Qing Wu watched the Smoochum huddle together, trembling, then looked at the Persian kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.
Qing Wu waved his hand, and Blastoise immediately turned to leave.
Just then, a sinister grin appeared at the corner of Persian's mouth. A flash of white light streaked across its claws. With a leap of its muscular legs, Persian roared several times, yowling as it pounced forward.
Persian used Fury Swipes on Blastoise, attacking like a shrewish woman brawling in the streets.
Blastoise remained motionless in the middle of turning around. Persian's claws raked across Blastoise's hard shell, and they instantly snapped in half.
Persian wore an utterly disbelieving expression, wondering whether it had failed to sharpen its claws properly lately.
The Persians forced an awkward smile, only to see Blastoise plant its forelimbs on the ground, its enormous cannons aimed in their direction.
Persian curled up its tail and turned to leave, but Blastoise was faster.
A thick stream of water blasted Persian straight into the wall.
The Persians' fur was completely soaked, clumped together, and covered in dust.
Like a drowned rat, Persian crawled up from the ground and knelt there, begging for mercy.
"Smoochum, do you have any ideas? If you do, let Blastoise teach you a lesson, and then we'll have a proper talk." Qing Wu made an inviting gesture, but the Smoochum shook their heads like rattlesnakes.
"This is rather disappointing. Otherwise, I could have taught all of you a lesson." Qing Wu sighed. In the Smoochum's eyes, he looked exactly like a devil.
"All right, you've all been beaten up. Now line up obediently and let me take a look at your injuries." Qing Wu smiled warmly, as if he weren't the one who had sent out Blastoise to beat them senseless.