Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 308: Tetsuya gives up the game

Shota listened to Tetsuya's words and of course knew that he had something else to say, but, so what?

Out of politeness, Shota shook his head at him and said:

"Nothing. I have carefully planned this match for a long time. It is already destined."

Hearing Shota's confident words, Tetsuya showed a bitter smile on his face, but respecting other people's choices is also a kind of fulfillment.

Thinking of this, Zhe sighed again and didn't want to say anything more.

Then, Zheye took out a Poké Ball from the belt behind him. Looking at the Poké Ball, Zheye's face looked quite ugly.

He was about to throw the ball, but he took it back in an instant, put the Poké Ball back into his belt, took out another Poké Ball, and shouted:

"Go ahead, cunning Tengu."

In the secret meeting room, the old man sitting in the first seat had an unhappy expression on his face as he looked at the cunning Tengu that appeared on the screen, except for two old men who were teasing the chief old man.

The rest of the elderly people looked at each other, without saying much, and watched the game on the big screen quietly.

Looking at the cunning Tengu that appeared, Shota thought for a moment and, out of respect, sent out his own Charizard with a hideous scar at the corner of its eye.

This time, Shota took the lead in issuing the order:

"Charizard, use flamethrower."

As the fire energy in Charizard's mouth quickly condensed, a thick column of fire quickly sprayed towards the cunning Tengu on the field.

But what was strange was that Zheya, who was standing on the fighting stage, lowered his head and did not issue any commands.

Just when the flame of the jet flame was about to touch the cunning Tengu, Zheya raised his head with a grim expression, swung his hand, and a red light shot at the cunning Tengu. Before he was burned by the jet flame, he was put into the Poké Ball.

The consequence was that on the big screen, three of the six Poké Balls representing Tetsuya dimmed, which meant halftime.

After seeing this scene, some viewers immediately became unable to sit still and began to denounce Zheya's negative behavior.

"Who are you? We just lost two games. Is it necessary to do this?"

"That's right, there's no competitive spirit at all."

"I was so optimistic about him before."

……

Listening to what these people said, Zhe just quietly got off the platform and headed towards the tunnel leading to the lounge.

Just as Zheya walked into the tunnel, wandering aimlessly, a voice called him.

"Tetsuya, why are you like this? You performed so well when you fought me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Tetsuya looked up with a disappointed look on his face, looked at the trainer with a Pikachu on his shoulder, forced a smile, and said:

"Xiaozhi, if this tournament is rigged, what's the meaning of my victory?"

After saying this, Zhe didn't wait for Xiaozhi to persuade him to stay and left alone.

Feeling confused, Xiaozhi wanted to run to Zhe to ask for clarification, but was stopped by Xiaogang beside him.

Looking at Xiaogang who was blocking his way, Xiaozhi said hurriedly:

"Xiao Gang, don't stop me! I want to go up and ask Zhe why he said that the victory was manipulated and why he said that his victory was meaningless? He has come to this point because of the mutual trust and efforts between him and the elves. Why should he deny it?"

Looking at the emotional Xiaozhi, Xiaogang, as the gym leader, certainly knew some of the reasons, but he was reluctant to say it out loud because it would undermine Xiaozhi's confidence and beliefs.

So he changed the subject and said:

"Zheya, he might just be very tired on the path of being a Pokémon trainer. He needs to calm down. We'd better not disturb him."

After hearing Xiaogang's explanation, Xiaozhi gradually slowed down his struggling and looked in the direction where Zheya left with a worried look.

Looking at Xiaozhi who believed what he said, Xiaogang sighed inwardly.

Sometimes, coming into contact with the truth is not a good option.

On the other side, Zhe did not return to his lounge, but was taken to a conference room by several people in black clothes who looked like bodyguards.

Looking at the old man sitting on the sofa in the middle, Zhe also lowered his head and shouted:

"grandfather."

Looking at his grandson who looked lost, the old man didn't say much. He just pointed at a young man sitting next to him and said:

"Your game will be replaced by Tessin from now on. You can give him the Poké Ball I gave you."

Hearing his grandfather's words, Zheye's eyes widened in shock. Looking at his half-brother, an expression of disgust appeared on Zheye's gentle face for the first time.

It's not because he played for himself, but because this guy is a born bad guy.

I remember when I was very young and had just become a trainer, the Pokémon I used were lower-level Pokémon like Rattata to train a trainer's command ability.

Every time a small competition is held in the family, Zhexin and he will participate.

The Rattata commanded by Zhexin would win most of the time, but every time the opponent's Rattata would be bitten to death by his Rattata. The adults did not blame him for this, but praised him instead.

In order to prevent his little Rattata from being killed by his own little Rattata, he developed a guerrilla tactic that has been used to this day.

To be honest, Zheya felt that he should thank him at that time, but that was until he discovered something that made him feel disgusted.

That is, every time he defeated Zhexin, Zhexin would cook his little Rada in a pot and taste it.

And one time, I believed his lies and ate the meat of Rada as if it were ordinary beef.

He also asked him if it tasted good, and he answered yes.

Afterwards, this bad guy told me the origin of the meat with a smile on his face. At that time, I wanted to vomit out everything I had eaten last night.

Thinking of this, Zheye looked at Zhexin with even more disgust.

Seeing that Zheya was looking at him with a disgusted expression, Zhexin, who had a hooked nose, looked at Zheya with a grin, then stood up and walked to Zheya's side, patted his shoulder when he was not prepared and said:

"We are brothers. Don't keep looking at me with that disgusted expression. It makes you, a noble, look very rude."

Feeling the force coming from his shoulder and Zhexin's words, Zheye now wanted to punch him in the face.

But he restrained himself deeply, put down the Poké Ball given to him by his grandfather, and left the conference room under the guidance of his bodyguard.