Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

Miss Officer Jenny squeezed through the crowd and walked quickly toward this side.

She was wearing a standard police uniform, with a pair of straight legs beneath a dark blue short skirt, and black boots that made a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground.

The uniform was tailored to fit her perfectly, outlining her slender waist and pert hips just right.

The police badge on his chest gleamed in the sunlight.

Her features are exquisite, and her eyes and brows exude a professional woman's competence, yet they don't appear too sharp.

Her short hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, revealing her fair neck.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Aimi?"

Officer Jenny walked up to Amy, her voice clear but with a serious tone.

Aimei paused for a moment, a bad feeling inexplicably welling up in her heart.

"I love beauty."

She nodded, then asked, "Miss Officer Jenny, what can I do for you?"

Officer Jenny's expression became even more serious.

She took a small notebook out of her pocket, glanced at it, then looked up and stared directly at Aimee.

"Is Shandou your father?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene froze.

Ai Mei's expression changed instantly.

"Yes, Shandou is my father."

"What's wrong?"

Officer Jenny took a deep breath and said, "Then please help us subdue him."

"He lost his mind on the main shopping street."

"He's crazy and attacks anyone he sees."

"He also commanded his Abiron to attack everywhere."

Officer Jenny's voice came crashing down, each word like a stone, striking Amy's heart heavily.

Although she had previously said she would no longer care about fan fighting.

However, when she heard the words "the fan was in trouble," her heart still clenched.

That's her father.

No matter how much of a jerk he is, he's still her father.

"Okay, Miss Officer Jenny, please take me there."

Jiang Chuan glanced at her, said nothing, and simply stood silently beside her.

Hanako stepped forward and gently took Aimi's hand.

Xiaoxia also put away her usual playful smile and her expression became serious.

"Let's go too."

Jun Sha looked at Jiang Chuan, then at Aimee, and nodded.

"Come with me."

The group followed Officer Jenny and walked quickly toward the commercial street.

.....................

Commercial street.

This is the most bustling part of the entire town.

The shops on both sides are lined up one after another, with all kinds of signs hanging up.

At this time of day, the streets would normally be bustling with people.

But now, the whole street is empty.

The shop's doors and windows were tightly shut, roadside stalls were overturned, and fruits and vegetables were scattered all over the ground.

The trash can was kicked over, and trash was scattered everywhere.

In the middle of the street, Shan Dou stood there, gesturing wildly and shouting something.

Abiron was standing next to him.

"I am the champion!"

"I am the champion!!"

"We are the champions!!!"

Fan Dou grabbed Hitler's fist and raised it high, as if showing off some trophy to the audience.

"Champions! We are the champions!"

Ahiron was infected by his emotions and also raised a fist, but its eyes were still confused.

Fan Dou loosened Aibirou's fist and began to dance around again.

"Come on! Again! Fight! We must fight!"

He pointed to an overturned trash can next to him, his eyes wide, his pupils flashing with an abnormal excitement.

"The opponent is over there! See that guy? He's strong! Very strong!"

He pointed to the trash can and gave the order to Abiron.

"Ahiro! Use your boxing!"

Abhiron hesitated for a moment, but still walked up to the trash can.

It raised its fist and threw a punch.

With a loud "bang," the trash can was smashed flat, and the trash inside flew out.

"Good! Well done! One more!"

Shan Dou clapped his hands excitedly and jumped around like a child.

"Left hook! Right hook! Uppercut! Hit! Hit! Hit!"

Abiro mechanically carried out the orders, punching the trash can again and again.

The trash can quickly turned into a pile of scrap metal, but the fan still didn't stop.

"Again! There! There's another opponent over there!"

He pointed to a bench next to him and began directing Abiro's attack again.

The passersby all kept their distance, and no one dared to approach.

Two young men in overalls stood about ten meters away, one of them clutching his arm with a pained expression on his face.

"Damn it, he's a lunatic. I tried to stop him, but he punched me and sent me flying."

"That guy is incredibly strong. He looks quite old, but he doesn't hold back at all when he's fighting."

"Never mind that, let the police handle it."

The crowd grew larger, but everyone maintained a safe distance.

No one dared to go up.

After all, Shan Dou's muscular physique made him look like someone not to be trifled with.

Jiang Chuan's gaze swept across the street, and suddenly he saw something.

There's a big screen on the street corner.

That screen was originally meant to play GG, but it's playing a video now.

The video is of the final match of the P1 Fighting Tournament.

On the screen, Jiang Chuan is standing on the ring, and the host is handing him the gold belt.

Then the scene changes to show Jiang Chuan circling the arena, with Infernape following beside him, its golden belt gleaming under the lights.

At the bottom of the screen, there was a line of large text: "Congratulations to Jiang Chuan for winning the P1 Fighting Tournament!"

"dad!"

Aimei burst out of the crowd and ran towards the fan.

"Dad! What's wrong with you! Stop it!"

"Dad, it's me, Aimee..."

"Look at me, Dad..."

Upon hearing the sound, Shan Dou turned his head sharply.

His eyes were fixed on Aimi, a strange light gleaming in his pupils.

"you……"

Shan Dou tilted his head and stared at Ai Mei for several seconds.

Then his expression suddenly changed, and he became excited.

"Your opponent! You are my opponent!"

He raised his hands, assuming a fighting stance.

"Come on! Fight! I am the champion! I will not lose!"

"Ahiro! Attack her!"

Fan Dou pointed at Ai Mei and gave a loud command.

Abiro looked at Aimi, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

It recognizes the love of beauty.

When it was a puppy, it was Aimei who fed it and took care of it.

Abiro raised his fist, but did not throw it directly.

"Attack! Hitmonlee! Attack!"

The fan's voice grew more agitated; he waved his fists, his expression ferocious.

"What are you doing! I'm the champion! Listen to my orders! Fight!"

Abiro's body trembled slightly.

Once captured, Pokémon cannot forcefully resist their trainer's commands.

Abiro slowly raised his fist, aiming it at Aimi.

At that moment, a red light flashed.

Jiang Chuan released Incineroar, which stood directly in front of Ai Mei.

Its hands crossed, and it caught Hitler's fist squarely.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Intense Monkey remained completely still, standing firmly in place.

It gripped Abiron's fist firmly, rendering him unable to move.

Jiang Chuan stepped out of the crowd and stood next to Ai Mei.

His expression was calm, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

Aimee nodded, her expression flustered as she spoke.

"I'm fine, but why doesn't Dad recognize me...?"

Officer Jenny rushed over from behind and, seeing that Jiang Chuan had already made his move, quickly said:

"I have already contacted the hospital and the Pokémon Center, and the ambulance will be here soon."

"The most important thing now is to calm Mr. Sendou down."

"Don't provoke him anymore, wait for the professionals to arrive..."

Before Officer Jenny could finish speaking, Jiang Chuan had already taken a few steps forward.

"I'll go."

Jiang Chuan's voice was very calm, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary.

Upon hearing this, Aimei's expression immediately changed.

"Jiangchuan!"

She grabbed Jiang Chuan's arm, her voice full of worry.

"My dad... he was a professional fighter."

"You'll be in danger."

Aimei's fingers gripped Jiang Chuan's sleeve tightly.

She looked at Shan Dou's well-defined muscles, then at Jiang Chuan.

Although the two are about the same height, the difference in their body size is still quite obvious.

Fan Dou's shoulders were wider, his pectoral muscles were thicker, and the muscles on his arms were like lumps of iron.

Although Jiang Chuan wasn't thin, he still appeared rather frail standing in front of Shan Dou.

I'm genuinely worried about my appearance.

She didn't want Jiang Chuan to get hurt.

Jiang Chuan turned his head, looked at Ai Mei, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"rest assured."

He paused, then added, "I've trained too."

"Didn't you already know last night?"

Aimei: "..."

She froze for a moment.

Then, her entire face flushed red, from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

Of course she knew last night...

In the bathtub...

The scene of misty water instantly flooded her mind.

Jiang Chuan picked her up...

"You...you..."

She stammered, her eyes darting around, but she didn't dare look at Jiang Chuan.

That scoundrel.

Why are you saying this here!

She was so embarrassed by her appearance that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

But strangely enough, the tension, fear, and worry I felt just moments before were completely dispelled by Jiang Chuan's words.

All the chaotic fears and anxieties in her mind were replaced by the blushing images from last night.

Jiang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ai Mei's reaction.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

When she's nervous, the best thing to do is to encourage her to think about something else.

You don't need to say or do anything; just make her blush, and the tension in your mind will ease.

Jiang Chuan patted Ai Mei's hand and pulled his sleeve out of her grasp.

Then he turned around and looked at Incineroar.

"Incineroar, go and control Hitmonchan."

"Just hold it down, don't hit too hard."

Infernape nodded, then leaped forward and punched Hitmonlee away...

Jiang Chuan then walked towards Shan Dou.

When Shan Dou saw someone approaching, his eyes lit up with that excited light again.

He raised his hands, making a fighting stance, and started shouting again.

"I am the champion! I am the champion!"

"Are you here to challenge me too? Bring it on! I'm not afraid!"

"I am the strongest! I am the champion!"

Jiang Chuan stood in front of him, looking at this crazy middle-aged man.

His eyes were red, his pupils were unfocused, and there was drool at the corner of his mouth.

The shirt collar was open, revealing his muscular chest and collarbone.

Sweat streamed down his neck, soaking his collar.

The fan was still shouting, "I'm the champion! I'm the champion!"

Jiang Chuan raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap.

The crisp sound echoed through the street, and everyone was stunned.

Officer Jenny's eyes widened in surprise.

What did she just say?

Don't upset him!

As a result, the man went up and slapped him.

"Mr. Jiang Chuan!" Officer Jenny cried out anxiously, her voice trembling. "What are you doing! Come back here!"

"You'll only anger him!"

Jun Sha was so anxious that she stomped her feet. Although it was the first time she had met Jiang Chuan, she didn't know why, but she was inexplicably worried that he would get hurt.

The worry came on in a strange way, like being extremely nervous about someone very important.

"Come back quickly! Danger!"

Officer Jenny's voice was trembling slightly.

But Jiang Chuan did not move.

He stood still, his eyes fixed on the fan.

The fan was slapped and was stunned for a moment.

Then his expression slowly changed from confusion to anger.

"You dare to provoke me?"

"You challenged me, the fighting champion!"

He suddenly raised his fist, his muscles tensed, and his veins bulged.

The punch, accompanied by the sound of wind, slammed towards Jiang Chuan's face.

The speed is astonishing.

The force was terrifying.

If that punch landed, an ordinary person would probably be lying down on the spot.

Officer Jenny's heart was in her throat.

"Be careful!"

She practically shouted it out.

But Jiang Chuan didn't even blink.

He raised his hand and caught Shan Dou's fist firmly in his palm.

Shan Dou's fist was enveloped by Jiang Chuan's palm, rendering him unable to move.

Shan Dou's eyes widened as he desperately tried to pull his fist back, but Jiang Chuan's fingers were like iron clamps, gripping his fist tightly.

"What...?"

A look of disbelief appeared on Shan Dou's face.

Jiang Chuan didn't give him time to react.

With his other hand clenched into a fist, he punched Shan Dou directly in the stomach.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Fan Dou's body bent down, his mouth opened, and saliva flowed out.

But Jiang Chuan did not stop.

He loosened his grip on Shan Dou's fist, grabbed Shan Dou's arms with both hands, spun around, and threw him over his shoulder!

Jiang Chuan flipped Shan Dou's 180-pound body over like a sack of potatoes.

"boom!!"

The fan fell heavily to the ground, its back hitting the hard stone pavement, raising a cloud of dust.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and he was completely disoriented from the fall.

But Jiang Chuan hasn't stopped yet.

A faint blue light flashed in his eyes.

Intermediate superpower, activated!

An invisible spiritual force surged from Jiang Chuan's mind, like a tidal wave, directly pouring into Shan Dou's brain.

Fan Dou's body jolted violently, then began to tremble uncontrollably.

That frenzied mental energy was forcibly suppressed by Jiang Chuan's superpowers.

Shan Dou's gaze slowly shifted from madness to confusion, and from confusion to unfocusedness.

His body stopped struggling and he lay on the ground, panting heavily.

But he kept muttering to himself intermittently.

"I am the champion..."

"I am the champion..."

The voice grew softer and softer, more and more indistinct, until it finally turned into a muffled murmur.

Jiang Chuan released his grip, stood up, and glanced down at the fan.

Fan Dou's eyes were half-open, his pupils unfocused, and he collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away...