The address on the card was—465 Screw Street, Gateon Port.
"Rich, truly rich. No wonder they dared to renovate an entire island."
Heiduo looked at the three-story townhouse before him. Even an ordinary combatant got to live in a house like this.
Two police cars wailed away down the distant street, completely failing to notice him standing diagonally behind the steps.
Those officers known as "constables" in Orre would never catch him. In this era without surveillance networks, catching a criminal who could run faster than forty miles per hour for hours on end was practically impossible.
Especially since Heiduo had erased his scent and movement trails.
Nowadays, constables mostly relied on Pokémon capable of using Odor Sleuth and Foresight to investigate cases. Unfortunately, neither move was infallible, and the high mobility of people in the Pokémon world made investigations exceptionally difficult.
As a result, the cost of committing crimes was terrifyingly low, one of the reasons poachers, thieves, and other criminals ran rampant.
He knocked softly on the door.
He waited quietly for thirty seconds.
With a click, the door opened inward. The person answering it was none other than Naps, whom he had left at the Krabby Club earlier.
Heiduo did not care much about why Naps had moved faster than him. He had spent time finding the place and deliberately taken several detours so he would not seem too fast. Naps had ridden a motorcycle, after all. If he still could not beat him here, that would have made no sense.
The latest model. Nice.
Heiduo glanced at a new motorcycle parked beside the garage.
"Not bad, not bad! You completed the mission brilliantly!" Naps beamed. "Come in and meet your colleagues!"
He stepped aside, making room for Heiduo to enter.
At those words, Heiduo's steps paused