"Digimon appearing in the Human World certainly would be a headache. But Digimon wouldn't commit robberies there," Zheng Fan said. Of course, he was speaking entirely from the Digimon's perspective. The things humans valued meant nothing to Digimon. There might be oddballs like Pumpkinmon and Oremon, but those two were only having fun.
"Yes, Drillmon didn't rob the bank himself, but he helped two robbers empty it, and he was contaminated. We have to purify Drillmon's Digi-Egg." Thomas respectfully agreed with Zheng Fan. Marcus Damon, who did his thinking with his fists, actually refrained from causing trouble.
"Contaminating Champion-level Digimon?" Champion-level Digimon weren't weak, but it wasn't inconceivable that they could be contaminated. They were much like adults: once they had accumulated enough, they could evolve. There was nothing strange about an ignorant Champion-level Digimon being contaminated. Still, a lollipop was enough to win over a child, while it would never work on an adult-not even a hundred lollipops. Digimon were no different.
Thomas carefully took Drillmon's Digi-Egg out of his bag. Strange black patterns coiled around its surface. Agumon and Gaomon, who had received specialized training, were unfazed, but Falcomon, awed despite not understanding what was happening, unconsciously stepped forward.
Calumon stopped Falcomon, while Zheng Fan casually held out his hand, asking Thomas for the Digi-Egg.
Thomas respectfully placed the Digi-Egg in Zheng Fan's hand. At that instant, the black patterns coiling around it suddenly came alive and lunged at Zheng Fan like venomous snakes. In a flash, they covered his palm. At the same time, Marcus Damon angrily threw a punch, slamming his fist into Zheng Fan's chest.
Marcus Damon's fist seemed to have struck Zheng Fan, pressing flush against his body. The immense impact produced a terrifying explosion in the air, flinging Thomas, who stood beside Marcus,