprisingly, left Krookodile completely stuck in an awkward predicament.

If interviewed at this moment, its inner heart would definitely be collapsing.

Master, you f*ing set me up!

Annoyingly, its master, at this moment, hadn't noticed this situation at all. After retreating two steps, he was still loudly reprimanding, "Bastard!! I knew you were trouble from the first glance!"

Krookodile wanted to cry but had no tears, wishing it could pounce over immediately and give its master a slap: You damn bitch quickly shut up!

(End of Chapter)

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