In an abandoned industrial park in a certain province and city in South China, there was a hidden underground flat.
At this moment, a Cyberpunk Helmet Man wearing a black cyberpunk-style helmet was in front, followed closely by two burly men in black suits, who were holding a dark-skinned Southeast Asian man whose hands were cuffed and whose eyes were filled with despair, and walking forward.
They walked into an independent, sealed room, which was clearly specially modified, with materials so strong that even Ghost-type Pokémon could not pass through them.
The two men in suits threw the East Asian man onto the ground; the man did not resist, nor did he struggle to stand up, remaining prostrate on the ground.
Then, the two men in suits respectfully retreated and closed the special steel door of the interrogation room.
"Alright, for a bandit like you who lives on the edge of a knife, family affection is like a joke. It's just your son who died, don't pretend to be like that for me."
An electronic voice, modified by the helmet, came, stimulating the man lying on the ground.
The man lying on the ground was Liziji, who had lost his son. His originally lifeless eyes suddenly flashed with anger, and he struggled to stand up.
The Cyberpunk Helmet Man, radiating a cold aura, swiftly delivered a flying kick, a kick imbued with a fierce gust of wind, directly striking Liziji's abdomen.
With a muffled 'thud!', Liziji had no time to react and took the full force of the incredibly fierce front kick.
In an instant, a wave of intense pain swept over him, and Liziji couldn't help but let out a desperate wail: "Ah~"
His body involuntarily tilted forward, and because his hands were still tightly cuffed behind his back, he was completely unable to use them to support his falling body.
Liziji's dark face, in an extremely pathetic posture, heavily slammed onto the hard, rough ground. At the moment of contact with the ground, a cloud of dust rose.
The man wearing the helmet showed no mercy at all. He slowly raised his right foot, then unhesitatingly stepped forcefully on Liziji's face with his specially made leather boot.
The unique and intricate pattern of the sole mercilessly rubbed against Liziji's cheek, causing him immense suffering.
"Secretly landing in Huaguo, trying to capture a Divine Beast without our knowledge is one thing. But to save your own wretched life, you dared to hand over our freighter to the Huazhong Champion? You have a lot of guts."
This time, Little Sakura's freighter could not have been plundered by mere sea bandits; there must have been external forces from other countries involved.
Even if these bandits were lucky enough to intercept it, they would not be able to withstand the wrath of a world power.
Therefore, although the Water Blade Gang nominally intercepted this freighter, it should actually be the result of top-tier combatants from other countries.
"Alright," a voice suddenly came from all sides of the sealed room.
In the dimly lit room, a huge screen appeared, emitting a cold light. Two figures appeared on the screen: one was seated on a chair, half-hidden in the shadows, their face never seen, only the outline of their body in the tall chair's back, exuding a mysterious awe.
The other figure was slender, clearly female, standing beside with a stack of documents. The screen was blurry, only showing the silhouettes of the people, but not their faces.
The seated figure's fingers gently stroked the fur of a Sun Pokémon in a rhythmic, soothing motion. The stroked Sun Pokémon lay quietly on his lap.
The Cyberpunk Helmet Man gazed respectfully at the projection on the screen, not daring to breathe, an oppressive atmosphere permeating the entire scene.
The voice from the screen came again, echoing in the sealed room.
"Enough, open his handcuffs, return his Poké Balls to him, he is still useful."
Upon hearing this, the Cyberpunk Helmet Man threw out a Poké Ball, which was Marowak, the Pokémon that had killed Ninetales and severely injured Cheng Feng in the previous text. Marowak swung the bone in his hand, and with a whistling gust of wind, it directly cut the handcuffs into pieces.
He took out the Poké Balls of Malamar and Kabutops, which had been sealed on Lake Heart Island earlier, and used a device to remove the electromagnetic chains on the Poké Balls, then threw the two Poké Balls in front of Liziji.
This method of sealing and unsealing is only possessed by the Huaguo official, so this person may have an inseparable connection with the Huaguo high-level.
After finishing everything, the Cyberpunk Helmet Man looked up and asked, "What about that freighter?"
At this moment, the female figure who had been standing on the screen spoke with a clear, cold female voice, without using electronic equipment to alter her tone, responding to the Cyberpunk Helmet Man.
She said, "To catch fish, you need bait. Our people are mixed in with the Alliance team. At that time, we will jointly attack the Water Blade Gang in the South Sea and eradicate all of Li Xingeng's loyalists."
"Do you need me to provide support?"
"No need. As long as no Champion Trainer appears, Li Xingeng will not only fail to get the freighter this time, but also the vital forces he cultivated will be completely lost."
The Cyberpunk Helmet Man pointed at Liziji, who was supporting himself with his arms and kneeling on the ground, and said, "How should we deal with this Indonesian monkey?"
"Let him go."
.........
Inside the prison's Affiliated Hospital~
Zhang Heng entered the operating room at 2 AM to assist with the surgical procedure.
It was now around 4 AM, and after nearly two hours of surgery, Darmanitan's vital signs had been largely stabilized, and it had been pulled out of critical danger.
Of course, the success of this surgery was inseparable from Zhang Heng's assistance, but Dr. Qiu, the chief surgeon, was the key to this treatment.
After the two put down their surgical instruments, they walked out of the operating room, leaving the remaining wound suturing, disinfection, and bandaging to the assistant physicians and nurses.
Dr. Qiu spoke to Zhang Heng while taking off his disposable sterile surgical gown and disinfecting himself.
"Xiao Heng, your composure and calmness are already sufficient for an assistant physician. Do you want to take over Grandpa Zhang's position in the future?"
"Qiu, the road ahead is long, and I haven't decided yet. Of course, comprehensive development in multiple directions would be better, but first, I still need to learn more from experienced seniors like you with superb medical skills."
"Haha, at such a young age, your eloquence is already on par with your father's."
This Qiu, ten years older than Zhang Heng's father, is one of the top renowned surgical doctors.
"Xiao Heng, there are no outsiders here. Tell me, what in this prison has Lei Yuan taken a liking to?"
"Do you know what type of Electric-type Pokémon guards this prison? And where is it located?"
After hearing Zhang Heng's words, Dr. Qiu was also stunned for a moment, considering that Zhang Lei Yuan is an electric-type Trainer.
He then retorted to Zhang Heng, "Your dad... is he alright? He wouldn't have taken a liking to the Electric-type Pokémon guarding the prison, would he? This is a Pokémon with a Trainer; it cannot be captured."
