Pokémon Devil King

Jiuji's eyes swept quickly between the stalls. Her target was the rare Pokémon that had been poached. Those at the entrance were just appetizers, and she should not alert the enemy.

Her steps were light and quick, as if her feet were not touching the ground, and she turned a blind eye to these shady transaction scenes.

However, deep in her cold eyes, there was a barely perceptible anger.

"Look at this, fresh out of the oven!" A rough voice suddenly broke Jiuji's contemplation. She turned around and saw a muscular stall owner holding an item emitting a strange glow in his hand, enthusiastically selling it to her.

Jiuji shook his head slightly, without stopping, and replied in a cold tone: "No need."

The stall owner refused to give up easily. He took a few steps and lowered his voice, as if he was sharing a big secret: "This is the latest technology. It will make you invincible in battle."

Jiuji stopped, turned around and stared coldly at the stall owner, with a mocking smile on his face: "I'm not interested in cheating."

If the other party continued to pester her, she wouldn't mind letting Gengar come out and teach him a lesson.

The stall owner seemed a little stunned by Jiuji's powerful aura. He stood there for a moment, then slowly retreated to his stall with a bit of embarrassment. He muttered, "If you don't want it, then don't want it. How can you be a serious trainer who can come here?"

Jiuji continued walking forward and finally arrived at the largest and most central stall in the market.

The stall owner here is a middle-aged man with a weathered face. His eyes are as calm as water, forming a sharp contrast with the greedy and cunning eyes around him.

However, the densely packed iron cages on the stall and the wailing Pokémon in the cages all silently tell of the strength and means of this middle-aged man.

"It's top quality stuff." Jiuji lowered his voice.

The middle-aged man raised his head, a gleam in his eyes: “The top-quality goods are not here today.”

Jiuji frowned slightly. She took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man. Her movements were neat and tidy: "This is the invitation letter you sent. My time is precious and I am not interested in playing guessing games with you."

The middle-aged man took the note, his eyes stayed on Jiuji's face for a moment, and then he slowly said: "Young man, in this business, you still need some patience and composure."

He stood up, turned and walked towards an inconspicuous secret door behind the stall. A younger brother next to him immediately took over his position and continued to look after the stall.

Jiuji followed closely behind, passed through the secret door, and entered a dim passage.

Both sides of the passage were filled with various empty iron cages, emitting a disgusting smell of mold and rust, these traces silently revealed the evil transactions here.

They walked along the passage for a distance, and the middle-aged man stopped in front of a heavy iron door. He entered the password skillfully, and with a "click", the iron door slowly opened inwards.

The sight before her made her heart tighten.

A huge basement appeared in front of her, where various rare Pokémon that had been poached were imprisoned. They lay in the cages with lifeless eyes, indifferent to all the changes in the outside world, which made people feel heartbroken.

"Today's goods are all here." The middle-aged man said calmly, as if he was talking about the most ordinary thing.

Jiuji suppressed his anger, his tone revealing obvious displeasure: "That's all? Didn't they say there was a violent salamander? Where is it?"

The Stormtrooper is exactly what Ghost has stolen, and it is also the most valuable Pokémon among the stolen goods.

According to the usual habits of poachers, the most expensive trophies will naturally be kept by themselves and guarded personally.

Since it is the most agile prey, it will naturally be captured first. Jiuji will never allow any cunning prey to slip through his fingers.

"Oh, the violent salamander," the middle-aged man said in a long voice, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "that's the Ghost's stuff. It's not that easy to see it. Without sufficient sincerity, I can't just take people there. After all, who knows if you were sent by the Alliance to cause trouble, what do you think?"

"The pirate group is indeed worthy of its reputation. As always, they don't follow the rules." Jiuji responded coldly, "Name a price."

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth rose slightly. Obviously, he felt happy at the feeling of manipulating the fate of others.

"As for the price..." The middle-aged man paused deliberately, as if he was thinking deeply, but in fact he was enjoying the feeling of controlling the rhythm of the conversation. "Pokémon of the level of the Violent Salamander are not easy to come by. How about this, three high-level evolution stones should be nothing to you."

Jiuji was so angry that he laughed: "The market price of a high-level evolution stone is about one million, and sometimes it is hard to find. You are so good, you dare to ask for three high-level evolution stones just by being introduced. You are asking for too much, and you are not afraid of breaking your teeth."

Of course, this was just on the surface. Jiuji was still very satisfied in her heart. She chose to use the Evolution Stone as a ticket precisely to facilitate this situation, so as to avoid being asked for something else and thus creating a flaw.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man did not get angry, but laughed even more happily.

"I'm not asking for too much. There are many people who want the violent salamander, but we are the only one who can contact the 'Ghost'." His tone revealed arrogance and confidence.

"Think about it, it's rare to see a newt in many years. This time we can catch one. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know how many more years we will have to wait."

Jiuji interrupted him unhappily: "Two pieces. I don't have that much on me. Besides, I have to meet the violent salamander today, otherwise the deal will be off."

The middle-aged man frowned, obviously unhappy with Jiuji's counteroffer and conditions.

"Okay, two dollars is two dollars. But you have to pay the deposit first before I can take you to see the violent salamander."

Jiuji impatiently took out a piece of lightning stone that was emitting dazzling light from his pocket and threw it to the middle-aged man: "You have already received the deposit, now you can take me to see the violent salamander."

The middle-aged man swiftly took the Evolution Stone that flew over and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Come with me." He said, turning around and retracing his steps.

Jiuji followed closely behind, passing through the winding passage, turning countless corners, and finally arrived at a more hidden tent.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, opened the entrance of the tent, and made a gesture for someone to come in.

The lights in the tent were dim. A figure was sitting at a simple table. Behind him was a huge iron cage. The weak salamander in the cage was staring at the figure in the tent with hostile eyes.

The figure raised his head, and his sharp eyes swept over Jiuji, then turned to the middle-aged man, with a questioning look in his eyes: Didn't you say that tomorrow's transaction is the highlight? Why did you bring someone here today?