Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 99 The Fierce Emperor, Zhang Zengsong

In Wan Xingkong's room, two men were alone together.

"Damn it! Where did I give myself away? This shouldn't be! How could you have noticed my enthusiasm?" Wan Xingkong covered his face, a little frantic.

"ˉ\\_(ツ)_/ˉ Otherwise, how would you know that the 'Qi' in my name is this 'Qi'? Besides, it's not like I'm losing out by tricking you, and I'd feel bad if I didn't."

"After all, apart from my name, voice, and the initial moment of hesitation, there was nothing else that gave me away." Qi Hao spread his hands. He was just testing it out, but guess what? He tricked a Kamen Rider out of there!

"Alright, alright, I'm really impressed with you. It's been more than half a year and you still remember what my voice sounds like. You'd better pay attention to your voice and habits next time." Wan Xingkong, or you could call him Lie Huang, said helplessly, crossing his arms.

"That's perfect! I also have a question for you. Why did you go against Team Flashsteel?" Qi Hao quickly asked, seizing the opportunity to be alone with her.

"This?" Wan Xingkong sat down. "Because of my father, the original owner of this dojo. He passed away because of Zhang Zengsong. Of course, this is what I found out myself."

"Holy crap! Zhang Zengsong is your father's killer?" Qi Hao said in surprise, and then Wan Xingkong quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, it wasn't Zhang Zengsong who did it. He was only ten years old at the time, how could he possibly beat my father?"

"Who could it be?" Qi Hao was determined to get to the bottom of it; he really wanted to know.

"I don't know either. My father died during the mission to destroy the illegal laboratory and rescue the hostages. All I know is that he was killed by a Steel-type Pokémon."

"The hostages you rescued? It's not the one I'm thinking of, is it?" Qi Hao had a look on his face as if he had already guessed.

"Yes, Zhang Zengsong was rescued, but my father lost his life in the process. That's the main reason I'm dealing with Zhang Zengsong. I don't want to see the guy my father risked his life to save do something like this."

"Of course, there's also the matter of finding my father's belongings. There should be something else very important, but I don't know what it is. I've been looking for it at Zhang Zengsong's place for a long time but haven't found it."

"Your father must have been quite a great man, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't care so much about Zhang Zengsong, whom he rescued." Qi Hao wanted to learn more; the deeds of heroes were just so captivating.

At this point, Wan Xingkong smiled proudly: "Of course, I inherited my belt from my father. He was a household name and a hero back then."

"Oh! Tell me about it, let me have my say." Qi Hao was eager to try; what man doesn't love a hero!

"He transforms into a solitary red figure at night, wandering the streets in the dead of night! Fighting crime! Punishing evil and promoting good! He is a great hero of the city! A good neighbor of the people! Most notably, he has a small mustache on his mask, symbolizing a gentleman!"

"Wow! What's his name?! What's his name?! Could he be some kind of 400-year-old auntie?!" Qi Hao exclaimed excitedly. "So cool!!"

"No! It's Speaker Hero!" Wan Xingkong's face broke into a smile, his expression filled with immense pride!

"(? _? ? ?)? What? What is this? A speaker-equipped robot? Huh?" Qi Hao was completely bewildered.

He vaguely remembered a wise man saying: "Speaker-wielding hero? You're a speaker-wielding hero, do you look like a hero?"

Wan Xingkong immediately got angry. "(???) Hey! Don't underestimate him! Judging by appearances is wrong! He can even defeat a Heavenly King level expert!"

“( ′???`) Let me guess, the Song of Destruction is about mutual destruction?” Qi Hao tried to guess.

"Damn it! It's not a mutual destruction! If you're at the pinnacle of skill, you won't die together!" Wan Xingkong panicked, really panicked!

Qi Hao sensed the need to change the subject, then realized something was wrong. "Wait! Something's wrong! Your dad died while saving Zhang Zengsong, so what happened to your sister...?"

Then Qi Hao got a flick on the forehead from Wan Xingkong: "What are you thinking about! My dear sister!"

"How could that be..." Qi Hao suddenly turned his head.

"Guess how old Zhang Zengsong is?" Wan Xingkong passed the question to Qi Hao.

"(???) 2...20? You're telling me that crazy thing is only twenty??" Qi Hao was very surprised.

“Yes, she’s only twenty and she’s already half-crazy.” Wan Xingkong sighed, after all, he had actually talked to Zhang Zengsong once or twice. “It’s a pity for my sister, she’s never even met her father once.”

Speak of the devil, and he appears! Wan Xingqing shouted from outside the door, "Brother! I'm hungry! Let's eat!"

This was the first time Qi Hao had ever heard Wan Xingqing shout.

"They're here!" Wan Xingkong stood up and walked out as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, reminding Qi Hao, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

"Oh, I don't think I've ever told you about my appetite," Qi Hao said suddenly, a little embarrassed.

"So what? If it's not enough, I'll share it with you. How much can you eat?" Wan Xingkong didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.

“(\u0027?\u0027) You said it, don’t go back on your word.”

That day, Wan Xingkong almost didn't eat. He thought Qi Hao's appetite was normal, but it turned out to be terrifying! Wan Xingkong had no choice but to cook another pot of rice.

Ain at the door: ??^?? I'm so hungry! I want to eat too! Maybe I'll just gnaw on a Scyther!

Somewhere underground, Zhang Zengsong was constantly adjusting the instruments in front of him. He had a premonition that he was about to wake up, very soon.

Xia Jie walked over from the side, holding a stack of documents in his hand. "Captain, here's the trail you requested."

Zhang Zengsong took it and glanced at it. It contained everything about the other party's current state, location, and predicted next move.

"Good job, well done." Zhang Zengsong put away the documents and handed him a check. "This is extra compensation for the work you've done for me from the very beginning until now."

Xia Jie took it, looking puzzled. "Captain, are you telling me to leave?"

"I suppose so. Right now, you're the only one under my command. I have to follow orders from above, so I probably won't need any more subordinates. But if you still want to follow me, that's fine too. It's just that there won't be much for you to do after that."

“Then you can simply return this check to me when I’m ready to leave.” Xia Jie handed the check back.

Zhang Zengsong did not refuse and took back the check. After all, Xia Jie's loyalty was beyond question, and he had taken the initiative to accept punishment for the management issues last time. He was a true man.

Base 4: Very moist!

Just kidding. Although Xia Jie had some management problems, it wasn't that extreme. After all, he was just a lousy fighter; he didn't know anything about scientific research. He voluntarily went to prison and served six months.

“Tell me why,” Zhang Zengsong asked Xia Jie, his hands still busy with his work.

“People are just trying to make a living. After all, I have elderly parents and young children to support. Even when I was injured and on leave, or even while I was in prison, you helped support my family. Now, I feel really bad about having to work under someone other than you.” Zhang Zengsong was a truly good boss to Xia Jie.

“Life? That’s a good reason. Step down.” After Zhang Zengsong finished speaking, Xia Jie walked towards the door of the basement.

Suddenly, Xia Jie seemed to remember something: "By the way, Captain, there are a lot of high-energy creatures flying in our direction from the detector. What do you think we should do?"

"It doesn't matter. It's probably just a coincidence. I haven't left here for half a year. What could possibly be watching me?" After Zhang Zengsong finished speaking, Xia Jie went back to stand guard at the door.

Zhang Zengsong then muttered, "It's been half a year. I wonder if Xingkong has regressed without sparring partners."