Pokémon's Chosen System

Chapter 299 Coffee

Bustling streets, endless traffic, and bustling crowds.

Except for being a little stranger, everything else seems to be no different from Jiangzhou where he was before, which makes Duanmu Yeyu not so out of place in this street.

Looking around at the tall buildings, the car horns and the laughter of passers-by flowed into my ears. For a moment, Duanmu Yeyu felt a little emotional.

It wasn't until a man wearing a black trench coat and a black cloth mask flashed past his eyes that he withdrew his emotion. His eyes turned to reveal a mixture of coldness and evil, and he slowly followed the man. behind.

The man was naturally the Rakshasa who kidnapped Yan Qingcheng before. Although Duanmu Yeyu had a way to rescue Yan Qingcheng who was trapped in the "secret base" and then rely on Deoxys' teleportation to return to Jiangzhou, that would be too bland. Or maybe it was too boring and he just didn't bother to do it.

Maybe it's because he made a deal with the anti-matter thing that was sealed in his body. Sometimes Duanmu Yeyu himself doesn't understand what he wants to do. Maybe he is like Emperor Giratti at the time. Nana, must have been controlled by this power.

Duanmu Yeyou shook his head. He didn't want to think about so many messy things anymore. Now he just wanted to have some fun.

It was at this time that the Rakshasa in front of him turned around and walked into a coffee shop.

Seeing this, Duanmu Yeyou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had seen something interesting, but his eyes were more like a hunter eyeing his prey. The next moment, his figure flickered and disappeared into the crowd...

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In the coffee shop, Rakshasa looked around the shop and seemed to have found the person he wanted to see. He walked straight towards a table against the wall in the store.

"Yo, you're here."

The person speaking was a man, and judging from his not-so-fluent Chinese, he could tell he was a foreigner. And his golden curly hair and blue pupils supported this conjecture.

Rakshasa did not answer his words. Instead, he glanced at a blond man and a bald black man at the table next to him who were wearing black suits and enjoying a cup of coffee. Judging from their physiques, they were definitely not the kind of office workers, and the vague aura emanating from them made Rakshasa feel a bit dangerous.

"Humph." Rakshasa let out a heavy snort, looked coldly at the foreign man who had spoken to him before and said, "You are so worried about meeting me? You actually found two practitioners to look at me."

"Of course we can rest assured about the people of the Luo family," the man pushed one of the two cups of coffee in front of Rakshasa, then made a gesture of invitation and continued: "But after all, you are the eldest young master of the Luo family, I have to pay attention. For your own safety."

Although the man used honorifics, Rakshasa didn't feel any respect at all. Instead, he felt a bit of ridicule. This made him very unhappy, and he didn't even want to look at the coffee the man pushed, let alone drink it.

"Stop talking nonsense, I have already caught the person you want to arrest. You can let your people leave the Luo family."

The man showed a seemingly kind smile and said contemptuously: "Master Luo, do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"Smith!"

Rakshasa stood up suddenly and wanted to choke the man named Smith in front of him, but before he could reach out his hand, he was pushed back to his seat by the bald black man on the table next to him.

"Don't yell like that. This is a place to drink coffee. It's for enjoyment, not for fighting." Smith said and took another sip of the coffee in his cup. There was a hint of joking in his half-squinted eyes.

Feeling the strong force coming from his shoulders, others could see the anger in Rakshasa's eyes even though he was wearing a mask.

"Smith, you are going back on your word! Aren't you afraid of our Luo family's revenge in the future?"

"Retaliation? Is it your Luo family?" Smith couldn't help but laugh as if he had heard some funny joke. "Your Luo family has long since changed. Do you still think you are the number one assassination family in China?"

As he spoke, Smith took off a black and yellow high-end ball from his belt and threw it on the ground. With a "bang", a long green snake surrounded him.

The long green snake had no scales, instead there were dark green leaves surrounding its body, and three dark green leaves grew near the end of its tail. It has yellow patterns on its body, like royal noble patterns. And its eyes are red, giving people a noble and majestic feeling.

If any of them have played "Black/White", they will be familiar with it. The Pokémon in front of them is the final evolution of the grass-type Gosan family in the Unova region - Monarch Snake.

The man named Smith stroked Lord Snake's head, looked at Rakshasa with a sneer and said, "This era is the era of Pokémon. The power of Pokémon is much more useful than your outdated assassin family."

"In that case..." Rakshasa gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you threatening my family!"

Smith shook his head, "You are really naive, the eldest young master of the Luo family. Although Pokémon are much more powerful than you, we still need a lot of local puppets. As for what to do, I can't tell you."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't hand the person over to you?" Rakshasa took out his last trump card and seemed to want to get something from Smith for his family.

But Smith didn't show any worry, and could even be said to be very calm, "It's okay, you will tell me. After all, the Luo family is still in my hands."

Rakshasa stared at the man in front of him. If eyes could kill, maybe Smith would have been cut into pieces by him. But it's a pity that now he can't even handle the two bodyguards beside him, let alone break Smith into pieces.

Smith fiddled with the leaves of the monarch snake and looked at the gold watch on his wrist. It seemed that it was time. He slowly drank the remaining sip of coffee in the cup with an expression of enjoyment.

Then he slowly said: "The coffee here is really good, you should try it too. And I also added ingredients to your cup. After drinking it, you will listen to me, but you may not be able to take care of yourself in the future." . But fortunately you still have a beautiful sister to take care of you."

As he spoke, he moved his face to Rakshasa's ear and whispered: "Of course I will take good care of your sister."

Hearing this Rakshasa suddenly became furious, the veins on his neck seemed to explode, and the killing intent in his eyes was raging without any concealment. But the bald black man behind him was as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't move.

"Shi! Mi! Si! You must die a good death!"

"OK, OK, you can say whatever you want." Smith stood up and snapped his fingers without hesitation, "But now you should always drink this cup of coffee I specially prepared for you."

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(End of this chapter)