An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 45 Speaker-wielding Hero (Seeking monthly votes)
The Poké Ball traced a golden arc in the air and popped open, revealing a Snorkeling creature exuding rapper vibes in the center of the arena.

Its body resembles a small speaker, with its sides opening and closing like horns as it breathes, emitting a strong sonic aura.

"Speaker Squeak, unleash our signature rhythm! Drop that beat!"

Suddenly, the speaker's body erupted with a deafening trap beat, the deep bass and rapid hi-hat intertwining to create an oppressive atmosphere.

The entire room vibrated to this powerful rhythm, and dust fell from the walls.

Thomson began swaying to the rhythm, his gold chain dangling in front of his chest. He raised his hand and made exaggerated gestures, launching into a menacing rap.

Hey kid, listen up! This is the Quickdraws team's territory (Skr!).
Anyone who dares to act tough here must be asking for trouble (Yeah!).
I, Thomson, have been in this business for so many years (What!)
You've seen more newbies than you've eaten meals (Facts!)
The sound waves from that speaker will shake your soul out of your body (Boom!).
In a minute you'll be kneeling down and begging for mercy, calling me "Dad" (Haha!)

As the rap continued, the speaker's horn vibrated more and more violently, creating visible ripples in the air, and the air pressure in the entire room seemed to drop.

Thomson's eyes grew increasingly fierce, and he exuded an aura of arrogance befitting a mob boss.

This is the Pokémon move [Bluff]!
Through the amplification of the speaker's sound waves, Thomson's "bluff" effect was magnified to the extreme, as if the entire room was shrouded in an invisible pressure.

Faced with this kind of momentum, an ordinary trainer would probably have already given up and his legs would have gone weak.

However, Mo Zhen merely raised an eyebrow and gave Xiao Huolong a wink.

"The beat is pretty catchy, but the lyrics are rubbish. Let's improve it a bit before we start again! Xiao Huolong, give him a finale."

Xiao Huolong understood, and before Thomson's rap was over, it had already transformed into an orange lightning bolt and rushed towards the speaker cricket.

The speaker was still immersed in the rhythm it had created and hadn't reacted at all.

Xiao Huolong's claws were already engulfed in flames, and a single [Fire Claw] slashed across the body of the Speaker Cricket as easily as cutting tofu.

“Skr——”

The speaker emitted a short, sharp electronic sound, and the beat stopped abruptly.

A glaring red crack appeared on its body, and then the entire Pokémon collapsed to the ground like a broken speaker that had lost power, completely losing its ability to fight.

Kill instantly with one move!

This speaker, Shuaixia, is really disappointing in terms of its actual performance!

Thomson's rap came to an abrupt halt, his mouth agape as he watched in disbelief as his ace sprite was so easily defeated.

"No!!! That's impossible!"

His bluffing effect vanished instantly, his voice filled with shock and fear, his fingers trembling involuntarily as he pointed at the fallen speaker.

"This...this is impossible! My Speaker Shuai is...Fuck this shit! Let's go!"

With a deep, angry roar, Thomson hurriedly retrieved the speaker, mounted the wounded leopard, and leaped out of the broken window from the third floor, disappearing into the street.

His three subordinates followed suit, uttering harsh words, before the elves scattered like birds, muttering curses.

"You wait, our Quick-Fire Squad will definitely not let you get away with this!"

"Don't be too arrogant. If you offend our Quick-Gun Team, you'll be in for a world of trouble!"

Watching the Quick Gun team leave in a disheveled state, Mo Zhen's figure, leaning against the door, suddenly seemed much taller in Gong Ping's eyes.

"Boy, are you okay?"

At that moment, Gongping felt a tremor in his heart and was momentarily lost in thought.

The man before me radiated a dazzling light, like the sun.

Damn it, Mr. Mo Zhen, stop radiating light! If this continues, I really won't be able to hold back...

You've completely won me over!

Snapped!
Gongping covered his eyes tightly, unable to continue looking directly at Mo Zhen's heroic figure.

Damn it, Gongping, wake up! Do you want to betray Miss Liuli and abandon your dreams?!
Remember, you are destined to become Ruri-san's shimmering little Rattata!
[Oh my god, so pure, so pure, such pure stuff! Hmph, this dream energy is so amazing, I'm going to take off!]

When Gongping went mad, a mysterious energy was injected into Xiaomengzi's body, making her even more mad than Gongping.

Clearly, Mo Zhen's actions had subtly altered the future trajectory of this little Rada boy, allowing Xiao Mengzi to thoroughly enjoy the experience.

Mo Zhen glanced at Xiao Mengzi's inventory panel.

"Hmm, another level-two pure energy? Looks like the next scene will be of very high quality..."

While Gongping and Xiaomengzi were having a fit of madness, a figure appeared by the door and tiptoed away.

"Stop, who allowed you to leave?"

Just as Mo Zhen was fighting with the Thomson squad, the loud commotion upstairs attracted the attention of the landlord, Dembele.

After the battle, Old Deng crept up to the door, wanting to check what was happening inside.

When he discovered that Thomson's squad had disappeared and a handsome but unfamiliar young man had appeared there, he immediately realized that something was wrong... Old Deng was somewhat at a loss when Mo Zhen shouted at him to stop.

He didn't know the other person's background or intentions, only that the other person had a handsome appearance comparable to his own when he was young.

Mo Zhen spread his hands and smiled brightly.

"I'm so sorry, I just had a little bit of group sex with some guests, and it seems it got a bit too intense..."

Seeing that Mo Zhen did not make a move, Old Deng's old face immediately creased up with several wrinkles, his smile looking more like a grimace than a cry.

"Ah... hahaha, what's the big deal? You're too kind, sir. There's no need to pay for the damaged house; after all, it was an accident. I'll negotiate with the insurance company..."

Seeing the old man pretending to be stupid, Mo Zhen's mouth immediately turned 180 degrees, and he pursed his lips and squeezed out the words fiercely through his teeth.

"Old Deng, you don't seem to understand the situation. I was attacked by criminals here, and you should compensate me for my emotional distress!"

"Eh?!"

Gong Ping was completely stunned. He didn't expect Mo Zhen to turn on him so quickly, and to turn around and demand compensation for emotional distress from the landlord, Lao Deng.

Upon hearing the word "compensation for emotional distress," Old Deng immediately panicked, like a frightened bird.

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm a law-abiding citizen who pays my protection money on time. I'm protected by the Quick Gun Squad. Now that you've messed with them, I think you'd better run away!"

Upon hearing this, Gongping felt a chill run down his spine.

Only now did he realize that for the sake of a scoundrel like himself, Mo Zhen had already made an enemy of the entire Quick-Gun Squad...

However, Old Deng's threats had no effect on Mo Zhen; Mo Zhen always maintained the relaxed and unhurried demeanor of an artist.

Seeing that this miser was unwilling to shed a drop of blood, Mo Zhen's methods of accumulating wealth gradually became more violent, determined to tear off a pound of flesh from the other party.

"Dear landlord, since I'm going to have to run away, shouldn't you lend me some money for the journey?"

Old Deng stammered as if he wanted to say something, but Mo Zhen suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his throat with her slender hand like a steel clamp.

"You know what? I hate informants the most. I wish I could nail all the traitors in the world to the cross and burn their despicable souls with the fires of hell!"

An informant?!

At that moment, Gongping suddenly realized that it was his landlord, Lao Deng, who had betrayed him!

At this moment, he felt a surge of anger. He wanted to rush forward, grab Judas's clothes, and demand to know how many gold coins he had sold for.

But the next second, Gongping's attention was completely focused on Mo Zhen.

This is... Mr. Mo Zhen?
He had never seen Mo Zhen like this before. His handsome face had lost its artist's composure and become terrifying, his angry and ferocious face full of stories.

Gong Ping suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand Mo Zhen at all.

He didn't know the man's past, nor did he know who he was.

But he now knows that there is a lion in this man's eyes.

Looking at Mo Zhen's angry and ferocious face, the landlord, Lao Deng, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He finally understood that the man before him was neither a warm-hearted warrior nor a righteous hero.

The quick-draw team were just greedy wolves, but this man was an angry dragon.

He wouldn't be surprised if the opponent grew claws and spewed demonic flames to destroy the world in an instant.

……

"Woooooooo..."

After being ripped out of his gold coins by Mo Zhen, the landlord, Old Deng, left in tears, filled with grief and fear. He almost fainted from crying in the toilet while changing his pants.

After a while, when Gong Ping came to his senses, Mo Zhen had already transformed back into that elegant artist, playing with Judah's gold coins as if appreciating antiques.

Holding his breath, Gongping didn't know what to say. Should he ask the other person why they saved him, or try to find out what kind of story they had?

Clearly, he didn't know that there's something called "acting skills" in this world.

There are so many stories about actors; what kind of stories they have depends on the director's script.

Veteran artists like Mo Zhen can pick up a script at any time and deliver a captivating performance, showering the audience with money.

Suddenly, Gongping stopped dwelling on Mo Zhen's story, as if he had just realized something.

"Mr. Mo Zhen, shouldn't we get going now? If we don't run, the quick-fire squad will be here!"

With gold coins tossing in his hand, Mo Zhen smiled slightly and asked in return, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Moisten? Why do we need to moisten? I'm fishing right now, and waiting patiently before the big fish bites is an essential process."

(End of this chapter)