An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 128 Doing something big, doing something big! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Inside the cramped room, the musty smell of decay mingled with a lingering sweet aroma.

Dim light streamed in through the only small window, barely illuminating everything in the room.

The figure that appeared on the bed was not the curled-up figure that Mo Zhen had expected.

A man dressed in a well-tailored dark suit is sitting casually on the edge of the bed.

His hair was meticulously combed, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. The moment Mo Zhen stepped into the room, a smile of anticipated pleasure immediately appeared on his lips.

"Well, you've finally arrived. Looks like I came to the right place, Mr. Uz."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a sense of composure as if he were in complete control.

He leaned forward slightly and extended his hand, gloved with black leather, to Mo Zhen, the gesture as elegant as handing over a business card.

"Nice to meet you, I am..."

"I ask you."

Mo Zhen's voice was completely flat, instantly freezing the atmosphere the other party had created.

He didn't even look at the outstretched hand. His pair of golden eyes, which never went out, suddenly lit up in the shadows, cold and majestic, like an ancient dragon awakening, with an indifference as if scrutinizing an ant.

Where is the loser who used to live here?

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and the carefully prepared self-introduction came to an abrupt end.

He naturally withdrew his hand and gently placed it on his knee, as if the awkwardness from just now had never happened.

"Hehe, Mr. Uzi, I think you might have heard of me. In any case, we're colleagues in the Quick Gun team. I am..."

"I ask you."

Mo Zhen spoke again, his voice still calm, but containing an even heavier sense of oppression than before.

The light from the golden eyes seemed to intensify, distorting and dimming the surrounding light.

Where is the loser who used to live here?

The smile on the man in the suit finally vanished completely.

An indescribable chill instantly crept up his spine and up to the top of his head.

That wasn’t the vigilance against a powerful enemy, but the instinctive trembling of a living being in the face of a higher being!

A fear stemming from an instinct for survival gripped his heart—he had to answer! Immediately! Right now!
"Cough cough..."

The man subconsciously cleared his dry throat, no longer daring to show off or delay, and spoke very quickly.

"That's right, to be honest, I don't know anything about the owner of this room, really, absolutely."

He paused for a moment, as if to confirm whether the oppressive aura of those golden eyes allowed him to continue, before quickly adding to his statement.

"Someone told me I could find you here, so I'm here now. I don't know if that's clear enough?"

The information is concise and clear, without any unnecessary embellishment or probing.

After receiving the answer, Mo Zhen instantly withdrew the light from his golden eyes, and the pressure from [Soul Illusion] receded like a tide.

He had no expression, and didn't even glance at the other person again, as if the other person were just an insignificant piece of furniture.

Colt sat frozen on the bed, watching helplessly as the red figure was about to disappear outside the door.

"You...do you know who I am? I am..."

He opened his mouth, the name that represented his identity, power, and authority in the entire Seventh District—Colt—was on the tip of his tongue, but for the third time he couldn't utter it!

Shame, huge shame!

The soul-shaking sensation brought by those golden eyes had not yet completely subsided, but another, even more intense emotion quickly took over.

Colt, the powerful figure in District 7 and the future leader of the Quick Guns, was treated like air without even being able to utter his name.
This Uzi... is too arrogant!
"Humph……"

A low groan, suppressed with rage, escaped Colt's throat.

No, we absolutely cannot let him go like this!
He needs to know that not just anyone can be so rude to Colt in this downtown area!
At the very least... I need to make him stop and hear his name called!

"Stop!"

Colt's low growl was accompanied by the blinding red light of the Poké Ball activating.

"Sha—!!!"

A roar filled with violence and majesty instantly shattered the silence of the room!
In the red light, a tall and burly figure landed with a vengeance. Its orange-yellow skin covered strong muscles, and most striking of all was the bright red crown on its head, which resembled a royal crown.

The bandana-wearing thug, also known as the "Orange-Crowned Lizard," is a Dark/Fighting-type street fighter and Colt's trump card for intimidating District 7!
Its appearance, a mixture of intense malice and violent fighting spirit, made even the mottled walls of the hanging room seem to tremble.

Without Colt giving any further instructions, its ridiculously strong hind leg muscles suddenly bulged, and the ground groaned under the strain!

"Sha—!!!"

With a second, even more ferocious roar, the turbaned thug's massive body shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight for Mo Zhen's back!

Its thick right leg was raised high, its knee enveloped in a malevolent, deep purple fighting energy, unleashing a [Flying Knee Kick] with a ferocious, one-hit-kill aura!
This strike was swift, ruthless, and vicious! The angle was tricky, aimed directly at the back of the heart—clearly a deadly move honed in street fights!
Colt's lips curled into a cold smile. He wanted to teach this arrogant Uzi the price of looking down on him, or at least make him stop in his tracks in a sorry state!

However, just as that terrifying knee strike, imbued with dark energy, was about to strike Mo Zhen's back—

"Quack!!!"

A yellow figure appeared out of thin air, suddenly appearing behind Mo Zhen!
Its once dull, beady eyes now blazed with a fierce light, and its entire body was enveloped in a visible crimson-gold battle aura, like a burning flame!
Faced with the bandana thug's ferocious attack, which was enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, Xiao Huolong did not retreat at all. Instead, he lowered his waist and stood on his horse. The muscles of his thick forelimbs, as thick as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, bulged and cleaved. The Burning Battle Qi was compressed and condensed on his small right claw at an unprecedented speed!
Extreme—Eight—Collapse!

Xiao Huolong let out a deep roar and swung his right claw out fiercely!
There are no fancy techniques, only the purest power and the ultimate explosion of fighting spirit!
boom--! ! !
Dark purple evil energy and crimson gold incineration battle aura collided violently like two high-speed trains crashing into a narrow doorway!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The next second, an unimaginable, terrifying shockwave exploded outwards from the point of impact, like a tangible raging wave!

CRACK——!!!
The fragile walls of the rented room were like paper, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks!
Empty cans, rags, and papers from the State of Lu scattered around the room were swept up by the violent airflow and slammed against the walls!

The whole room was shaking violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred!
As the smoke and dust cleared, Xiao Huolong's small body was seen firmly planted on the ground at the entrance, his right paw emitting a slight warmth, his sharp eyes fixed on the front.

On the other side, the turbaned thug's massive body was actually forced back three steps by the force of the impact!
On its thick right leg, there was even a tiny burn mark near the knee!

Its scarlet eyes were filled with surprise and rage, clearly not expecting that this unassuming peach can lizard could unleash such terrifying power to withstand its fatal blow!
have equal shares!

Colt's pupils contracted sharply, and the fierce look on his face was instantly replaced by disbelief.

His bandana-wearing thug... was actually blocked?!

And the other party was just a dull-looking lizard that resembled a canned peach?!
You should know that his bandana thug is a terrifying existence with a level of 44. In the lower district of Liyong City, he is an absolute force that can crush everything!

Although Colt already knew about Mo Zhen's glorious past, he was still shocked when this magical creature actually appeared in front of him and could not believe what he was seeing.

Regardless, he achieved his goal.

The man in the red suit stopped at the door, just as he had hoped.

The moment he saw Mo Zhen turn around, Colt's face finally regained its confident smile.

"As expected... this is the only way you can hear me when I greet you."

Although Xiao Huolong's strength far exceeded his expectations, it lacked the suffocating feeling of being overwhelmed by Mo Zhen's Golden Eyes.

Therefore, he felt that he could now engage in conversation with the other party based on his position of power and influence.

"Please don't interrupt me, let me give you a proper introduction, okay? I'm Colt, an officer in the Seventh District of the Quick Gun Squad!"

Having finally completed his three separate self-introductions, Colt suddenly felt a sense of boredom.

Just like being interrupted by phone calls several times while doing something, even if you finally finish, the result is not satisfactory...

Mo Zhen's indifferent expression at this moment made Colt feel even more deeply frustrated and defeated.

He had meticulously designed a series of formulaic dialogues, calculating every detail, from the gestures to the transitions between sentences.

However, it ended so hastily, which is truly regrettable.

"Oh? Colt from District 7... So it's you, you blind brat, who failed to control your men and caused trouble on my turf? You've come to see me this time for more than just an apology, haven't you?"

Did I...did I even apologize to you?!
Although Colt had an urge to utter those words to Mo Zhen's face, as an ambitious man with the heart of a ruthless tyrant, he managed to restrain his emotions quite well.
"What happened last time was because my subordinates didn't convey the message clearly. I apologize to you on their behalf. But my main purpose in coming here this time is to put aside past grievances and discuss important matters with you."

Discussing important matters? Mo Zhen's eyes revealed a hint of disdain for this country bumpkin.

Although he usually appears polite, in reality, there are very few people who truly meet his standards and are worthy of discussing important matters with him.

"I think that's unnecessary. Discussing important matters is still too far removed from our future..."

When Colt heard this, he thought Uz was just being modest, implying that his position as a squad leader was different from that of a cadre like himself.

He immediately put on a respectful smile and began to chat warmly.

"Haha, Mr. Uz is joking. How many people in the Quick Gun team do you think can be called heroes?"

Hearing these nonsensical words, Mo Zhen curled her lips, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Damn it, stop spouting this nonsense. Why don't you just make some plum wine instead?
Upon thinking of this, Colt actually pulled out a bottle of whiskey, took out two glasses filled with pure ice, and filled them with the whiskey.

Mo Zhen rolled her eyes, speechless at the scene before her.

What the hell is this? Ice wine as a metaphor for heroes?

However, since the role had already been arranged for him, as a veteran artist, he still cooperated with great professionalism.

"Ninth District Carbine, fully armed, are you ready to be a hero?"

Colt laughed and said.

"The skeletons in the tomb, I will capture them sooner or later!"

Mo Zhen said.

"The Desert Eagles of the North City, with four ball-handling and three elite troops, and numerous guns and cannons; now they occupy the four districts, and their subordinates are full of capable men. Could they be heroes?"

Colt laughed and said.

"The Desert Eagle is fierce in appearance but timid in reality, good at planning but indecisive; it is afraid of losing its life when it comes to great things, but will risk its life for small gains: it is not a hero."

……

After listing a bunch of names of cadres from various districts of the Quick-Gun Team and receiving comments like "empty reputation," "living in the name of his father," "a door-guarding dog," and "mediocre," Mo Zhen really got too lazy to act anymore.

"Tell me, who in our Quickdraw Squad deserves to be called a hero?"

Colt then pointed at Mo Zhen, then at himself, and said.

"Today's fastest gun heroes are only Uzi and Cole!"

Boom——

Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder roared, reflecting the expressionless face on Mo Zhen's face.

Damn it... he really couldn't portray the surprised look on Big Ear Thief's face in this play.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, where heroes discuss themselves over wine, is such an old show that's been around for so many years! What era are we living in that we're still putting on this show?
Colt, on the other hand, seemed to be immersed in the role of a warlord in a chaotic era, with an ambitious and domineering expression on his face.

"Uzi, look at this! This is what our Quick Gun team looks like now! We're starving, everything's in disarray, and we're beset by internal and external troubles! And the root of all this lies with our team leader!"

At this point, a hint of amusement finally appeared on Mo Zhen's previously expressionless face.

Everyone knows what I mean; seriously, all this kid wants to do is press Skip.

But if you tell him you want to cause trouble, that troublemaker will definitely get excited.

"Oh?! What do you mean? I'd like to hear the details!"

Seeing that Mo Zhen was really interested, Colt immediately became very excited and his spirits soared.

"That's right. Everyone has been intimidated by that so-called 'BOSS' all along. Whether it's work or life, everyone is shrouded in his shadow. They make wild guesses about this elusive figure, treat some rumors as gospel, and follow his rules blindly."

"But if you ask me... this so-called 'BOSS' might not even exist! How many of us in the Quickdraw team have actually seen the Crimson King? I strongly suspect that this so-called 'BOSS' is just a figment of someone's imagination, a bunch of incompetent people with ulterior motives trying to manipulate our team by hiding under this title!"

Mo Zhen stroked his chin, outwardly expressing strong agreement.

"That's a very interesting point of view. Please continue."

Colt was in high spirits and immediately began to talk at length.

“I think that Carbin is very suspicious. She’s your boss, right? Do you trust her? She claims to have met the BOSS and often receives calls from him, but I think it’s all fake, all lies that woman made up to control the Quick Gun team!”

Colt's face showed disdain as he sharply criticized Carbin.

"This woman is clearly the kind of person who lacks ambition. She only knows how to avoid competition and uses some nonsensical rumors to fabricate the so-called 'Crimson King' legend to limit the development of the Quickdraw team! Does such a short-sighted woman have the right to influence the future of the Quickdraw team? What a joke! We should look forward, not follow those nonsensical rules and stand still!"

Like giving a symbolic encouragement to an artist who is putting on a great performance, Mo Zhen forced a smile and snapped her fingers at him.

"Oh... I get it, you're planning to start a new 'Fast-Gun Team,' aren't you?"

Seeing Mo Zhen casually utter the words that were considered taboo by all the members of the Quick Gun team, Colt was shocked and couldn't help but look at Mo Zhen with even greater respect.

That's right, what he needs now is a reckless and audacious madman like Mo Zhen.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Uzi is certainly outspoken! So... what do you think?"

Mo Zhen continued to probe with an ambiguous attitude.

"Well... I need to hear your plans for the future first..."

When this topic was brought up, Colt became incredibly excited, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline.

"Hahahaha, needless to say... Of course, we'll join forces with the drug-using gang, letting the rich get rich first and then help the poor get rich! I recently reached an agreement with their middleman, tacitly allowing them to dump Dream Cigarettes on our territory, and they can take 30% of the profits!"

Colt rubbed the banknotes between his fingers as he talked on and on.

"With this money, we can replace our elves with stronger ones and more powerful firearms, gradually annex the territories of other districts, expand our trade, sustain our war effort through war, and finally completely annex the entire Quickdraw Squad!"

Mo Zhen's eyes revealed an expression of certainty; he appeared surprised, but in reality, he wasn't particularly astonished.

He had known all along that District Seven was where Dream Cigarettes were most rampant, but he never expected that old bastard Colt would actually make a deal with the Smoke Team and tacitly allow them to sell cigarettes.

Colt originally thought his approach was very bold, and that the other party would need some time to digest and absorb it.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhen smiled wickedly and waved his hand dismissively.

"That's too small, too narrow-minded! Thirty percent, and we still have to be at the mercy of the middleman, isn't that like begging on our knees? If you ask me... if we're going to do something, let's do something big! Let's just get the goods from Captain Toxic Smoke and become the general agent and sell directly ourselves. No middlemen taking a cut, isn't that better than those damn commissions?"

"What?!!"

Colt almost doubted his ears.

The other party's ideas were far too advanced; they didn't seem like something someone from this world would say.

"Mr. Uzbekistan, are you joking? How could the toxic smoke captain possibly supply us? We don't have any connections to get in touch with him..."

Colt was stunned halfway through his sentence.

Because he saw Mo Zhen slowly take out a photo of himself and a white-haired girl from his pocket.

In the photo, the white-haired girl kneels before Mo Zhen, tears streaming down her face, her expression a mixture of pain and joy...

Because it was shot from the side, it's unclear what the other person is doing on their face.

However, Colt's rich imagination, honed through years of partying, directly compensated for the lack of detail.

He recognized the white-haired girl at a glance; she was the captain of the Poison Smoke Team!

And...she...she actually has this kind of mystical relationship with Uz?!

At this moment, the idea king of the United States revealed a seductive smile; he had another brilliant idea.

"Friend, let's do big things! As long as you have the ambition to do big things, I can directly help you connect with that white-haired girl. Just think about it, direct from the factory, dumping at rock-bottom prices, how huge would the profits be?"

"We'll use that money to upgrade our weapons and equipment. Not only will merging with Quick Gun Team be possible, but breaking out of Liyong and embracing Hezhong will be within our reach!"

Bewitched by Mo Zhen's seductive words, a glint of light flashed in Colt's eyes.

"Alright! Let's do something big! Since Mr. Uz possesses such power, then I'll accompany you on this journey, let's do something big!"

(End of this chapter)