Meeting the Professor Alone

Yan Yang's interrogation, combined with the Pressure exerted by the other Pokémon, bore down on the half-charred captive on the ground.

However, the captive only let out a string of pained groans. His eyes were unfocused, and he babbled incoherent curses, seeming to be on the verge of a mental breakdown—or perhaps putting on an act to stall for time.

Yan Yang's patience quickly ran out.

Should he give him a little "physical awakening"? Screw considering it—just do it!

After several "reminders," the man finally couldn't take it anymore and begged hoarsely, "D-Don't... don't hit me anymore... I'll talk..."

"I... I'm just a little lackey following orders... really... I really don't know much about the core secrets... asking me... is useless..."

"Cut the act!" Yan Yang's voice was icy. "We've already rescued all the kids! Your den of monsters is finished! Spill something useful now, and maybe you'll get a quick death and leave an intact corpse!"

"What? Those 'materials'... they all... escaped?" The captive abruptly raised his head, terror exploding in his eyes.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"It's over... it's all over..." The captive suddenly became agitated, his body trembling violently beyond his control. "That Professor... he'll definitely go insane! Ah—!"

Overwhelmed by emotion, he suddenly convulsed, tugging at the severe burns covering his body. His eyes flew wide open, his head lolled to one side, and he fell completely silent!

Yan Yang: "...Huh?"

Entei stepped forward, disgustedly prodded the captive with a claw, then flung him aside after confirming it. "...He's dead."

Yan Yang was speechless for a moment. He just... died?

They hadn't gotten a single crucial piece of information, and the guy had scared himself to death?

No, seriously... weren't these people's mental and physical constitutions way too weak?

He subconsciously slapped his own arm—yep,