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

In an underground ruin in Rockview City, an elderly man in his seventies, wearing a safety helmet, is concentrating on examining every detail of the ruins.

"It looks like everything is normal today..."

While muttering to himself, old man Yansong turned his head to stare at the huge stone ball in the center of the ruins, which was tightly protected by special devices. His originally kind face now became extremely serious and alert.

Because this seemingly ordinary stone ball is no ordinary thing, but the product of the sleeping state of Regichikas, the Holy Pillar King who is said to have the power to move an entire continental plate.

Last time, Regichikas suddenly went crazy and out of control. Fortunately, Ruan Tianli came to the rescue and subdued him and put him into eternal sleep again.

Afterwards, the Alliance hastily hid this powerful and dangerous being here and handed it over to Iwamatsu, the gym leader of Iwagaze City, to guard it.

Since then, Regichikas has been in a relatively stable state of sleep.

However, for some reason, the radio waves emitted by Regichikas monitored by the alliance have recently shown signs of gradually awakening.

After learning about this, Yansong was extremely anxious, so he began to travel back and forth here frequently, almost several times a day, for fear that Regichikas would suddenly wake up and bring a catastrophe to Yanjing City.

Although no abnormal situation has occurred so far, Yansong dare not relax at all and always remains highly vigilant.

He even considered asking the league to move Regichikas to a less populated area, or at least farther away from densely populated cities.

After all, once such a terrifying existence goes crazy, this city will not be able to muster enough combat power to protect itself.

Although this idea may be a bit selfish, from my personal point of view, I really hope you can sleep for a few more days!

Old man Yansong sighed softly. The traces of time had already appeared on his cheeks and forehead. Now he is no longer young and energetic, and he never expects to achieve anything great. He just wants to survive until retirement in peace.

"Well...it's time to leave here. After all, there are trainers coming to challenge the gym today."

Old man Yansong rubbed his sore and swollen waist, beat his back, and kept uttering bursts of wailing. Then he walked slowly towards the exit with a staggering gait.

However, not long after Old Man Yansong left, a dark shadow quietly emerged from a corner of the ruins.

He looked around vigilantly, as if preparing to take action, but suddenly he seemed to notice some unusual sound and instantly disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

Almost at the same time, old man Yansong came back and reappeared in the ruins.

His originally cloudy eyes were now flashing with a strange light, revealing an indescribable expression.

He looked around, sometimes shook his head and sighed, and sometimes muttered to himself:

"Ah, I have to admit that I am old! I am getting more and more useless. I can even mistake the sound of wind in the cave for human footsteps... Alas--"

"..."

The people hiding in the dark were secretly delighted, thinking that Yansong would definitely turn around and leave.

However, at this moment, the old man's tone suddenly changed, and the originally kind and melodious voice actually added a bit of fierceness.

"You haven't come out yet... This is really..."

Old man Yansong slowly lowered his head, and his tone of voice became increasingly heavy.

"...How dare you look down on me like this!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by a dull sound, the person observing in the dark was surprised to see that Yansong actually threw out a Poké Ball casually.

Then, a sharp-eyed, menacing creature with a scythe helmet emerged from the ball.

I saw it holding an extremely sharp sickle, and it was coming straight towards me like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"whispering sound--"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man hurriedly threw the Poké Ball in his hand and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The turbaned thug who had just been released didn't even have time to launch an attack before he was sucked in by the scythe-wielding man in the scythe helmet swinging his scythe with water energy.

For a moment, the Scythe Helmet was like a fish in water, completely immersed in the powerful attack force brought by the burst of water flow, making it impossible for the opponent to resist.

"Handkerchief, use...what!"

After successfully creating some distance between himself and the enemy, the man looked forward with lingering fear, but his expression changed drastically the next moment.

It turned out that the turbaned thug he had just released had only endured two attacks from the sickle helmet before he was no longer able to fight.

Normally speaking, the levels of the Pokémon on both sides are almost the same, so it is reasonable for them to be evenly matched.

However, the strength of Pokémon of the same level is not the same. Just looking at the appearance, you can tell that Scythehelm in shining armor is obviously better trained than the turbaned gangster in front of you.

What's more, there is a huge experience gap between the two, which is why the battle has turned into such an overwhelming situation.

The man clenched his teeth and was about to take out the other Poké Balls when he suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking wind next to his ear.

He just turned his head and saw Yansong, who had difficulty moving his body just now due to difficulty in walking, rushing towards him at an astonishing speed, swinging the safety helmet on his head in a big circle.

"boom--"

The crisp and loud impact sound echoed all around, which sounded really comfortable.

Does it sound good? What sounds good is a good start.

Old man Yansong was riding on the man's back, holding a safety helmet high in his hand, and smashing it towards the man's face with all his strength. "Bang bang bang" sounds rang out one after another, and each one hit the other person hard.

Until the end, the man with the sickle helmet couldn't bear it anymore. He was afraid that Yansong would beat the other person to death on the spot, so as not to lose the clue, so he hurried forward to stop him.

Yansong then climbed up from the man, panting, and took away all his Poké Balls.

"It's so useless. I couldn't hold on after just two moves. If it were me when I was younger..."

Yansong lamented the passing of time as usual, then picked up the communicator and sent out a distress signal. After calling for support, Yansong rubbed his aching waist, stretched out his hand and ripped off the man's mask, revealing a face with typical Western features and bruises and swelling.

"He's actually a foreigner? But he speaks Chinese so fluently."

Yansong muttered a few words in a low voice, and just as he stood up straight, he suddenly heard a strange sound. He was puzzled and looked down.

“!“

Under the old man's astonished gaze, the unknown foreigner had a bomb tied to his arms, which was flashing a dangerous red light.