A corner of the hotel.
"Is this guy planning to stay in the hotel all day? No, I need to think of a way to lure him out..."
Meng Beilü subconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette, only to grab nothing. Then he remembered that he was tailing someone, so he had not brought anything with a noticeable smell.
"Ah, cigarettes... Who?!"
Just as Meng Beilü was about to sigh, an unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared before him.
The figure wore a black-and-white faceless mask and was exceptionally tall and burly. Even with every inch of skin wrapped in a black night suit, the bulging muscles beneath were clearly visible.
Even his relatively slender upper arms were several times thicker than Meng Beilü's thighs, making for an utterly exaggerated sight.
Even more terrifyingly, he was holding a Banette in his left hand, its eyes turned into spirals.
"Meng Beilü..."
The masked man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding together, unsettling to hear.
The instant he spoke, Meng Beilü felt as though his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer. His mind immediately became muddled, and the arm that had been reaching for the Poké Ball at his waist dropped weakly.
His tense, somewhat panicked eyes gradually dimmed, losing their liveliness.
Psychic Interference!
It could affect a living creature's thinking abilities. If there was an enormous difference in mental levels between the two sides, there was a chance of putting the target into a state of brain death.
That was right. This masked muscular man, whose build far exceeded Mu Yun's usual physique, was a new disguise he had created by using his control over his muscles.
He had used the identity behind the "Abyss" mask before. To be safe, he could not use it again so frequently.
The chances