That night was destined to be sleepless. Ye Qing first comforted Gardevoir, then sat on the bed, trembling slightly with excitement.
"I killed an Elite Four member?"
Ye Qing muttered to himself. Although Garchomp deserved most of the credit-it could even be said that without Garchomp, he would have died a horrible death!
But no matter how he looked at it, he really had been the one to cut off Wei Wufeng's head.
Under a star-studded night sky, a large transport plane flew over the boundless sea.
A man with slicked-back hair sat in a spacious chair, gently stroking the Persian beside him.
"Reporting!"
A solemn voice rang out from outside the door, with unmistakable traces of fear in it.
"Speak."
Without turning his head, the man quietly watched the sea below through the window.
The waves rose and fell, each higher than the last, like vast armies locked in fierce combat!
"The Pokémon League has wiped out the base in Desert City. Wei Wufeng, who was in charge, was also beheaded, and his head was put on public display."
The person delivering the report looked terrified, struggling to suppress his emotions as he enunciated every word clearly.
The man said nothing after listening, his hand continuing to stroke the cat in a steady rhythm.
The atmosphere turned icy. Only after a long while did the middle-aged man slowly nod and ask, "Did they finish the task they were assigned?"
"They completed two-thirds of it."
The person reporting answered truthfully, never once raising his head throughout the entire exchange.
Another long silence followed.
"Who killed him?"
"A Trainer named Ye Qing."
"Ye Qing?"
The man frowned. That name seemed to have come up so often that even he remembered it now.
"Yes!"
The person reporting still wasted no