Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 475 Bloody Meeting

Zhulan sat in an inconspicuous corner, silently watching the two parties arguing fiercely.

Just when the two sides were about to quarrel and fight, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and the guard at the door was thrown in, covered in blood.

"Which bastard dares to be so arrogant? Get in here..."

However, before the old man could finish his words, Zhulan gave him a look whose meaning was very clear, indicating that he was one of them.

The old man then sat down slowly and kindly.

The elders from the old forces frowned as they looked at the guards who were lying on the ground like bloody bodies.

It’s not that they value the guard’s life so much, but that the guard is one of them.

Looking at the other guard representing the Sinnoh region who stuck his head out of the door, the old-powerful aristocrats in the Washicui region frowned even deeper.

"I told you, don't stop me. You asked for this. In your next life, be more cautious."

As the guard gradually took his last breath, a man with a thin face and cold eyes walked in.

Without being overly polite, Shota spotted the empty seat at the chief's table and sat down directly.

The conference room fell silent for a moment, and people from both sides were confused by his behavior.

The sharp-eyed elders in the Xicui region certainly saw that this man of unknown origin must have a close relationship with the Sinnoh region. An old man immediately jumped out, pointed at Shota and cursed:

"Kid, who do you think you are? How dare you sit in the chief position? Do you want to overthrow Tian Gang?"

Shota ignored him and stared ahead quietly.

Just when the elder from the Xicui area felt that he was about to be in the limelight, he suddenly felt something strangling his neck, and then he was slowly lifted up.

With a "click" sound, he died inexplicably, and the Poké Ball he had just taken out in his hand slowly fell to the ground.

As it rolled, the switch was pressed, but the elf inside did not come out, as if there was something outside that frightened him.

For a moment, the conference room fell into silence again.

And Shota still looked ahead with a calm gaze, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, no one in the conference room made any sound, and only the breathing of most of the old men could be heard.

At this time, Shota spoke.

"Now, I declare Zhulan as the chief of this term. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

As soon as Shota said this, someone immediately stood up, but it was not the representative of the Washiu region, but the representative of the Sinnoh region.

"I object! I object! I think..."

Without waiting for the representative to finish speaking, Shota interrupted him and said:

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think. Objection is futile. Go down and accompany that old guy."

With a snap, the representative from the Sinnoh region had his neck twisted 360 degrees and fell heavily onto the table of the conference table, his pupils widening as he looked downward.

"No? You killed your own people?"

A group of old guys in the Sinnoh region couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly depressing. Sweat had soaked the clothes of these old guys. They breathed cautiously, fearing that anything they did would displease the devil in the chief seat and kill them.

Zhulan looked at the old guys who usually acted arrogantly towards her, but now they were like mice seeing a cat, lowering their heads timidly and not daring to say a word. She couldn't help but feel refreshed in her heart, and there was more admiration in her eyes when she looked at Shota.

“Sure enough, what Grandma Chiyo said is right, only the absolute use of force can suppress those guys with ulterior motives.

Only by possessing absolute force can one have absolute authority to speak."

Shota pinched a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, lit it with a lighter, took a slow puff, and couldn't help coughing.

"It's terrible, I don't know why so many people like to smoke.

By the way, have you made up your mind? My patience is limited. If you haven't made up your mind, then I can only think that you are silent, and silence means rejection to me.

I'll give you another 10 seconds. If anyone still hasn't chosen to stand up after 10 seconds, I'll have no choice but to kill you all one by one."

"1, 9..."

"No? Did your elementary school math and PE teacher teach you to count like this?"

There was no time to think about it, as someone immediately stood up and expressed his agreement with what Shota had previously proposed.

But this is only a small number of people. The vast majority of the old guys still think that Shota would not dare to kill them here, including representatives from the Sinnoh region and the Xicui region.

After all, they control most of the resources and information in the Sinnoh region, and they don't believe that Shota would really dare to take action.

What was done before was just a warning to both sides.

In the end, the guy sitting in the first seat will definitely compromise, and at that time, these old guys will have the capital for negotiation and will not suffer such serious losses.

However, this plan might work when Xiang is old, but now, he will die if he tries it.

"10!"

As Shota finished counting the last number, only a few old guys stood up, and most of them were people who stood on Takeran's side, represented by the Sinnoh region.

Shota sighed softly and said nothing.

But the next second, dozens of sounds of necks snapping were heard in the Sinnoh Alliance's highest conference room.

The old guys reacted and immediately wanted to take out their Poké Balls to resist, but in the next second their heads turned 360 degrees and then fell heavily on the conference table.

"Devil, you will die miserably!"

"Please spare me, I don't want to die yet, I surrender now!"

……

Screams and pleas for mercy echoed in the conference room.

But Shota paid no attention to the sound. He just quietly fiddled with the cigarette in his hand, as if he was a child who had found some fun toy.

He took a slow puff and blew a smoke ring into the air.

"Is this the charm of cigarettes? It can make people calm down instantly."

After muttering to himself, Shota looked at the group of old guys who stood up, a smile appeared on his lips, he put the cigarette aside, and said lightly:

“Okay, now that everyone who’s in the way is dead, let’s talk about how to raid their homes.

Oh, by the way, from now on the Sinnoh region will be called the Sinnoh region, which is easier to pronounce. "