Charizard was very fast.
After this incident, Xia Yan had decided to get a Flying-type Pokémon as soon as possible. Otherwise, getting around would be far too inconvenient.
Compared to taking a car, a Flying-type Pokémon was undoubtedly more convenient.
They landed not far from the club.
Looking at the still brightly lit Silph Pokémon Battle Club, Xia Yan thought for a moment. "Wait here for me. I'll go back and get something."
"Should I go with you?" Lance asked hesitantly.
With Lance along, they would indeed be safer if they ran into trouble.
"Sure."
At that, Lance recalled Charizard and lightly brushed a hand across his waist.
Click, click—
Hearing the sound, Xia Yan turned and looked at the thing that had appeared in Lance's hand, unable to hide his surprise.
"A gun?"
Did League investigators carry guns too?
This was the first time he had seen such a cold, deadly thing as a gun in the Pokémon World.
"Better safe than sorry," Lance said calmly.
He released the safety, resting his index finger lightly beside the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment.
A gun might not pose much of a threat to Pokémon, but it was still deadly enough against people.
Used by surprise, it could have an unexpectedly powerful effect.
Clearly, Lance was not some simple-minded fool who only knew how to battle with Pokémon. If there was a more convenient method, there was no need for a Pokémon battle.
Xia Yan lowered his eyes.
When it came down to a fight to the death, taking down the opposing Pokémon Trainer was the key to solving the problem—and the primary objective.
Settling victory and defeat through Pokémon battles?
That was merely the beautiful scene presented in anime.
Lance followed Xia Yan as they tiptoed into