Pokémon, I summon my fists to attack you

Pikachu's ears suddenly perked up, as if he had noticed something!

"Pickup!"

It’s a familiar smell!

Whoosh!

Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and an illusory shadow passed by them with a slight whistling sound.

Followed by.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Several shadows flashed by one after another.

"What's it this time?"

Xiaoxia asked quickly.

Anything is possible here.

With his excellent dynamic vision, Xiaozhi saw the iconic figure clearly and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Dragonite?"

Isn't this Brother Du's signature Pokémon?

One, two, three, four, five.

He counted silently in his mind, wow, there were actually five of them!

This is almost as much as Brother Du’s entire fortune!

“This guest has really good eyesight!”

Those Dragonites seemed to be holding a few black bags, I don't know what they were...

Things that need to be guarded by the Kanto Quasi-Gods...

It must be something very valuable, right?

Xiaozhi's curiosity grew stronger, and he didn't bother with politeness and asked directly.

"What are they holding in their hands?"

The butler was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Xiaozhi to notice such a detail, and then explained with a smile.

"Excuse me, that's just the garbage from the mansion."

Three people: "?"

Use Dragonite to throw away garbage?

When they heard the butler's slightly boastful answer, their mouths opened wide and they couldn't close them for a long time.

Xiaozhi was the first to come to his senses and scratched his head.

"If this gets out and Brother Du finds out, he'll probably cry for a long time."

A hint of surprise flashed in the housekeeper's eyes. He didn't expect that the person in front of him was so familiar with the Four Heavenly Kings without showing off.

"Do you know Yulongdu? To be honest, we purchased these dragons from the Yulong family."

When Xiaozhi heard this, he immediately became energetic.

I just listened to you playing the flute, now it’s time to listen to how I play it!

"I'm not sleepy anymore now that you're talking about this. I saved Du's life back then."

He pulled the butler over and started sharing the story he had just made up.

"let me tell you..."

ten minutes later.

"...That's pretty much it."

Xiaozhi's mouth felt dry.

He was so excited when he told the story just now that the people who were listening were stunned.

"Is... is that so?"

The butler's face twitched a little, and the corners of his mouth trembled unnaturally.

At first he still had some faith, thinking about defeating the mysterious Pokémon together with Du.

After all, the world is so big that anything that happens is not uncommon.

But the more I listened, the more outrageous it seemed.

A group of legendary beasts such as Groudon, Kyogre, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina were summoned for a huge fight.

In the end, even the creator god Arceus showed up to mediate?

And then the road was wiped out by you riding Groudon into the sky to fight it?

Are you making fun of me?

The butler stepped on the accelerator and accelerated directly.

......

"Everyone, we've arrived."

The three of them finally walked through the corridor and arrived at the hall.

Everything around here exudes an astonishing sense of luxury.

The light from the crystal chandelier is dazzling, and the precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls are priceless.

However, the next moment, the style of the painting suddenly changed.

Two coffins suddenly caught everyone's attention and were placed abruptly in the center of the hall, forming a strong contrast with the glittering decorations around them.

"Is this how rich people decorate their halls?"

"Like to put two coffins in the middle?"

Coming up next to Xiaogang, Xiaozhi's eyes widened and his voice was very low.

After the previous incidents, he no longer dares to express his opinions casually.

Afraid of exposing the fact that he is a country bumpkin.

Xiaogang looked around, cleared his throat, put on an appearance of being knowledgeable, and explained seriously.

"Coffin...coffin..."

"Promotion and wealth are what rich people like, as they seek good luck."

Xiaozhi's brows relaxed slightly and he nodded thoughtfully.

"Teacher Gang, you still understand."

The butler at the side stumbled to the coffin, slowly raised his head, and glanced at everyone.

"Three..."

His voice suddenly became low and hoarse, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"The one lying inside is my master..."

Xiaozhi's eyes were like lightning, and he suddenly turned around to look at Teacher Gang!

Teacher Gang coughed twice in embarrassment.

This can't be blamed on him for over-interpreting.

Whose good person wouldn’t be buried in the ground after death, but put out in the open?

The soft-hearted Xiaoxia looked reluctant and asked softly.

"So Kojiro's parents are because...?"

The butler took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but his voice was still choked with sobs that were difficult to conceal.

"Ever since Master Kojiro ran away from home, the master and his wife have been like lost souls, weeping all day long, and finally overwhelmed with grief..."

When Xiaozhi heard this, he couldn't help but move closer to Xiaogang and complain quietly.

"If I lived here, I'd probably run away too. Look at this place. It feels like it takes at least half an hour to go to the bathroom."

Xiaogang also responded in a low voice.

"To be honest, it's true. Maybe their beds are as big as a gymnasium."

Xiaoxia glared at the two of them fiercely.

Are you talking nonsense? Can't you see that the other person is sad?

Besides, whose bed can be as big as a gymnasium!

"Master Kojiro is my master's only son."

The butler seemed not to notice the little episode between the three people. He was immersed in his memories and continued talking to himself.

"Every day he wakes up from his 600-square-meter bed, then takes a helicopter from his bedroom to the dining room to eat at a 500-square-meter table..."

Xiaoxia: “…”

She twitched her lips, then comforted him.

"Uncle, don't be too sad. If we see Kojiro again in the future, we must tell him about these things!"

The Seventh Umbrella of the Temple of the Temple of the Temple of the Temple

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper raised his trembling hands and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his gratitude overflowing with words.

"Thank you all very much. If you can find the young master, Master and Madam will know and reward you handsomely!"

75. What is the Rockets’ black technology?

the other side.

Team Rocket followed the route marked on the missing person notice and traveled non-stop until they finally arrived in front of the mansion.

Kojiro stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the towering building. His expression was complicated, and memories of the past came flooding back like a tide.

600 square meters of bed... 500 square meters of table and a toilet that needs to be used half an hour in advance...

"It looked huge from a distance, but I didn't expect it to be this...huge when I got closer!"

Musashi on the side was racking his brains and didn't know how to describe it.

"That's right, meow! With such a big house, the dust must be really bad, meow!"

Kojiro: "?"

What is your brain circuit?

......

Outside the door, after saying goodbye to the housekeeper, the three began to discuss.

"Where are we going to find a big reward...oh no, Kojiro?"

Xiaozhi asked.

Of course, as a five-star citizen of the Kanto region.

He wasn't doing it for any big reward, he just simply enjoyed helping others.

Xiaoxia raised her head slightly, frowned slightly, and searched her mind for fragments of memories of her past encounters with Team Rocket. After a moment, she spoke uncertainly.

"Uh... they all seemed to appear in front of us suddenly..."

The three fell into silence for a while.

It seems... it's really like this...

At the same time, the three members of Team Rocket who were hiding in the bushes not far away, saw Xiaozhi and his group who had just walked out of the door through the gaps in the bushes.

Musashi quickly covered his mouth with his hand and spoke in a low voice.