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"Sorry, Xiao Zhi."

A few minutes later, Misty lowered her head and apologized to Xiao Zhi again.

"Because of me, you couldn't keep Pikachu."

With Director Takeya's arrival, both sides, wary of hurting each other's leverage, ultimately chose to take a step back: Team Rocket released Misty and withdrew from the city, while Raichu and Mewtwo returned to the Void Continent.

"It's fine. We can get Pikachu back later."

The burly elementary schooler Xiao Zhi waved his hand, prompting Director Takeya to adjust his flat-lens glasses.

I'd underestimated him.

He had once received a report that "Xiao Zhi had taken out a pack of giant Spearow."

At the time, he had thought the boy was merely a gifted elementary school student. Looking at him now, though, how could "gifted" possibly be enough to describe him?

Even "heavenly genius" fell short!

A ten-year-old Ghost Rank!

And judging from the scene when he arrived, Xiao Zhi had actually suppressed Raichu?

Even if Raichu had been in poor condition, he was still Ghost Rank! From his posture, Xiao Zhi had even been prepared to fight Mewtwo as well.

However—

Taking the opportunity to adjust his glasses, he discreetly swept his gaze over the other two present.

Keikain Kasumi, a direct descendant of the Keikain Family and Yura's disciple—a genius practically guaranteed to become Ghost Rank in the future. Despite her young age, she was already a Strong Wolf Rank transcendent. One had to know that among the Transcendental Special Police of the Metropolitan Police Department, who sweated every day and soaked themselves in nuclear reactors, even squad captains were only at the Strong Wolf Rank.

As for the other one—

"Little Princess, if you run out like this, your family will worry."

Along with Raichu, perhaps it was precisely these encounters that