As it turned out, when someone was down on their luck, even a sip of cold water could get stuck between their teeth.
In the end, Cheng Tian took out a Great Ball and caught Aerodactyl, his heart reduced to dead ashes. He had just tried another ten Poké Balls in succession, wasting all ten.
"Fuck!" Cheng Tian wanted to cry but had no tears. "Fine, that critically injured Hustle Nidoran♂ got away back then! But this Aerodactyl barely had half a breath left, and it still wouldn't let me catch it with a Poké Ball! Is there any justice in this world?!"
But what could he do? You couldn't blame society for bad luck, or the government for being poor. Being born with rotten luck was just that-something you were born with. The recommendation was to do more good deeds and accumulate some virtue in this life. Maybe in the next, he could stow away from Africa to Europe or America...
Aerodactyl had finally been dealt with, but there was still one small problem.
Watching the two women talking in front of him, Cheng Tian chose to summon Rotom.
"Rotom, my English isn't good. Help me translate what those two are saying."
"Rotom, Rotom! Here's the translation, Rotom!"
The blonde woman said, "I'm so sorry for all the trouble. I never imagined you two would be so strong. Thank you for saving my life!"
Su Han said, "There's nothing to thank us for. It was no more trouble than lifting a hand. If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving."
"Please wait! My companion should have gone in the direction you came from to seek help. I wondered if you..."
"Oh, he was injured, but we left him some Potions. He should be mostly recovered by now. Keep heading straight