Dawn had just broken in Qinzhou.
That said, in the northern winter, the sun rose very late.
"Police Officer, are you all right?" Yang Yonggang asked, looking somewhat dust-covered and disheveled.
"I'm fine." Bloodstained gauze was still wrapped around the Police Officer's right arm. "That brat was too damn crafty. He hid in a hole dug by a Pokémon and shot me. He really wasn't afraid of being flattened by Earthquake."
"He was a desperate outlaw. Nothing unusual about that." Yang Yonggang offered him a cigarette. "Here, for the pain."
Click...
A wisp of white smoke slowly drifted away. Looking rather tired, Yang Yonggang sat beside the Police Officer. "How did last night's fighting go?"
"Most were wiped out, and several important ones were captured alive. Unfortunately, the leader died," the Police Officer said, taking a drag.
"Doesn't matter. Scum like that-if he's dead, he's dead."
"You don't understand. If the leader were alive, we could dig out the people protecting him behind the scenes." The Police Officer smiled. "He spent all those years on the run just to stay alive. There were things he had no choice but to do."
"Keep questioning them. You'll get results eventually."
"Luckily, we brought plenty of medical Pokémon and kept our losses to a minimum." The Police Officer suddenly grew curious. "Speaking of which, where's that youngster you brought?"
"Him?" Yang Yonggang smiled faintly and turned toward the endless mountains.
"He's taking care of a few things."
Thud, thud, thud...
The powerfully built Aggron, as massive as a hill, slowly approached two small, raised mounds without a sound.
According to Cheng Tian, these were called graves. They were things erected to commemorate those who had passed away.
Although Aggron knew perfectly well that there was nothing inside, looking at those two small