An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 139 Finale: The Black and White Theater (The Climax of the Rikyu Arc Begins)
Three days later, at Li Yong Port, Pier 7, at dusk.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the smells of rust and oil, swept through the labyrinth of abandoned shipping containers.

The setting sun cast its last rays upon the cold sea and the rusty gantry crane, staining everything with an ominous crimson hue.

A massive shadow spread out beneath their feet, like a gaping maw of darkness, ready to devour everything at any moment.

Mo Zhen, dressed in his signature red suit, still stood out in the dim light.

He leaned against a shipping container, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the cold metal, producing a monotonous, soft sound.

The handsome guy next to me, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, paced anxiously, glancing every now and then at the only road leading into the depths of the port area.

The unruly frog squatted at his feet, looking even more listless than its owner.

"Hey buddy, what time is it? Where's everyone else? Are we just the two of us here enjoying the sea breeze and getting mosquitoes?"

The handsome man couldn't help but complain, his voice sounding somewhat abrupt in the empty dock.

"What's the rush? Before the main show begins, the protagonist always has to be the grand finale."

Mo Zhen smiled slightly and looked toward the end of the road.

As if in response to his words, the roar of an engine grew louder as it approached.

Several black vans, like silent behemoths, rolled over the broken road and came to a steady stop in front of Mo Zhen.

The car door opened, and the first to jump out were several elite members of the rapid-fire squad, all with cold expressions and well-equipped.

They quickly dispersed and took up their positions, their movements swift and efficient.

Immediately afterwards, a bright purple appeared.

Carbin was still wearing that dashing red dress, but with a tactical vest over it, and she was holding her M4A1 tightly in her hand.

She jumped out of the car with a swift movement, her purple hair flying in the sea breeze, and the murderous aura between her brows was even stronger than usual.

She glanced around, her gaze finally settling on Mo Zhen, a look of scrutiny mixed with a subtle, complex emotion.

"Uz, are they all here?"

Carbin's voice was deep and clear.

Mo Zhen shrugged, still maintaining the relaxed demeanor typical of an artist.

"Not all of them are here yet, but they'll be here soon."

Before the words were finished, another engine sound came from behind.

Several modified SUVs, exuding a street thuggish vibe, rushed over and screeched to a halt beside them.

The car door slammed open, and Colt stepped out with his trusted men—bald Glock and lean Browning—along with several other tough guys from District Seven.

Colt was dressed in a dark suit, his hair still perfectly styled, but his eyes were even more sinister and sharp than when he was in the bar, like a wolf that had caught the scent of blood.

"Hmph, Carbin, you're here too?"

Colt gave a forced smile and glanced at Cabin and her entourage.

"It seems everyone wants a piece of this 'feast'?"

Carbin gave him a cold look, said nothing, and simply gripped the gun in his hand tighter.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense.

Just then, an old black sedan slowly drove up and stopped a little distance away.

A tall, bald man with a fleshy face got off the bus alone. He was wearing a red jacket with a bulging waist, and his eyes swept over the crowd like a hawk.

He was Gatling, the most senior officer in the First District.

"Gatling's boss has arrived too."

Colt called out, his tone carrying a deliberate air of respect.

Gatling grunted in response, his gaze sweeping over Mo Zhen, Cabin, and Colt before finally settling on the Seventh Warehouse District, shrouded in a huge shadow in the distance, and he said in a deep voice.

"The brothers from the other districts have already set up ambushes around the warehouse as planned. Desert Eagle and Barrett's men are nearby. As soon as the fighting starts inside, they'll launch a surprise attack and encircle the area as soon as the signal is given."

Colt let out an undisguised sneer upon hearing this.

"Ha, an ambush? Easier said than done. Who knows if they're really lying in ambush or just watching from the sidelines?"

He clearly lacked trust in the other cadres, believing they were merely trying to preserve their strength and wait and see how things would develop.

Mo Zhen, however, seemed completely unconcerned. His gaze swept past the crowd and landed at the end of the road leading to the dark warehouse district, as if he were waiting for something.

Time passed second by second, the sun sank below the sea level, and the last ray of light was swallowed by the deep twilight.

The port's streetlights lit up one by one, and the sea breeze seemed to grow colder.

Just when the atmosphere was becoming extremely tense, and even Colt began to impatiently check his watch, a white figure appeared at the end of the road.

She walked very slowly, each step seemingly heavy.

Her disheveled white hair looked somewhat dull in the dim light, and carrying her worn-out electric guitar, her figure appeared particularly thin and haggard in the shadow of the huge shipping container.

It's Homiga.

Her face had lost the flamboyance of a rock 'n' roll girl, leaving only an almost numb weariness and a do-or-die determination.

She walked straight up to Mo Zhen, raised her head, and her once fervent eyes were now empty, with only a faint, forcibly gathered light remaining.

"I am coming."

Her voice was hoarse and dry, weak from a long journey, yet exceptionally clear.

“You’re right… I should… see the whole truth.”

She glanced at Warehouse No. 7, which resembled a lurking behemoth, and her body trembled almost imperceptibly, but she still straightened her back.

Mo Zhen looked at her, the carefree smile on his face fading slightly, and nodded.

"Very good. Welcome to... the stage of reality."

Upon seeing Homiga's appearance, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then the tension immediately rose. All the members of the quick-draw team pointed their guns at Mo Zhen and Homiga.

Colt said coldly, his expression filled with shock and anger.

"Uz, you'd better explain what's going on? You're not planning to team up with the Poison Smoke Team to wipe us all out, are you?!"

Mo Zhen smiled, remaining calm and composed even with countless guns pointed at her. "Mr. Colt, you still don't understand? She's just the leader of a rock band called the Poison Smoke Team. She knows absolutely nothing about the Poison Smoke Team, which controls the Dream Smoke trade and dominates the underworld of Liyong City. As for the real controller of the Poison Smoke Team... there's someone else."

"what?!"

Both Carbin and Gatling showed expressions of shock, while Colt's expression was particularly exaggerated.

But Cabin quickly calmed down and got to the heart of the matter.

"What are you doing bringing her here? That's uncertain, and I won't really trust your story..."

Mo Zhen shrugged and said nonchalantly.

"She's the key figure who could trigger chaos within the Poison Smoke Team, and she'll be a great help to our operation. As for whether you believe it or not..."

hum-

In an instant, Mo Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up with an inextinguishable golden light!

Upon seeing those eyes, Carbin wailed before even entering the Nibelungen.

"Alright! I believe you! Now stop your supernatural powers!"

With everyone present and the atmosphere heavy, Colt, as the apparent instigator of the war, spoke first.

"It's almost time; the poison smoke team could arrive at any moment. What are the arrangements?"

Mo Zhen looked around at everyone, his gaze lingering a moment longer on Cabin and Homiga's faces.

"We'll split into groups. The outer ambush will remain as planned. We need a sharp blade here to infiltrate the warehouse beforehand, take a good position, and then launch a surprise attack from the inside when their transaction begins. To show our sincerity, Homiga, my old buddy, and I will definitely go. As for the rest... who wants to come?"

When Mo Zhen suggested that a sharp knife was needed to infiltrate the Seventh Warehouse in advance to carry out the near-suicidal ambush mission, the sea breeze seemed to stop, leaving only the dull echo of distant waves crashing against the embankment, each sound striking a chord in everyone's heart.

"I go."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried undeniable power.

The elite team members behind her immediately straightened their backs, their eyes sharp.

Mo Zhen teased.

"Oh, are you reluctant to part with me? It's an honor to be able to work alongside the boss!"

Carbin snorted coldly, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Hmph, this isn't for your sake..."

Upon hearing the offer, Cabin's instinct told her: No!

As the head of the Ninth District, she should be in command, overseeing the overall situation.

However, just as this intense sense of rejection arose, an image unexpectedly and with unparalleled clarity crashed into her mind.

That fiery red hair, under the gloomy rainy sky, was dazzlingly bright.

If I gave you power, what would you do?

With her last ounce of strength, she managed to squeeze out a broken yet incredibly clear sound from her throat.

I...I want to follow you...What do you want...?

The red-haired boy's answer is still etched in her mind.

I want... a new order.

However, many years later, Cabin grew from a penniless girl into a cadre who controlled District 9, but she never saw the red-haired boy again.

She always believed that she was clumsily fulfilling his dream of order in his place.

Protecting this territory and eliminating scourges like the toxic smoke squad is her understanding of "order."

Fear remained, like a cold snake coiling around her spine.

But something more powerful and intense welled up from the depths of that rainy night's memory.

Seeing Cabin's expression, Mo Zhen nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, then, this elite squad will consist of me, Carbin, Homiga, the handsome comrade, and...you...you...and you!"

He glanced at the elite team members that Cabin had brought, and selected the two who looked the most capable, as well as... the strongest rapper in Liyong City.

"Oh! Fuck! This is absolutely crazy!! Sir, is it really okay for me to go?! I'm afraid I'll hold you back!"

However, Mo Zhen smiled slightly, like a director who had already rehearsed everything, and said in a way that left no room for argument.

"Of course, it's OK. You're indispensable. How can this grand performance create such a moving rhythm without a powerful sound system?"

At Mo Zhen's strong recommendation, Thomson joined the team with a long face.

Colt looked at them, his eyes flickering as if assessing the risks and rewards, but ultimately said nothing, only speaking in a deep voice.

"Okay, you guys be careful, we'll wait for the signal outside."

Grouping complete.

Mo Zhen, Carbin, Homiga, the handsome guy, Thompson, and two fully armed elite quick-draw squad members, a group of seven, like ghosts blending into the night, silently avoided any possible scattered sentries on the perimeter, and quickly approached the huge, half-open side door of Warehouse No. 7 along the shadows.

Inside the warehouse, there was a deathly silence.

The vast space was shrouded in endless darkness, with only a few broken windows high above letting in pale moonlight and the faint light of the distant harbor.

They moved quickly through the narrow passageways formed by the containers, deliberately keeping their footsteps as quiet as possible.

Ultimately, they found the ideal hiding place behind stacks of containers piled up like fortresses.

The view here is relatively open, offering a glimpse of the open space reserved in the central area, yet it is also sufficiently secluded.

The seven quickly concealed themselves, held their breath, and lurked like predators in the darkness, waiting for their prey.

Time flowed slowly in the deathly silence and darkness, each second feeling incredibly long.

Homiga could clearly hear his own heart pounding like a drum and his heavy breathing.

She clutched the guitar tightly to her chest; the cold body of the instrument was her only support at that moment.

Mo Zhen looked at the open space in the center of the warehouse, as if admiring the stage where a grand drama was about to unfold.

Just like a movie with countless plot points laid out, all the actors who have appeared before will make their appearances and arrive at this fateful final chapter. The climax of this play will be completely ignited here!
(End of this chapter)