In truth, official investigators were extremely busy. Take Lance, for example—his exceptional professional ability had seen him dismantle countless underground forces and dark organizations of all sizes over the past few years.
Beyond his ever-growing fame, Lance had become someone many gray organizations feared deeply.
They dreaded the day they would be targeted and become just another number added to Lance's reputation.
As for Sato, outsiders saw him as nothing more than a trainer with monstrous talent in battles.
Whether he could become a qualified, or even outstanding, Independent Investigator was something many people were quietly watching.
Kanto Region, Vermilion City, Ocean Café.
Sato ordered a cappuccino and sat quietly in a corner of the café. Most of the time, his gaze rested on the enormous fish tank, as though he were genuinely watching the Water-type Pokemon playing inside.
"Yan Mo, was the cappuccino sweet enough today?"
A voluptuous woman suddenly entered Sato's field of vision. Her long wine-red big wave curls, matched with her fairy-like delicate features, made her especially eye-catching.
"Mm, it was all right."
Sato lifted his cappuccino and took a sip, only speaking after savoring it carefully.
The woman chuckled, seemingly amused by his answer. It took her quite a while to settle down.
"You only tasted it after drinking half of it. You men really do love lying!"
Sato slightly lifted his brows. He looked at the cappuccino, which indeed had only half left, then at Pikachu, whose mouth still held faint traces of milk foam.
"Pika pi? (●˙˙●)?"
Sato turned his head and chose silence.
The woman clearly hadn't paid attention to Pikachu beside him. Instead, she naturally sat down next to Sato.
"Yan Mo, I went through so much trouble to finally buy the information you wanted. Don't you think you should compensate