"An unusual-colored Ralts? Young Master Zhao, you certainly have refined tastes." Qing Wu knew that some humans were obsessed with emotional Pokémon like Ralts.
The red horn on Ralts's head could sense human thoughts.
Unusual-colored Pokémon were even rarer than Pseudo-Legendary Pokémon. After all, unusual coloration mainly occurred when a recessive gene became dominant during inheritance, changing a Pokémon's coloring.
Unusual-colored Pokémon were also not tolerated by their kind and were often driven out of their groups.
However, unusual-colored Pokémon had one characteristic: their combat power was somewhat stronger than that of normally colored Pokémon.
"Young Master Zhao, this time, I'll collect some interest from you." Qing Wu closed the ledger.
He cast a disdainful glance at Han Qiu's group kneeling on the floor, then quietly left with Golbat.
"Boss, should we call the police?" One of Han Qiu's men endured the pain and asked Han Qiu.
One of his arms had been crushed by the falling chandelier, and he was now suffering agonizing pain.
"Call the police for what? Keep this matter to yourselves. The story we'll tell outsiders is that the chandelier wasn't installed properly and fell." Han Qiu glared at the subordinate who had spoken.
He knew that all his criminal evidence was in that ledger. If the man in black handed it over to Officer Jenny, he would be in serious trouble.
The Noble Families would never let Han Qiu live if they found out he had secretly kept private accounts. The only sensible thing to do now was flee.
Han Qiu couldn't forget the gaze hidden behind Qing Wu's mask—cold, crazed, and bloodthirsty. He had truly had the worst luck running into a madman that night.
Using Team Rocket's communicator, Qing Wu infiltrated the League's computers and quickly found Young Master Zhao's specific information.
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