"Huh? Aren't these the poachers the League put out a wanted notice for? How did they end up here? How did you catch them?" When the Officer Jennys arrived, Heath had his foot on a scar-faced man's head and was calmly sharpening a knife. When they saw the man pinned beneath their little brother's foot, they looked surprised. Clearly, they had not expected him to catch these people. This poaching gang had clearly defined roles and considerable strength; otherwise, they would never have stayed on the run for so long. Now all the Officer Jennys were curious. As they arrested the men and their Pokémon, they questioned Heath, who felt a little embarrassed. After all, the last time anyone had praised him like this was the last time.
"Ahem, well, what happened was..." Heath gave them a brief account. After turning off the lights and going to bed, he had kept thinking about his earlier premonition, so for once, he had not fallen asleep right away. Instead, he had lain in bed staring into space. Unexpectedly, while he was lying there, he had heard the food truck's alarm. He had then gone out with a rolling pin, opened the door, and brought it down in one blow before quickly knocking down the other two accomplices. With that, he had successfully subdued the gang.
"But I didn't expect them to be so fragile. I only gave them a tap with the rolling pin, and they're still unconscious." Heath shrugged helplessly. He had been holding back, too. As a chef, he was extremely strong. If he had not restrained his strength, the food truck probably would have acquired a few more restless spirits.
The Officer Jenny beside him, who was examining the criminals, froze for a moment, then gave Heath a strange