Chapter 362: Team Plasma Revolt
Yang Ming's pupils suddenly shrank.
He had seen the five sisters before and knew that although they usually performed at the Yuanzhu Dance Hall, they were actually quite powerful and were all elite trainers. The sudden disappearance of these five girls was definitely not a good sign.
"Come on, let me go take a look."
Ignoring the strange looks from the people around them, the two grown men went into the women's restroom.
"According to witnesses, they haven't come out since they entered the bathroom," Komatsu explained.
Looking at the empty women's restroom cubicle in front of him, Yang Ming squatted down and carefully checked the ground.
After searching for a long time, the two found nothing.
"Don't look for it. This matter is not something we can handle," Yang Ming took a breath, "To be able to kidnap five sisters without making any noise, even a quasi-king can't do this. I think you should report this matter to the two kings."
Xiaosong nodded. The owner of Yuanzhu Dojo must feel bad that such a thing happened in his own territory.
"I will report this to the higher-ups. Thank you for your hard work this time, brother."
Yang Ming returned to the audience and found that the award ceremony of the Silver Conference had already begun. N was standing on the podium, receiving his gold medal and trophy.
"How is it? Did you find them?" Feng Lu came up to ask. She had some friendship with the five sisters and couldn't help but feel worried about them.
Yang Ming shook his head, which made Feng Lu feel sad. She knew what kind of fate the five beautiful young girls would face after being abducted.
In fact, she almost faced this kind of situation more than half a year ago. If it weren't for Yang Ming's intervention at the critical moment, she would not be able to sit here safely now.
"Okay, now let's hand the microphone over to the new champion and listen to his speech."
As the spotlights were all focused on N, the surroundings immediately became quiet.
"Everyone, I'm very happy to be the champion of this tournament. I have benefited a lot from competing with all of you." N paused, then continued, "But at this moment I have a doubt in my heart. Is it really the right thing to lock Pokémon in Poké Balls and drive them to fight?"
The conference hall was eerily quiet, the air seemed to be frozen, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
After a moment, an audience member quickly loudly retorted: "Pokémon and trainers are in a partnership, how can it be said to be driven?"
N calmly scanned the entire scene and spoke slowly, "But, we captured them with Poké Balls, restricted their freedom, and then arranged their battles according to our will. Isn't this a disguised form of control?"
"Isn't it because of our human greed and bloodthirstiness that the world is so dirty and unequal today? Pokémon battles are the embodiment of human greed and bloodthirstiness. Only when we liberate Pokémon can the world become truly happy."
In an instant, N's remarks were like a big stone thrown into a pool, causing a thousand ripples. The entire venue exploded and the audience began to criticize him.
Some trainers stood up angrily and shouted: "What do you know? We have a deep friendship with Pokémon!"
"Pokémon battles are something our ancestors left behind. It's a tradition. Our ancestors survived on this land by taming Pokémon. The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed."
"I used to like this champion, but now he seems like a lunatic."
"Damn, are you a human or a Pokémon?" someone asked.
"Although I am a human, I believe that Pokémon are more perfect and pure creatures than humans. If one of the two species must perish, I will choose to save Pokémon!" N did not get angry in the face of everyone's accusations. He just stood there quietly with a firm look in his eyes.
However, these words aroused even greater anger.
"Can you still be considered a champion? I, Yale Zhuhua Muscle Man, am going to teach you a lesson today!" A naked muscular man in the audience jumped up and pounced on N.
"I, Yi Shouwu Qiu, cannot forgive him!" Another balding middle-aged man also rushed forward. The audience began to riot. People were excited and rushed towards N.
"It seems that the audience in Johto area cannot accept N's idea at all. What should we do?" Feng Lu was worried because Yin, the runner-up, was still on the podium.
"Not to mention them, even I can't accept such remarks," Yang Ming said with an unpleasant expression, "But N's speech is obviously just the beginning. Team Plasma must have a trick up their sleeve."
Sure enough, with a loud bang, a huge explosion erupted in the sky above the venue. When the smoke and dust cleared, a blond handsome man in white appeared in the center of the venue.
"I'm sorry, your speech just now was not a request, but a declaration of war from our Plasma Team. Next, our Plasma Team will take over the Johto region and liberate the Pokémon here."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless figures walked out from the audience. They were wearing the same white robes, with pious and fanatical expressions on their faces, and they killed the audience around them.
"I'm sorry, but for the sake of the perfect world that the king hopes for, you should just die."
If Team Rocket is a group of fierce and aggressive gangsters, then Team Plasma is a group of complete lunatics.
Watching his men slaughtering the audience, N's face showed a look of pain and struggle.
"Akroma, do we have to kill to achieve our ideals?"
"Of course, great king, only if we kill enough people will they stop resisting and take the initiative to respond to our ideals," the blond man Akroma smiled, "And I want to correct you. It's not that you can't use Pokémon to fight, but that people other than our Plasma Team can't use Pokémon to fight."
"We, Team Plasma, are the chosen ones by God. We can capture Pokémon with Poké Balls and fight with Pokémon. How can we compare ourselves with those ignorant fools?"
At this moment, several powerful figures appeared in front of Akromado. They were the king-level powerhouses who were in charge of the Silver Conference.
"Are you Akroma, the deputy commander of Team Plasma?" Rika said sternly, "Sorry, you are under arrest."
With a wave of her hand, the Alliance investigators deployed in the venue rushed forward and engaged in a fierce battle with the Plasma Team.
"Hey, don't be anxious, Lihua Tianwang, your opponent is me."
A heavily armed chariot crashed into the venue, leaving a large hole, and the person who spoke was the burly man in black clothes on the chariot.
Team Rocket leader, Bixias.
"You stinky bitch, today I will pay you back for all the shame you brought upon me, with interest. Kill them, my fellows!"
With a wave of Bixias's hand, countless members of Team Rocket in black rushed out of the chariots and joined forces with the previous members of Team Plasma to massacre ordinary people.