Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

It stared at the lone pincer on the ground, then looked at the crab's completely calm face, its heart trembling violently.

What... what kind of approach is this?

Self-harm as a way to show affection?

Or is it some kind of unfathomable show of force?

Could this seemingly honest crab actually be a ruthless character skilled in power struggles?

It couldn't help but glance at its own wings, its eyes sharpening—

It is a Pidgey that is never inferior to humans in its life, and it will never be outdone in terms of spirit!

Just as it took a deep breath, seemingly preparing to do something amazing—

Bulbasaur was shocked and quickly stretched out its vine whip to wrap around Pidgeotto.

"Seeds! Seeds!!"

No, you mustn't! You absolutely mustn't!

If you're gone, you're really gone!

The Charmander beside it silently looked away.

It originally thought that when it was the king of the mountain, the Pokémon under its command were already a headache enough.

In retrospect, they were nothing compared to the great ones—at least they wouldn't tear off their own arms and legs as gifts the moment they met...

Even after securing one, the giant crab's social enthusiasm hasn't waned.

It looked left and right.

Bulbasaur was busy comforting Pidgey, who was so happy to receive its gift that it was about to fly away.

The caterpillar is sleeping and it's not convenient to disturb it.

Pikachu has already been given away.

That leaves only...

It moved sideways with a clattering sound, and went straight to the Charmeleon, looking up at its companion with the strongest aura in the arena.

Especially when staring at its matte black skin, their eyes were filled with undisguised envy.

Charmeleon: "..."

It had a bad feeling.

With another "click," the giant pincers detached themselves and rolled to Charizard's front.

Charizard's eyes twitched wildly.

Pretend to look at the clouds in the distance, pretending not to see them.

Even something as ferocious as it felt it was a bit presumptuous to offer a part of its body upon first meeting.

Seeing that Charmeleon didn't react, Crab thought for a moment.

It estimated the size of the Charizard and then suddenly realized.

Yes!

One person is definitely not enough for someone of that size!

Then—click! click! click!

It's like an assembly line process, with the leaves falling off, regenerating, and falling off again...

In no time, a small mountain made of crab claws piled up at the feet of the Charmander.

"Tsk tsk! Tsk tsk!"

It waved its newborn pincers enthusiastically, its eyes sparkling.

for you!

Big! Lots of them!

Charmeleon: "!!!"

It suddenly felt...

In this team, not being freakish enough seems like being out of place.

Seeing that the giant crab showed no sign of stopping, Charmeleon finally couldn't take it anymore. It quickly stretched out its claws and pressed down on the pile of crab claws, nodding frantically to indicate that it had received the message.

Please, please don't let it break again!

This way of giving gifts is absolutely terrifying!

Xiao Zhi watched with great satisfaction.

"The big-clawed crab is such a kind-hearted crab; it's already become friends with everyone so quickly."

It has Bulbasaur internally and Krabby externally.

How do you say his team is thriving?

It's booming!

......

Changqing City.

A secret headquarters of Team Rocket.

A man with a buzz cut wakes up in a large, comfortable bed that offers no real peace.

The smart sensor light in the bedroom turned on just the right amount of light as he sat up.

Change clothes, button up, and straighten cuffs.

He made sure every button on his suit was fastened perfectly before opening the door.

"Hello, Boss Sakaki!"

In the corridor, everyone who encountered him instantly straightened up and bowed their heads.

The man did not look away for even a moment.

He responded with a barely audible "hmm" through his nose, then walked steadily toward his private office.

The heavy solid wood door closed silently behind him, shutting everything out.

The interior was extremely clean.

Apart from a chair and a desk, there was almost nothing else.

Coffee had already been poured on the desk.

Holding his coffee, Sakaki did not sit down immediately.

Instead, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass that covered the entire wall and gazed at the simulated natural scenery outside the window.

His imposing face and receding hairline were clearly reflected in the glass.

The outside world turns pale at the mere mention of the Rockets' name.

As the most mysterious BOSS, his title of "Dark Emperor of Kanto" is even more terrifying.

Some might think that someone like him should lurk in the shadows every day, plotting to overthrow the world.

But they were wrong.

Big mistakes.

Only he himself knows the truth every morning when he opens his eyes.

What first came to mind was not conquering the world, not overthrowing alliances, not surging conspiracies.

Instead, it is more realistic and more burdensome.

Two words that could almost bend your spine—

make money.

There is no other reason.

As the largest criminal gang in the Kanto region.

The daily needs of his thousands of subordinates, including food, drink, equipment upgrades, base maintenance, and intelligence network operations...

Which one of them can devour a golden Snorlax?

Are you trying to cause trouble?

A head-on clash with the alliance?

Researching ultimate weapons like Mewtwo?

These grand ideas are based on only one premise.

Budget!

An ever-flowing budget!

"Boom boom boom!"

The noise from outside the door interrupted Sakaki's thoughts.

"Enter."

A bespectacled, meticulous-looking senior secretary quietly pushed a silver cart full of documents into the room.

"Boss, these are the documents that need your review and signature today."

The secretary's voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He sorted the heavy folders into categories and neatly stacked them on the huge desk.

Sakaki sat down in the high-backed chair, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of documents, a hint of weariness that only he could understand flashing in his eyes.

He casually picked up the top one.

Detailed breakdown and approval of salary and allowance payments for all levels of personnel this month.

He flipped through the book expressionlessly, quickly scanning the densely packed numbers.