manynovel Chapter 633 The Godfather Natsume
Chapter 633 The Godfather Natsume
Chapter 633 The Godfather Natsume
"Hmm...maybe it's just a hobby."
Natsume silently touched his nose, his gaze falling on Darko in the very center.
The whole scene looked exactly like a Pokémon version of a high-level gang meeting.
Under the spotlight, Dakdo watched this surreal scene unfold before him, and the fear on his face gradually gave way to utter bewilderment and a sense of absurdity.
Kidnapping him, torturing him terribly, making him believe he'd fallen into the hands of a terrorist organization... it turned out to be... four Pokémon?!
And one of them is a Pikachu that's as fat as a ball?!
However, this confusion was quickly replaced by a deeper fear.
Because he knew perfectly well that Pokémon were not bound by laws and morals like humans; they acted more directly and were more unpredictable.
Especially these guys in front of me, they're clearly not easy to deal with.
Natsume and Ran were surrounded by a thin barrier of telekinesis, and hidden in the shadows.
It appears that no one at the scene noticed them.
Finally, the man with the middle parting stopped tossing the red and white balls, looked at Darko, and said directly, "Pikachu!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a meowing voice came from a brand-new smartphone in front of the person with the middle parting: "Hurry up, meow, if you don't agree, I'll deal with you, meow."
"I...am that guy!?"
Just as Dakdo was about to answer, when Ziguang looked at the man with the middle parting, he seemed to see something incredible behind him. His voice changed instantly, and his eyes widened.
Natsume and Rin looked over and discovered that many Dark-type Pokémon were standing in the shadows behind the man with the middle parting.
These Dark-type Pokémon moved in unison, as if they were worshipping something.
Looking up, in the dim light, Natsume saw his own black and white photograph.
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"Mr. Champion of the Unova region, please explain?"
Zhu Lan pointed to the black and white photo with the words "Godfather" printed on it, and looked at Natsume with a forced smile.
"Hmm...it's probably just a hobby."
Natsume looked up at the sky.
He now seemed to understand what Bangilas's "special training" meant.
He also knew why the man with the middle parting had rejected all of Little Huba's invitations; Dimension was interested in this so-called special training.
So he's made it in society here.
"Pikachu".
The man with the middle parting ignored Darkrai and continued, "You have three minutes left, meow. Are you willing to lead us to find that Darkrai, meow!"
The voice of a meow translator came from the phone, and Dakdo's pupils contracted.
How could this Pikachu know that there was a Darkrai that was different from the others nearby!
Inside the cellar, the air seemed to freeze.
Under the spotlight, Dakdo's face shifted between pale and ashen.
The mechanical threat from the man with the middle parting, transmitted through the MeowMeow Translator, pierced his last psychological defenses like a cold awl.
The other party not only knew of Darkrai's existence, but even explicitly stated that they wanted to "find" it.
"How...how did you know..."
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Dakdo's voice was dry and hoarse, trembling with disbelief.
He believed his actions were secretive, and even Cynthia only suspected that he was investigating Nightmare. How did these Pokémon know his true target, Darkrai, which was causing the disturbance and suspected of having divine authority?
The man with the middle parting didn't answer, but just "looked" at him with his face behind sunglasses, his claws rhythmically tapping the armrest.
That silent oppressive feeling is more suffocating than any roar.
Beside it, the flames around Zapdos subsided and rose slightly, emitting a scorching heat wave;
Bangilas made a low, threatening gurgling sound in his throat;
Even the hovering Hoopa stopped fiddling with the tablet, its halo flickering slightly, carrying a sense of scrutiny.
Natsume and Ran exchanged a glance in the shadows, both seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
Their target, the one with the middle parting, was also the priest Darkrai.
Are they staying here and setting up this trap just to force Dakdo, this "professional," to lead the way?
This is no ordinary Pokémon prank; there must be a deeper reason behind it.
"Pikachu! (Hurry up and decide!)"
The man with the middle parting spoke again, his voice cold and ruthless, coming from the translator.
"Pika, Pikachu! (Our patience is running out!)"
As it spoke, the Dark-type Pokémon surrounding the round table—including Poliwag, Murkrow, and Zoroark—all took a step forward, growling and their eyes gleaming, forming an invisible encirclement.
They were well-trained and moved in unison, clearly obeying the commands of the one in the middle.
Darko felt his back was soaked with cold sweat. The process of being "invited" by these Pokémon was anything but friendly. Those seemingly insignificant Dark-type Pokémon worked together to be extremely troublesome, using all sorts of underhanded tricks, which made him suffer a lot.
He had no doubt that if he refused, these guys would definitely resort to more "direct" methods.
Pokémon do not have the concept of law like humans do.
"I, I..."
Dakdo's lips trembled as his inner pride clashed fiercely with the fear of reality.
He longed to obtain the Darkrai to enhance his power and avenge himself against Cynthia, but certainly not under duress or as a prisoner.
"Pikachu! (Three minutes are up!)"
The man with the middle parting suddenly raised his voice, tinged with impatience.
Its claws stopped striking the armrest, and instead it slowly raised the high-grade ball containing Darkrai that it had been playing with, as if to smash it.
Beside him, the gold ring in Hupa's hand suddenly enlarged, standing in front of the middle-parted man like a basketball hoop.
This action became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
He saw it for himself: everything that was thrown into the golden ring vanished mysteriously!
"etc!"
"Dakdo practically roared, veins bulging on his forehead, 'I'll take you...I...I...'"
He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with humiliation and fear, but even more so with a sense of collapse from being driven to the brink.
Dakdo couldn't bring himself to say the second half of the sentence, "I'll take you there."
Suddenly, he abruptly raised his head, his gaze sweeping past the middle-parted hair, fixing on the eerie poster in the shadows—a poster featuring Natsume's picture and the word "Godfather." As if grasping at a last straw, he shouted with all his might, "I know him! I know that guy hanging on the wall!"
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Even the two girls, Takeran and Natsume, who were in the shadows, exchanged a glance and their lips twitched.
"Pikachu?" The man with the middle parting frowned. "Cannes?" Moltres stopped his momentum. "Hoopa?" Hoopa looked left and right, feeling a sense of foreboding.
"Huh?" Bangiras patted his chest, indicating that he would take responsibility if anything happened.
On the round table, the Pokémon exchanged glances, and their expressions visibly softened.
Behind him, countless Dark-type Pokémon turned their heads in unison, their pupils glowing green, staring intently at Darkor.