Ye Qing roared hysterically in the downpour. With Wang Yao's fate still unknown, he simply could not stay calm.
At that moment, Luo Moyun's mother also regained consciousness. The pain of losing her son in middle age, of outliving her own child, drove her out of her mind. "He committed a capital crime by killing someone in the street, and he must be executed right here! If you dare protect him, you'll die with him!"
Ye Qing almost laughed in anger at his words. "Make me die with him? With this broken-down Pokémon League? With Ho-Oh? With you... do you think you're worthy?"
"Whoa... that's way too arrogant!"
"Does he mean to take on the entire Pokémon League?"
"He's really overestimating himself. He dares talk that big with just a Mewtwo and a Diancie!"
"A newborn calf has no fear of tigers."
Everyone who could live in this neighborhood was someone of standing. Even if they did not hold important positions in the Pokémon League, they were retired veterans.
They knew the Pokémon League well and understood how terrifying that behemoth was. Not even Cynthia would dare say something so arrogant.
While soothing Mega Gyarados to keep it from getting agitated, the Dragon Tamer urged, "Ye Qing, don't be rash. You won the World Cup championship for the country. You have a bright future ahead of you. Please don't throw it all away over a moment of impulse."
Long Zinuo watched the Dragon Tamer quietly. He had never expected this usually icy uncle of his to say so much in one breath.
Cynthia wanted to keep persuading him. "Your future doesn't end here. I've already decided to train you as the next Champion. Please don't do anything foolish."
Old Master Luo roared, "Champion, why are you still trying to persuade