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Chapter 207 Special Abilities? A Chaotic Bar!
Following the address given by the mysterious man, Ling Feng slowly made his way through this area known as the Lower City.

The road conditions here were much worse than the alley where he had first arrived. A tangled mess of metal wires and damp pipes were intertwined almost haphazardly, and overhead were dense cables dripping with some unknown liquid, blocking out the already dim light.

Not only that, the smell of engine oil mixed with garbage in the air was even stronger, and there was also a hint of sweat.

He saw the living conditions of many people here—many people dressed in tattered clothes, with numb faces, lay in shacks made of abandoned shipping containers and tarpaulins, their eyes vacant.

Everywhere you look, there are Pokémon that have been mechanically modified, but unlike the Upper City, there seem to be some Normal-type Pokémon here.

A cat was repairing a piece of sheet metal with its claws, which looked like welding torches, while several heavy-duty loading and unloading animals were huffing and puffing as they carried heavy metal boxes. They all had hydraulic devices installed on their backs, which seemed to be used to help them with their work.

Ling Feng occasionally saw rapid exchanges of goods taking place in some dark corners, clearly illicit black market transactions.

All of this contrasted sharply with the glamorous, futuristic upper district where the doctor lived, as if one were paradise and the other a forgotten underground junkyard.

As he walked, Ling Feng realized that he was lost.

The alleys here are so chaotic and the signs are so blurry that it's no wonder he got lost even with just a rough address.

He was about to ask someone who looked kind for directions when a commotion coming from a dirtier alleyway nearby caught his attention.

He peeked out and saw three big, sleazy-looking kids surrounding a very thin little boy.

The boy was holding a worn-out backpack, his head down, his body trembling slightly.

"Hey, you freak! Did you see some new friends today?" A tall boy shoved the boy hard.

"Exactly! He's always talking nonsense, stay away from us!" another chimed in, even trying to snatch the boy's backpack.

Ling Feng frowned. Although he usually didn't want to meddle in other people's business, he sighed when he saw the child being bullied and decided to go over and see what was going on.

That way, you can also ask for directions while you're at it.
As soon as he stepped into the alley, the boy surrounded in the middle seemed to sense something. He suddenly raised his head, but his gaze was not on those who were bullying him. Instead, he stared straight at the shadow at Ling Feng's feet.

The fear on the boy's face faded a little, replaced by a hint of curiosity. He spoke timidly, his voice soft but clear: "Brother, that big purple thing in your shadow... it looks so... cute."

Ling Feng was immediately startled, as if struck by an electric current, and his steps froze instantly.

He could feel his shadow stiffen slightly.

Gengar was discovered?

This kid... can see Ghost-type Pokémon?
He immediately suppressed his surprise, strode forward, and stood between the boy and the older children. He didn't make any exaggerated movements; he simply reached out and gently slapped away the hand that was trying to push the boy.

"I'm saying, isn't it a bit inappropriate for several of you to bully one person?"

He didn't even use much force, yet the older boy whose arm had been slapped away felt as if he had bumped into an iron pillar, staggering back two steps with a look of surprise on his face. The other two were also intimidated by Ling Feng's sudden appearance and didn't dare to move for a moment.

"Damn it, who are you? Mind your own business!" the tall boy shouted through gritted teeth.

Ling Feng ignored him, instead crouching down to look the little boy in the eye, trying to soften his tone: "Young man, don't be afraid. You just said... you saw something in my shadow?"

The boy nodded, his eyes still showing some timidity, but more so curiosity about Ling Feng and excitement at finding someone like him.

He whispered, "Yeah, a purple one, floating in your shadow, always smiling." As if afraid Ling Feng wouldn't believe him, he quickly added, "I can see a lot of things that other people can't. So they all say I'm a freak."

This kid...does he have special abilities?
Ling Feng immediately made a judgment, and glanced back at the older children who were still frozen in place: "You can leave now."

The three men exchanged glances, seemingly wanting to utter a few more harsh words, but seeing Ling Feng's gaze and realizing they were just a few children, they ultimately didn't dare say anything more and quickly left the alley, looking dejected.

Ling Feng then looked at the boy again, reached out a hand, and helped him up.

"I believe everything you say. My name is Ling Feng. What's yours?"

"Ah, Ah Xuan," the boy answered softly.

"Ah Xuan, you just said you can see it, so can you see it?" Ling Feng said, gesturing to the location in his shirt pocket, where the iridescent feather emitting a faint light was lying quietly.

This is the feather of the Phoenix King, containing powerful life force, and perhaps it will also react to children with special perception.

Ah Xuan blinked, stared at it for a while, and shook his head: "I can't see it, but it feels so warm and comfortable, like a little candle."

"Little Candle?"

Ah Xuan seemed to remember something, and quickly and carefully unzipped his worn-out backpack. Inside, there were some soft cloths, and a faint but warm flame was burning quietly inside—it was a Candle Spirit!

Ling Feng was truly stunned this time, his mouth slightly agape.

Candlelight Spirit?!

In a world almost entirely populated by Electric and Mechanical Pokémon, the appearance of a living Lidgment is just as impactful as when the professor first saw his Chandelure.

Does this world also have native Ghost-type Pokémon?
"Where did it come from?" Ling Feng couldn't help but ask.

Ah Xuan lovingly touched the flame of the candle spirit, and the candle spirit affectionately rubbed against his fingers.

“Xiao Zhu followed me back from the old pipe area above.” Ah Xuan said honestly, “Sometimes a different wind blows from there, carrying dirt and… well… an indescribable smell. I really like going there to play, and that’s how I met Xiao Zhu.”

"The old pipeline area above?" Ling Feng keenly grasped this key phrase. "Does it refer to the area on the upper level?" he asked tentatively.

Ah Xuan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know: "It's just a lot of big, old pipes. Few people go there, and the Alliance's patrol robots rarely go there either."

Ling Feng suppressed his many questions, knowing that now was not the time to delve into them, as the child did not seem to know much.

He looked around at the complicated surroundings and spoke again, "Do you know how to get to the Rusty Propeller Bar? I think I'm lost."

Ah Xuan nodded: "I know, I'll take you there, brother."

"Oh, by the way, thank you for helping me just now..."

With Ah Xuan leading the way, navigating this maze-like downtown area became much easier.

Soon, a building with a rough neon sign appeared before Ling Feng's eyes. The sign featured a rusty propeller pattern, and the bar's name was faintly visible: "Rusty Propeller."

Pushing open the heavy metal door, a wave of sound and an even more mingled odor rushed out. Inside the bar, the light was dim, the air thick with smoke, and the noise deafening.

All sorts of people gathered here, most of them dressed in shabby clothes and with rugged faces.

Some exaggeratedly modified Electric-type Pokémon followed their trainer, emitting a buzzing electrical sound. The entire environment was chaotic and oppressive.

Ling Feng told Ah Xuan to stay close to him and headed straight for the bar.

The bartender was a burly man with a scar on his face, casually wiping the glasses.

"I'm looking for Old Smoker," Ling Feng stated his purpose directly.

The bartender glanced at him, noticing his relatively clean clothes, and scoffed, "Looking for an old smoker? Do you know the rules? This is the price." He rubbed two fingers together, his meaning clear.

Ling Feng touched his pockets and then realized that he was penniless in this world.

He shook his head: "I don't have any money right now."

"No money?" The bartender raised his voice a few decibels as if he had heard a joke. "Hey guys, did you hear that? Some rich kid from the upper town wants to get information for free!" A burst of malicious laughter immediately rang out from the surroundings.

Ah Xuan nervously tugged at Ling Feng's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Ling Feng, how about we come back later? I have some money at home that I can give you."

Ling Feng frowned, pondering whether to leave temporarily or use some "unconventional" methods, when his gaze swept across the corner of the bar and he happened to see three familiar figures—the same three fluorescent green-haired youths who had failed to rob him before and were instead scared away by him.

They were drinking around a small table, and they seemed to be having a good time.

Isn't that a solution?
He shook his head at Ah Xuan, indicating that he didn't need to rush, and then walked straight towards the three people.

At that moment, one of the three seemed to notice Ling Feng's arrival. When he recognized who it was, the smile on his face instantly froze, and he almost dropped the wine glass in his hand.

The onlookers also noticed this scene, stopped talking, and looked over with expressions of anticipation.

Everyone knows these three guys are local bullies, and they're not to be trifled with. This stranger, who looks like a fat sheep, is probably in big trouble for daring to approach them.

Ling Feng walked up to their table and said in a calm tone, "Do me a favor, I need some money to see Old Smoker."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Is this kid crazy? How dare he talk to these three people like that? And ask to borrow money?

However, to everyone's astonishment, the three men not only didn't become cadres, but instead jumped up as if they had springs in their buttocks, all of them wearing smiles, although their smiles were more like cries.

"Big brother! Please sit down! Please sit down!" The young man with fluorescent green hair quickly offered his chair and even wiped it with his sleeve.

"What would you like to drink? Little friend, would you like some juice? It's on me! It's on me!" another person quickly chimed in.

The third person also stood up and shouted towards the bar, "Scarface! Quick! Go get Old Smoker! Tell him we have a special guest! Hurry up!"

The entire bar fell silent instantly. Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the composed Ling Feng and then at the three young men whose attitudes had completely changed. They were utterly confused.

Ah Xuan held a cup of synthetic juice that one of the young men had hurriedly bought, took a small sip, and tilted his head back to ask Ling Feng in a low voice, "Brother Ling Feng, why are they so afraid of you?"

Ling Feng shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe the people here are just very warm and hospitable."

The three people next to him turned green upon hearing this.

Hospitality my foot! Don't you have any idea why we're treating us like this?
But the group could only force a smile and nod repeatedly: "Yes, yes, when friends come, we must entertain them well!"

While the bartender went to report, one of the young men lowered his voice and reminded Ling Feng, "Brother, you have to be careful when you meet Old Smoker. When exchanging information with him, you must offer something that interests him and is of value. That's his rule, otherwise the consequences might not be good."

Another young man nudged him with his elbow, glared at him, and cursed, "Idiot, what are you talking about? With our boss's strength, why would we be afraid of Old Smoker?"

"Alright," Ling Feng interrupted him, smiling. "I know what I'm doing."

At this moment, the scarred bartender returned, his attitude much more respectful, and gestured for Ling Feng to come in: "Sir, Old Smoker invites you in."

Ling Feng nodded, pulled Ah Xuan up, and followed the bartender to a more secluded passage at the back of the bar. At the end of the passage was a heavy metal door. The bartender knocked on the door and then pushed it open for Ling Feng.

The room behind the door was much quieter than the outside, and although the light was still dim, it was furnished like a cluttered collection room.

The walls were covered with strange mechanical parts, yellowed maps, and even a few skull fossils that looked like some kind of Pokémon. The air was thick with the smells of tobacco and engine oil.

A man who looked to be around fifty years old sat in a large, old sofa. He was wearing a leather jacket stained with oil, and his left arm was a mechanical prosthetic limb that gleamed with metallic luster from the elbow down.

Ling Feng observed the other person. He had a weathered face but sharp eyes. He was smoking an old-fashioned metal pipe.

On the shelf next to him stood a raven leader, its beak, claws, and eyes clearly modified by machinery, its red eyes coldly scrutinizing the two who entered.

This must be a heavy smoker.

At the same time, the other person's gaze swept over Ling Feng, especially lingering for a moment on his neat clothes that were out of place in the lower city. His brows immediately furrowed, and his tone was filled with undisguised dissatisfaction: "You dare to come to the lower city dressed like this? Young master of the upper city, I don't welcome you here, Scarface. Show him out."

Two burly henchmen immediately stepped forward, about to kick Ling Feng away.

Ling Feng simply smiled, showing no sign of nervousness.

He gently patted Ah Xuan's shoulder, who was a little scared, and then calmly took out a small cloth bag from the system space.

He placed the cloth bag on the table in front of the old smoker, making a slight metallic clinking sound.

“Brother, I have some good stuff here,” Ling Feng said calmly and confidently. “You might regret it if you don’t take a look.”

".Um?"

The old smoker paused, his sharp gaze shifting from Ling Feng's face to the seemingly ordinary cloth bag.

At this tense moment, he exhaled a puff of smoke, waved his hand, and signaled his men to step back.

(End of this chapter)