Team Galactic Wanted Another Shot at Revival

When the security guards suddenly attacked, Mingyou didn't hold back. A few swings of the Ivy Cudgel took them all down like common grunts.

"Couldn't we have talked this out? You started it, so don't blame me."

He crouched and finally retrieved his ID.

He could now see the blue graffiti on it. It seemed to claim he was an accomplice. Someone had clearly left it there on purpose to draw attention, and the markings were stubbornly hard to wipe off.

"Filthy..."

Mingyou shook his head. Was he talking about the graffiti on his ID, or the rotten heart of whoever had stolen something and framed him?

At least he had his ID back. He could now confirm that the thief wasn't human, but a Pokémon—and that it had stolen a very valuable glass bottle from this place.

I haven't gotten dragged into something, have I? I really don't want to get involved...

Mingyou stood up, intending to leave. There was no need to stake out the place to catch that tasty little kid anymore.

The question now was whether someone had ordered the Pokémon to do it or whether it had acted on its own. Either way, it had nothing to do with him now.

"Let's go have fun at the beach."

Mingyou waved for everyone to follow. Just then, a radio on one of the fallen guards crackled to life. "You still haven't dealt with it? Lord Saturn is already here!"

"Hm?"

Mingyou stopped. Once he was sure he hadn't misheard, he walked over and picked up the radio.

The voice on the other end was still roaring. "This is our hope for reviving Team Galactic! If you screw it up, you're all finished, you bastards!"

"..."

The radio went silent. Mingyou blinked. *What? Team Galactic was making