Qin Feng was speechless when he heard that. His little sister was about to start college, yet she still blurted out whatever popped into her head.
But she was his own sister, so he could only explain patiently, "This isn't a game. I have no right to take someone else's Pokémon away."
"If I could do that, wouldn't the whole world descend into chaos?"
Qin Yao froze, then asked blankly, "Then what do we do? Take him to the police?"
Qin Feng was speechless again. "Are there even any relevant regulations? What could the police do with him? Don't worry about it. Leave it to me."
"Okay."
Qin Yao hung up, and the people around her erupted into an uproar.
"What did she mean just now?"
"Pokémon can be taken back?"
"No, no, no. Pokémon won't be taken back." There were still some clearheaded onlookers who caught the important point.
Li Sheng was a Silver-ranked Pokémon Trainer, after all. He froze when he heard that his Pokémon might be taken away, but his expression soon twisted with anger.
"What a joke. You think winning means you can brag about anything you like?"
"Take my Pokémon away? Dream on! What gives you the right?"
Qin Yao knew she had suggested something childish and illogical, but was that the point right now?
No!
"Hmph! Never mind what I said. The point is, you should apologize to Torterra right now!"
"That's right! Apologize for half an hour!" Jiang Yu chimed in.
The organizer deliberately parted the crowd in front of Torterra, clearing a space, then extended a hand toward Li Sheng in an inviting gesture.
Gritting his teeth, Li Sheng walked up to Torterra one step at a time.
But the apology refused to leave his mouth. When had he ever apologized to