Two People Who Couldn't Make Sense of the Situation

The negotiations naturally ended on bad terms.

Volcanion was so furious that steam surged from its body and the temperature skyrocketed. It was seeing red.

Though its whole body was red to begin with, so the difference was not very noticeable. No problem, then.

"Sir, calm down, calm down." Yan Yang remained rather composed. "Aren't bad guys all like this? Look on the bright side—at least we still have three days of breathing room, right?"

The more Volcanion thought about backing down, the angrier it became. Its huge feet stomped irritably against the ground. "Hmph! If I weren't locked up by this piece of junk and my strength wasn't being suppressed so badly, those pieces of trash outside wouldn't even be enough for a few Steam Eruptions!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! You're the best! You're amazing!" Yan Yang agreed in an exaggerated, faintly sarcastic tone.

Under that praise, whether sincere or not, this master of rage barely managed to suppress the urge to immediately blow the place flat.

"Hey, brat." Volcanion impatiently poked the ground with one of its cannons. "Quit running your mouth! What plan do you have to get me out of this hellhole?"

"Wait." Yan Yang answered crisply. He even leaned back leisurely, trying to rest against Volcanion.

Volcanion instantly gave a violent shake, nearly sending Yan Yang sprawling.

"Get away from me! You think your flimsy little body can lean on me? And... you're seriously calling such a useless plan a plan? Got some nerve, don't you?" It could hardly believe that this brat's so-called plan was to wait.

That was it? It had thought he had something impressive. This was it? Just this?

Yan Yang wisely moved a few steps away and spread his hands. "Oh, don't overreact. It's just a habit."

He was not lying.