Giovanni had come to Orre.
As the top "wanted criminal" on the list, he was at least more presentable than Silver, who had nearly been thrown in jail the moment he got off the ship.
He had been invited to the Orre League headquarters, half willingly and half by force.
It was hard to imagine the leader of an evil organization who operated from the shadows risking himself by coming to the headquarters of "justice."
But Giovanni had done exactly that.
Because his cherished son had been taken control of by his nemesis—or at least, someone Giovanni considered a nemesis—and his current condition was unknown.
He was so worried that he could barely eat or sleep.
Giovanni desperately wanted to know how Silver was doing, just as he had for the past decade or so.
However, Baimu did not rush to meet this villainous boss. He deliberately left Giovanni waiting for several hours before strolling into the headquarters conference room once Giovanni had become thoroughly anxious.
Giovanni's face darkened, but he did not call out the other man's deliberate behavior. He asked bluntly, "Where is my son?"
Baimu leisurely sat down and looked up at the middle-aged man. "Isn't your attitude a little off? I don't think I'm the one asking for help here."
Giovanni: "..."
He took a deep breath, gradually calming himself. "Baimu, there is no need for us to be at each other's throats. You can make any demand you want. Even if you want Team Rocket disbanded on the spot, I can agree to it."
The secretary standing behind him, Matori, gave Giovanni a subtle glance upon hearing that. Her expression did not change much.
Baimu smiled. "And then you'll turn around and establish a new Team Rocket, right? Don't try such low-level tricks in front