Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

"Has An Qing arrived?"

In the office of the president of the American Alliance, the cold light of the crystal chandelier fell on the president's angular brow.

He looked down at the figures standing in a row - they were the champions and the Four Heavenly Kings of the Prison Beauty League.

In China, it is basically impossible for the Four Heavenly Kings and the Champion to be respectful to others, because they are not only the strongest trainers in China, but also the actual decision-makers.

But in the United States, or other countries in the world, this way of holding power basically does not appear. Even the strongest champion of a country has to be polite to the president.

People like Ruan Tianli, who always points at their boss and curses him every other day, will not exist, and even if they do, they will not exist for long.

"Already checked into the Alliance headquarters."

Kane, who spoke, had a face as gloomy as the clouds before a rainstorm, and his knuckles turned white from clenching his sleeves.

The disastrous defeat in the Bermuda Triangle was like a wound that would never heal. Not only did he fail to capture the legendary Manaphy, but even his trump card Tornado was taken away by Xia Nantian of the Huaxia Alliance.

What's even more embarrassing is that he, as the champion of the Prison Beauty, and the other two of the Four Heavenly Kings, Gula and Eliza, all became prisoners of the other side.

The Prison-American Alliance paid a huge price to redeem the three people, but money can redeem the body but not dignity.

After the three returned to the team, doubts arose within the alliance. If the Chinese Alliance had not "generously" returned their Pokémon, there would probably be three new faces standing in front of the president at this moment.

"She's not dead?"

Cassian was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, his plan of secretly arranging his Hidden Dragon to board An Qing's plane and letting the Hidden Dragon release naughty mines and double-bomb gas when they were about to leave China failed.

"She's alive and well, and your plan isn't that great."

Gula taunted, "Besides, we are asking for help this time. At least we should wait until the research is done before we start."

"She's not dead?"

Cassian's eyebrows raised sharply.

He originally thought that his plan of arranging for the Hidden Dragon to lurk on An Qing's private plane and release the Naughty Thunder Bomb and Double Bomb Gas after it flew out of Chinese airspace was foolproof, but he did not expect that the woman would be able to land safely.

"Still alive and kicking,"

Gula folded her arms and sneered, her nose ring shining coldly under the light. "After all, we need help now - it won't be too late to take action after she finishes her research."

"Shut up!"

Cassian looked up suddenly and scolded him rudely.

Gula's face instantly turned purple, but he didn't say anything.

Although he is superior to Cassian in terms of strength and qualifications, his voice in the alliance has been crushed by this new Four Heavenly Kings since the disastrous defeat in Bermuda.

Cassian's teacher was Connor, one of the four kings of Lao Mei, but Connor was killed by Lin Guochang.

Connor has always wanted to avenge Connor, and plans to kill Lin Guochang's wife An Qing to avenge his teacher.

As for why the target of revenge was not Lin Guochang himself...

Because he couldn't beat Lin Guochang.

If he dared to go to China to seek revenge on Lin Guochang, he would either be captured alive and redeemed by the American prisoner for a large sum of money like Kane and the other two, or he would be sent to the underworld to meet his beloved teacher.

"It would be great if a genius like An Qing was willing to immigrate to Laomei..."

The president stroked the crystal paperweight with his fingertips, and his voice suddenly softened, "It's a pity that she insisted on staying in China."

These words were both an expression of emotion and a warning to Cassian - don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have.

Cassian's throat rolled and he swallowed back the vicious words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The president then instructed: "Do a good job of reception, keep an eye on the core information, and don't let her see anything she shouldn't see."

"By the way, she brought her son with her."

Eliza suddenly interrupted, "Some time ago, the new champion of Huaxia Meng, named Lin Yi, said he was interested in the City That Never Sleeps."

"He's just a playboy who follows his mother to improve her resume."

The president sneered, then suddenly calmed down, "But he is An Qing's son after all... Let the people below keep an eye on him and make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Yes."

……

“Is this right?”

In a private room of a luxurious bar in New York City with neon lights, Lin Yi stared at a dozen blonde girls in sequined miniskirts and big wavy hair in front of him and fell into deep thought.

They were wearing ten-centimeter high heels, the silver bells on their ankles jingled with their steps, and their fingertips painted with crystal nails were stroking the wine bottles on the bar one by one.

Mary stood aside with her hands hanging down, a strand of blonde hair curled on her fingertips, and said with a smile in standard Chinese: "If Mr. Lin doesn't like it, I will change the batch for you immediately."

"I said I just wanted to find a place to have a quiet drink... What are these women doing here?"

"They're here to pour the wine."

"..."

Lin Yi glanced at the girls' overly revealing outfits with suspicion.

Pouring wine? Are you kidding me?!

You use this to test the cadres? Which cadre can't stand this test?!

Lin Yi pressed his fingertips on his waist, and suddenly remembered the three days and three nights before he set out when he was entangled and drained by Ruan Yaoyao and Mi Yu, and a muffled groan escaped from his throat.

In front of him, Mary was waiting with a group of blonde girls smiling, but he stared at the overly strong perfume smell of the other party, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely twice: "Let them go out."

"Did we not provide good hospitality?"

Mary's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she smiled even sweeter, "I'll change a batch that's more to your liking right away—"

"No need to change, you go out too."

"I?"

Mary staggered half a step, her high heels making a sharp sound on the ground.

She subconsciously moved closer, the diamond necklace on her chest almost rubbed Lin Yi's chin, and the sweet jasmine scent mixed with the smell of alcohol hit her face.

"Mr. Lin, it must be lonely drinking alone. I can chat with you about the city that never sleeps—"

"go out!"

Lin Yi's tone became more serious.

Her breasts aren't as big as Yaoyao's, and her butt isn't as curvy as Miyu's, but she's trying to seduce herself like them. Do you really think I, Lin Yi, am a creature who thinks with my lower body?

Mary bit her lip, secretly cursing this second-generation official for being difficult to serve, but her face was still smiling gently:

"I didn't think it through. If you need any service, Mr. Lin, please ring the bell at any time."

She led the girls out one after another, bowed slightly to Lin Yi, and then closed the door.

Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief and sank into the soft sofa.

The scene of being "entangled" by Ruan Yaoyao and Mi Yu before setting off suddenly flashed through his mind, and he gritted his teeth.

These two girls are simply living succubi. I haven’t seen them for more than a day, so why do I feel a dryness in my throat when I think of them?

He shook his head and grabbed the carved bottle and shook it.

The amber liquid flowed like nectar under the light. When the lid was opened, the fruity aroma mixed with the mellow wine aroma tempted him to drink it directly.

The cold wine slid down my throat, but it failed to quench the heat. Instead, it made the temperature in the room inexplicably rise.

He didn't notice that behind the facets of the crystal chandelier, a camera the size of a soybean was recording the entire scene.

"Is it ready?"

In another room, Mary raised an eyebrow as Smith, who was supposed to be at the Alliance headquarters, rushed in.

"Don't worry, the specially made 'Drunk Moon' has already been consumed."

Mary sat down next to him and traced her fingertips over the tattoo on his wrist. "It's called fruit wine on the surface, but the actual alcohol concentration is three times that of ordinary spirits, and it also has a neuroleptic added to it - you should be dizzy now."

Smith stretched out his arm, took her slender waist into his arms, and kneaded her chest with his palm: "Smart."

Mary moaned and subconsciously clamped her legs together, but he suddenly let go of her hand and turned to the computer.

When the screen lit up, the scene of Lin Yi tilting his head back to drink wine appeared clearly.

Mary lowered her head to smooth out the wrinkles on her skirt, but her fingers holding the crystal button tightened a little: "But the superiors have told us not to make any mistakes..."

"Once I get that Zeraora, the president will personally praise me for doing a great job."

Smith stared at Lin Yi drinking wine on the screen, his Adam's apple rolling.

In the Huaxia Meng finals, the scene of Zeraora using Electric Z to kill a group of players continuously is still floating on the front page of the League forum.

His position in the Prison-US Alliance is no longer as high as before. Only by offering this "generous gift" can he climb back onto the table of power.

In order to get the opportunity to receive An Qing, he almost gambled his entire fortune.

Behind An Qing is the scientific research barrier of the Huaxia Alliance, which cannot be touched, but her son is just a boy who is still wet behind the ears, what kind of waves can he cause?

"Why isn't this guy drunk yet?"

Smith was imagining the future. Suddenly, he slammed the table. On the screen, Lin Yi was shaking the third bottle of "Zuiyue", his eyes were as clear as if he had just been fished out of ice water.

Mary swallowed her saliva and said, "Maybe... he really can drink a lot? After all, he took the initiative to ask to go to the bar..."

"No matter how much you drink, you can't drink the specially made neurotoxin. Wait, we'll wait for him!"

In the next eight hours, the two watched the boy drink up an entire cabinet of fine wine, and even played games with his feet up as if nothing had happened.

Two people: "..."