I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

Chapter 811 Who would knock on the door so early in the morning?

Hiss chuckled and ruffled Ralts's hair, praising the cute and sensible little guy. He then quickly washed up, played games with Zoroark for the first time in a long time, and climbed into bed to meditate. This would both enhance his mental strength and help him fall asleep quickly. In this world, many people suffer from insomnia, a truly torturous experience. Tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, can easily lead to a sleepless night. Many search for sleep remedies, but Hiss doesn't need them. He has meditation; he enters a meditative state in an instant, and when he opens his eyes, it's already the next day – truly absurd.

Heath can guarantee that once this meditation technique can be taught to those people from his past life, he will have no problem achieving financial freedom with it. After all, this meditation is very useful and completely replaces the function of sleep. You know, many people don't like to sleep because they have difficulty falling asleep, and sleeping for a long time can easily cause headaches and dizziness, but this meditation can solve this problem.

Moreover, with prolonged meditation, Sheath has gained other abilities. For instance, she no longer needs Zoroark to translate when communicating with her Pokémon, as she herself is the translator. Sheath can even understand Grass-type Pokémon. However, she hasn't seen many Grass-type Pokémon, and she doesn't know why. It might be because Grass-type Pokémon are relatively rare, and most people who raise Grass-type Pokémon are farmers or similar professions.

However, Heath felt that it might be his own problem. If his profession was related to gardening, then perhaps Heath would have seen a lot of Grass-type Pokémon, since most Grass-type Pokémon do similar work.

The next morning, Heath opened her eyes and glanced at her phone. It was 4:30 a.m., and there was still a long time before she opened for business. However, she needed to replenish her ingredients and buy some seasonings and such, so getting up now wasn't too late.

"Good morning, Zoroark." Hiss smiled and ruffled Zoroark's hair. Although meditation was very useful, Hiss would still take a nap occasionally, since the feeling of sleeping was different from that of meditation.

"Ugh..." Zoroark's ears twitched, then he continued to snuggle in bed and sleep soundly, making Heath want to laugh. This little guy was really something else. Heath looked at Zoroark's little face and couldn't help but smile. This little guy was quite well-behaved and good-looking, but his personality was a bit too mischievous.

Heath didn't call Zoroark; he was indeed very tired these past few days. So, Heath went out by himself with Farfetch'd. As soon as he got outside, he saw Charizard playing fetch with Lugia. However, the two of them were throwing super heavy iron balls. Heath's mouth twitched as he watched. He was really worried that Lugia might make a mistake and smash the iron ball on the ground. Whether his floor would be smashed through was also a question worth considering.

"Come wash up." Heath walked over, took the iron ball from him, and placed it on the ground with a dull thud. Heath pursed his lips. This iron ball weighed twenty kilograms. These guys were unbelievable. Even training wasn't done like this. After thinking about some things, Heath glanced at Lugia. If this little guy followed Charizard's training, he might become a muscle-bound legendary Pokémon in the future. How would he explain that to Lugia's parents? These were all issues worth discussing. Heath felt he needed to think about them carefully.

Charizard can definitely pull off the muscular, macho look, but that won't work for Lugia. Lugia relies mostly on his psychic powers in combat, so while a muscular Lugia might be strong, he might also...

"Hey, it's my own problem." Heath shook his head. He felt it was his own problem. He had misunderstood. Although Lugia looked very thin, it was still a legendary Pokémon. Its muscles would be helpful to it, whether it was increasing its durability or its ability to withstand blows. So Heath didn't plan to say anything more. Anyway, Lugia's parents should have their own solution.

Heath carried Ralts to wash up quickly, and then set the location of the food cart. However, just as he finished setting it, Heath heard a knock on the door, which puzzled him. He went to the door and looked through the peephole, and then saw Mr. Shimizu. Heath was speechless, but he still opened the door.

“Mr. Shimizu…do you know what time it is?” Heath looked at Mr. Shimizu with annoyance. Although Heath was indeed a chef and entertaining guests was something he enjoyed doing, the problem was that it was too early. Usually at this time in Evergreen City, Heath would just get up and no one would come knocking on his door to ask him to cook. Even when he sold breakfast in the morning, people would wait for the food cart to open before they came to eat. This was the first time Heath had ever seen someone knocking on his door before the food cart was open.

"Excuse me, boss, I'm so hungry... Could you cook me a bowl of clear soup noodles? And this time... how much for a poached egg?" Mr. Shimizu rubbed his stomach, and Heath heard the rumbling sound, which made Heath's expression improve slightly. The sound was clearly caused by extreme hunger.

"One fried egg, one dollar." Heath gave a simple answer, and Mr. Shimizu paid directly. Heath didn't let Mr. Shimizu in, since the dining area of ​​the food truck wasn't ready yet. Heath had to clean it every morning before letting guests in to eat.

However, Mr. Shimizu didn't care. He just wanted Heath to finish quickly, which made Heath take another look at Mr. Shimizu. He was now very suspicious that Mr. Shimizu only ate one meal a day, and that meal was just clear soup noodles? Otherwise, how could he be so hungry?

Although Heath was confused, it didn't stop him from doing his own thing, so he turned around and started preparing what Mr. Shimizu wanted to eat: clear soup noodles and a poached egg.

Chapter 812 So why is this egg so big?

A bowl of clear soup noodles and a poached egg weren't particularly difficult to prepare. In fact, Heath was a very fast cook, and he finished in no time. He even had the leisure to create a completely new poached egg design, but considering Mr. Shimizu's unique eating habits, Heath opted to make a rather large poached egg for him. This poached egg was three times the size of a regular poached egg, completely covering the entire bowl. However, it was actually just one egg; no extra eggs were added because Mr. Shimizu had only paid for one egg, so Heath only made one egg and didn't make any others.

However, even with just an egg, it's not particularly difficult for a chef like Heath to make it look super big. Although the egg white will be very thin, it looks like a lot, and sometimes looking like a lot is a kind of power. You know, Heath himself is very clear about this.

Heath had studied the issue of bowl and chopstick sizes when he was in business. Back then, Heath and a friend co-owned a restaurant, with Heath contributing both money and effort. The same portion of noodles in different sized bowls gives different impressions. A smaller bowl gives the feeling that "this restaurant offers generous and affordable noodles," while a large bowl gives the feeling that the portion is small. Therefore, running a restaurant is not just about cooking skills; even the tableware used for customers needs to be carefully selected.

Good tableware can help a restaurant's business. Conversely, choosing the wrong tableware can cause problems and may even affect the business. Heath once saw a colleague who was incredibly stupid. This person wanted to ride the wave of toilet-themed restaurants, so they made plates printed with excrement. As a result, their business was dismal and they lost a lot of money.

As it turns out, while restaurants can ride the wave of online trends, the owners can't afford to be foolish. If they treat customers like idiots, then the customers will show them who the real fool is.

"A green onion?" Farfetch'd curiously peered at the noodles in Heath's hand and then made a sound. Of course, that's how it sounded to everyone else, but to Heath, Farfetch'd was asking him why an egg could be made so big.

"You call this 'big'? You probably haven't seen the amazing sight of a huge pot of egg drop soup made from just a few eggs." Heath curled his lip. He drank such magical soup pots for four whole years in the school cafeteria. A huge pot full of tomato and egg soup or seaweed and egg drop soup, but the new students could never get any and could only look on with their faces full of worry. Only a seasoned junior like Heath knew how to get the egg drop soup. It was a secret that was not to be told to outsiders. It was a truth that senior students would kindly pass on.

After all, if this truth is applied properly, it can be a winning strategy that allows a freshman to spend the same amount of money but get an extra dish compared to their peers.

Of course, these old tricks only apply to certain schools and certain kitchens, and nowadays college students generally have relatively high living expenses. However, there are always some students with limited living expenses who need this way of adding extra food to their meals for free. So, in his senior year, Heath also taught this method to a freshman who was struggling financially. This is probably the only gift Heath was able to leave to his alma mater.

Although the cafeteria ladies might not really like this gift.

"Mr. Shimizu, here's your clear broth noodles and poached egg." Heath handed the prepared clear broth noodles, along with the takeout bowl, to Mr. Shimizu. Mr. Shimizu thanked Heath gratefully, then carried the two large bags back to the internet cafe. Heath didn't bother to look at him any further. In Heath's eyes, this Mr. Shimizu was an internet cafe pro. It was hard to say whether such a person would one day die suddenly in the internet cafe because of staying up all night every day, causing his body to give out.

This is why Heath was somewhat reluctant to let Mr. Shimizu in. Of course, Mr. Shimizu's sour smell was also a key factor, but the most fundamental reason was that Heath was worried that Mr. Shimizu might suddenly die in his dining car while waiting for his meal. In that case, Heath could only hope that Mr. Shimizu's family would be reasonable and wouldn't cause trouble in his dining car.

After watching Mr. Shimizu leave, Heath yawned and started the food truck, heading towards his destination. At the same time, Heath took out his phone. He planned to browse the news, but decided against watching short videos. Besides, there weren't any mature short video platforms in the world yet. Heath thought that if he ever didn't want to be a chef anymore, he might as well be a happy entrepreneur.

[The largest dark organization in the Kanto region! Unveiling the past and present of the Rockets!] As soon as Heath turned on his phone, he saw a breaking news story that almost made him spit out his tea on his phone. He raised his hand in surprise to wipe his mouth, then picked up his phone to look at it carefully. After all, the league seemed to have a lot of concerns about the Rockets before, but now they were suddenly announcing it, which made Heath feel a little uncomfortable.

However, after glancing at it, Heath switched away. This news article seemed more like clickbait, but it did introduce Team Rocket, the largest dark organization in the Kanto region. Team Rocket had officially surfaced from underwater and was seen by everyone. However, questions about the composition of Team Rocket and who its leader was remained unknown.

Rather than a "revelation," this was more of an introduction, letting the public know what a behemoth the Kanto League was now home to. Heath stroked his chin, wondering if the League was planning to take action against Team Rocket.

"It seems the Rockets have crossed the league's line." Heath shook his head. Heath knew that the world wasn't black and white; there were always gray areas. The league hadn't officially taken action against the Rockets before, probably for stability reasons. But now that the league was about to act, he wondered if the Rockets had done something that the league had discovered.

These are turbulent times.

Chapter 813 Oyster Sauce

What the League planned to do to Team Rocket, or what clues the League had discovered about Team Rocket, were not within Hiss's considerations. Hiss knew very well that once Ash embarked on his journey, everything in this world would likely proceed as he remembered it. Hiss could then watch with a smile as Ash transformed from a novice trainer who couldn't even obey the Pokémon he had caught into a powerful Pokémon Master, ultimately standing atop the many champions—all of which were foreseeable.

However, those are things for the future, and at this moment, Heath had no thoughts of those things; he was focused on studying what he was working on.

"Sir, you clearly have a keen eye for quality. This is our company's latest oyster sauce, an absolutely top-notch product..." A man with a somewhat worrying receding hairline was enthusiastically introducing his company's products to Heath, who was holding two bottles. The bottle on the left was labeled "Mixed Oyster Sauce," while the bottle on the right was labeled "Pure Natural 100% Oyster Sauce." Both bottles contained the same amount, 800 grams each, but their prices were worlds apart.

So, you need to buy 23 bottles of the blended oyster sauce on the left to buy the pure natural oyster sauce on the right. Also, the colors of the two oyster sauces are completely different. The one on the left is closer to the oyster sauce used by most families, while the one on the right is not as thick and is lighter in color. Although this may sound strange, it is indeed Heath's biggest opinion. In his view, the two oyster sauces can be easily distinguished when placed side by side. Heath also has his own opinion on this situation. As a chef, he knows a bit about these things.

Oyster sauce is a very common condiment, but its flavor is quite unique, and there are some requirements regarding where it is used. Most oyster sauces are actually blended with other ingredients to make the flavor more unique. However, 100% oyster sauce is pure oyster sauce with no additives. Relatively speaking, it has a stronger seafood flavor. Although there are people who like it, it is not easy to find in the market because it is complicated to produce and its shelf life is also an issue. Therefore, 100% oyster sauce is not so common.

It's fair to say that these two oyster sauces each have their own merits, and it's difficult to simply categorize them as good or bad.

It can only be said that each type of oyster sauce has its own advantages and disadvantages, and the key is to consider the chef's personal preferences.

"The one on the right only has a shelf life of thirty days?" Heath looked at the bottle in his hand and asked again. The man immediately showed a sincere smile, then patted his chest and assured Heath that it was absolutely pure oyster sauce, and the thirty-day shelf life was for food safety, etc. Heath didn't say anything after hearing this. He was indeed very concerned about food safety. His neighbor's family had been hospitalized because of food safety issues, and they almost ended up in the crematorium. Since then, Heath had been very careful about food safety, because he couldn't afford to be careless.

Heath later learned that his neighbor had suffered food poisoning from eating a fish that they had pickled for over two months. The fish had developed Staphylococcus aureus colonies, which infected the entire family. They barely survived, and the incident even made the news. After all, they had spent almost a million dollars trying to save a few dozen dollars on something.

"..." In the end, Heath still bought some blended oyster sauce. This oyster sauce could be stored for a long time. As for the 100% pure oyster sauce, Heath also bought some, but not a lot. After all, this oyster sauce could only be used for thirty days, and some only had twenty-odd days left to expire. After all, the vendor selling this oyster sauce in the market was not a big brand. In Heath's opinion, this vendor only specialized in doing business in Golden City, and at most in Dry Leaf City. After all, the thirty-day shelf life was too restrictive.

In fact, there were many such regional specialty businesses in the past. Everyone probably ate or heard of some brands that were only available in their own city or province during their childhood, and you basically couldn't see them when you went to other places. Naturally, there are such businesses in the world of Pokémon as well.

After buying the seasonings he needed, Heath returned to his food truck and drove it back to his stall. The weather was pretty good today; although it wasn't completely cloudless, it was sunny enough that Heath thought business wouldn't be too bad.

"Speaking of which, I wonder when Ash will be able to come over." Heath pondered this question while chopping vegetables. He hadn't forgotten that Ash had said he wanted to come to Goldenrod City to play, and then he would be able to see Ash. He just didn't know if he would be able to see Ash's father, a mysterious man, this time.

Ash's father is a very mysterious guy. Heath has never met Ash's father, and he has hardly appeared in either the anime or the manga. The only information revealed is that Ash's father is still traveling. He is quite careless, after all, Ash's mother was left alone at home by him. Heath even read some doujinshi about Ash's mother and Professor Oak in his previous life.

Although Heath knew that Professor Oak wasn't that kind of person, Heath was certain that Ash's father was someone who often neglected his family. Fortunately, Ash, like his father, was obsessed with Pokémon, so once he embarks on his journey in the future, Ash probably won't have much time to ponder why his father always seems to disappear from his life as he grows up.

"Hiss!" Upon hearing this name, Hiss knew who it was. After all, among all Hiss's Pokémon, only Ralts called him that.

"What's wrong, Ralts?" Hiss glanced at his phone. There was still more than an hour before he was supposed to open the door. It seemed like a long time, but by the time he was ready, it would be time to open the door. After all, chopping and washing vegetables was a very time-consuming task.

“There’s a grumpy bird outside!” Ralts pointed to the lounge.

Chapter 814 Woody Owl Seeks Help

"A grumpy bird?" Hiss was taken aback. He almost thought he had misheard something, but seeing Ralts's confident expression, Hiss was still a little curious. Anyway, there was still some time before the store opened, so Hiss wasn't in a hurry. He simply led Ralts and pushed open the door to the lounge. The first thing Hiss saw was the grumpy bird that Ralts had mentioned.

Watching the other person frantically banging on his food truck window, Heath realized that Ralts was right; this guy was indeed quite irritable. However, what intrigued Heath even more was the other person's identity, because Heath found the guy in front of him somewhat familiar. Although it was still a bit dark outside and the food truck was lit up, so Heath couldn't see very clearly, he quickly recognized the little guy.

“? Isn’t this Rowlet?” Heath recognized the little guy at a glance. After all, the little guy had been taken to his house by Mew before, but Heath had handed Rowlet over to Mew to deal with at that time, and Heath hadn’t asked about it since. He didn’t expect the little guy to come back to him now.

Watching Rowlet excitedly flapping its wings against the glass outside, Heath sighed. His food cart was quite well soundproofed; no wonder he hadn't heard Rowlet flapping its wings for so long. If Ralts hadn't noticed the little guy, Heath might not have even known Rowlet was here.

Zoroark was still sleeping, and Mew hadn't woken up yet. Heath could tell at a glance that these two little bastards must have been playing games all night. It was only because they were Pokémon that Heath would have made them suffer. In men's singles, staying up all night to play games is very harmful to the body. Heath didn't like it. In his opinion, couldn't they play during the day?

"What's wrong?" Hiss opened the window, and under the watchful eyes of Charizard and Ralts, Rowlet flew in. Rowlet then grabbed Hiss's sleeve with its beak in a very urgent manner, leaving Hiss stunned. What was going on with this guy? Why was he so anxious now? Could it be that he had such a deep bond with Rowlet without knowing it?

"My friend is injured!" Rowlet said urgently. Heath could understand Rowlet's words because the little guy was a Grass-type Pokémon, so Heath could naturally understand it. He could only understand Grass-type Pokémon at the moment; he couldn't understand Pokémon of other types and needed Zoroark to help translate.

"Injured? Where?" Heath paused for a moment, then immediately asked. He knew this wasn't the time for idle chatter. Judging from Woody Owl's anxious expression, the little guy's injury was probably quite serious.

"It's over there!" Rowlet grabbed Heath's hand, and Heath followed without hesitation. After circling around, Rowlet led Heath to a dimly lit alley. The air was filled with the smell of garbage, which was not pleasant, even awful. The unique smell was quite overpowering, like a pile of kitchen garbage left unattended in the hot summer, eventually fermenting and stinking. Heath instinctively covered his nose, but he still followed Rowlet inside. He then saw a Pokémon lying weakly on the ground.

Charmeleon! It's actually a Charmeleon?!

Seeing the Pokémon lying on the ground, Heath immediately recognized it. Heath also noticed the flame on its tail was almost extinguished, and most importantly, there was a large sore on its body, like a penetrating wound, which was even festering. The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh. Heath frowned; this little guy was seriously injured.

"Wait." However, Heath wasn't too impatient. He had received Pokémon rescue training from the Pokémon League, and he knew very well that this was not the time to be impatient or anxious. The more serious the injury, the more troublesome and special it would be to treat. Heath first took out his phone and made an emergency call to the Pokémon Center, told them his location, and then took out a bottle of full recovery medicine from his pocket.

The Full Recovery Potion is the most powerful and effective medicine developed by the Pokémon League. It's very useful, but of course, it's also very expensive. However, the medicine in this world isn't as powerful as in the game. In the game, the Full Recovery Potion can completely restore any injury or negative status effect, but in reality, it can only accelerate wound healing and restore health. While it's effective, to achieve the same effect as in the game, Heath would need to use the medicine the system gave him. However, although the Charmeleon in front of him is seriously injured, its deep eyes are still looking at him, so it shouldn't die for the time being.

Heath poured the full-restoration potion near Charizard's wound. At this time, it was not advisable to pour it directly onto the wound, otherwise Charizard might faint from the intense pain or develop an irregular heartbeat. If there were a problem with the heart, it would be troublesome. Therefore, it was necessary to pour it near the wound so that the League's potion could penetrate into the wound and treat it.

"How did you get hurt? You endured it for so long? You're risking your life?!" Heath frowned as he looked at Charizard and Rowlet in front of him, saying with a sense of disappointment. Although these two little guys had nothing to do with Heath, seeing the horrific injuries on Charizard's body and the maggots that were faintly visible on it, Heath was still in a bad mood. After all, he also had a Charizard.

"..." Charizard didn't speak, but just looked up at Heath, its eyes as deep as black holes, trying to suck Heath in.

"The boss doesn't like humans and doesn't trust them, so he's always refused to seek their help..." Rowlet said softly. Heath scratched his head. Heath knew from Charmeleon's appearance that it was a stray Pokémon. Most stray Pokémon are abandoned. According to the League's survey of stray Pokémon, 87% of stray Pokémon started their life as strays because they were abandoned by humans.

Therefore, it's to be expected that such Pokémon would have strong opinions about humans.

Although it was early, the Pokémon Center's ambulance arrived shortly afterward, and Nurse Joy jumped out of the vehicle and quickly walked over.

Chapter 815 Emotion is the Curse of Wisdom

"Do we need to pay?" Woody asked, curled up at Heath's feet as he watched his boss being lifted into the ambulance by two Lucky Eggs.

Although he was happy to see that his boss's injuries were under control, Mumu Xiao felt that he might never see his boss again, which made him a little sad. However, Mumu Xiao then thought of something else. He had lived alone in this world for so long, and he knew that everything in the human world seemed to be inseparable from Alliance Coins, even medical treatment. So he was a little worried that if his boss couldn't afford the medical expenses, would he be abandoned?

After all, that's Alliance Coins! Rowlet once found one and used it to buy lots of delicious things, which made him happy for a long time. He didn't know how much treatment like this would cost, which made little Rowlet a little worried.

"Yes, it's necessary, but the League has a special relief fund, so you don't need to worry about anything." Heath was very calm. While the Pokémon Center is currently offering partial free services, some troublesome illnesses still require payment. For example, a penetrating wound like Charmeleon's needs treatment, which naturally costs money. However, the League has a special law for stray Pokémon, so Charmeleon doesn't require payment. The only problem is…

"Will I ever see the boss again?" Mumu Xiao asked, looking at the departing ambulance with a somewhat dejected tone.

"..." Hiss fell silent. He didn't speak because he knew what Rowlet longed for, but he couldn't give that deceptive answer. After all, according to Hiss's understanding of the League's regulations, stray Pokémon like Charmeleon that had received special medical assistance from the League would have two fates: either be released back into the wild or be sent to the League's welfare institution to find another trainer.

Furthermore, to prevent stray Pokémon from returning to their original cities, the League often releases them to extremely remote locations in the wild. For example, Pokémon discovered in the Kanto region may be released to other areas where their species exists, completely eliminating any possibility of them returning to the city. While some Pokémon are not picky and don't care about the city where they were first released, most Pokémon do have preferences regarding the city they were first released to, preferring the place where they initially started their journey.

These are the results of a group of Pokémon professors' joint research, so they are currently the most mainstream release method in the League. Moreover, after the League's special psychological counseling and wilding training, most Pokémon can be released normally without any problems. This is good news, but as for Charmeleon, we may never see Rowlet again, since Charmeleon's population is quite widespread.

Rowlet seemed to know the answer from Heath's silence. He lowered his head in disappointment. Heath sighed and then poked Rowlet's head with his finger.

Rowlet has a soft head and lots of feathers, which makes it look a bit chubby. In reality, Rowlet isn't fat at all; in fact, it could be described as rather thin, which is quite good among stray Pokémon. After all, most stray Pokémon live a life of irregular eating habits, so they have learned to live in groups.

That's how it is with stray Pokémon. Sheath misses Ekans a bit. Ekans in Viridian City is a stray Pokémon. A group of little guys gather together to take care of each other and warm each other's hearts. Sheath likes them very much. This is also how most stray Pokémon survive in the city. It's not easy for a Pokémon to live well alone, so they learn to rely on each other's strength. Losing a companion is also a very sad thing for them. Pokémon are often smarter than people think. They also have sociality and the concept of friends. Of course, there is also the pain of separation.

Separation by life and death—this is perhaps the curse that the Creator has placed upon intelligent beings. The more intelligent they are, the more profound this pain will be.

“We always have to part ways, that’s just how the world is.” Heath patted Rowlet’s head and looked at him. Heath didn’t plan to take Rowlet with him because Rowlet wasn’t his Pokémon, and he had no intention of catching it. Although he knew that Rowlet was quite popular in the world, it had nothing to do with Heath. Heath had unique requirements for his Pokémon. If a Pokémon caught his eye, he would take it even if it was useless. Besides, Rowlet didn’t want to go with him.

Seeing Rowlet leave dejectedly, Heath shook his head. There was nothing that could be done about Charmeleon's injuries; such penetrating wounds would almost certainly lead to death if left untreated. So Rowlet hadn't done anything wrong, but his decision had also sealed Charmeleon's fate. Perhaps in the future, a wandering Charmeleon would disappear from Goldenrod City forever.

“It’s a Pokémon Hunter.” Hiss looked down at his hand. When he was taking care of Charmeleon, he had observed the injury. He had previously obtained a book about Pokémon Hunters, so he knew a little about them. Moreover, there were similar photos at a warning exhibition held by the League.

A powerful weapon capable of easily piercing a Pokémon's body, though it wouldn't work against Orochimaru. Charmeleon, however, would certainly be unable to withstand it. The barbs would then firmly hook into the Pokémon's wound, preventing escape. Finally, Pokémon hunters would use drugs to knock the Pokémon unconscious before capturing and selling it. However, because this weapon is prone to causing Pokémon death and leaving them with lifelong disabilities, even Pokémon hunters rarely use it anymore.

I really don't know how Charmeleon got shot.

Pokémon hunters, a group of despicable and shameless guys who walk in the shadows. Heath was in a bad mood. If he had the chance to meet them again, Heath would definitely make them taste what pain was. However, Heath also knew that these Pokémon hunters were a bunch of old foxes and not easy to deal with. It was difficult to find them and difficult to deal with them once found. Otherwise, so many Officer Jennys wouldn't get injured every year.