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Chris didn't go very deep into the forest either. He probably just ventured slightly past the periphery, and the way back was relatively calm.
As soon as he arrived in Mountain City, Chris immediately called a taxi using the app on his mobile phone and headed to the Pokémon Alliance. Eh! He still had some change left after the ride.
No matter which city the Pokémon Alliance is located in, it must always be in the most prosperous region. There's no exception, and all kinds of building facilities are well-complete.
When Chris got out of the car, he went straight to a shop that sold Pokémon meat.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man had a relatively high-end backpack, which was excellent for preserving the corpse.
Otherwise, having spent half a month in the forest of clouds and mist, the Pokémon corpses would have long rotted.
"Boss, let's see how much these two Pokémon are worth."
Chris entered the shop, took out the two Pokémon corpses from his backpack, and addressed a slightly fat man with a mustache standing behind the counter.
The butcher shop owner looked at the corpses of the two Pokémon and then glanced at Chris with some surprise. Based on his experience, he could tell at a glance that these were two professional-level Pokémon. He didn't expect Chris to have such ability.
In shops like this, prices are based on market value, leaving no room for negotiation. After carefully inspecting the two corpses, the shop owner confirmed that they were in good condition.
"Accepted, the total for the two is 100,000 Pokédollars. Please provide your card number."
This price had actually exceeded Chris's expectations. After all, dead Pokémon don't typically fetch a high price. It was likely because the shop owner noted that the two Pokémon had been professional-level before their deaths and rounded up the price to an even amount.
After receiving the payment, Chris left the Pokémon store and headed toward the nearby Pokémon Center. Although Poké Balls have basic healing systems, Trainers returning from the wild often go to the Pokémon Center for comprehensive treatment and examinations for their Pokémon.
"Hello, please check and heal my Pokémon," Chris said as he handed over three Poké Balls, including Teddiursa's, to the Pokémon Center staff. He then found a chair in the lobby to sit and wait.
On the way back, Chris occasionally let Teddiursa out to feed it. Though not very intimate, Teddiursa didn't resist much. However, since Chris planned to sell Teddiursa, he deliberately avoided forming a close bond with it.
About an hour later, a Pokémon Center staff member approached Chris with the three Poké Balls, politely saying, "Hello, sir. Your Psyduck and Teddiursa are in excellent health. However, your Ariados had a few minor wounds, which we have treated. All three Pokémon are now in top condition."
Chris nodded his thanks. The Pokémon Center lived up to its reputation as a global medical institution—efficient and professional. It was nothing like some hospitals he had encountered in his previous life.
As Chris glanced at the 10,000 Pokédollars deduction message on his phone, he sighed slightly. There's a reason for the saying, "You get what you pay for." Although the Pokémon Center offers many discounts for Trainers, it isn't a charity. Many services come with a price tag.
Leaving the Pokémon Center, Chris found a nearby hotel, registered, checked in, and got his room key. Once in his room, he took a shower, ordered some hotel food, and, while eating, turned on his computer. Logging into the local forum in Mountain City, he searched for a while and took note of a specific location.
After eating and resting, Chris left the hotel. Just as he exited, a taxi pulled up. Chris waved it down.
"Driver, take me to Fox Park."
The driver glanced at Chris, pressed the accelerator, and the car started moving. For a taxi driver, there are few places in the city that they don't know. Hearing the name, the driver had a pretty good idea of why Chris was heading there.
Fox Park is located on the eastern side of the City, which is considered the least developed area in the city. It lacks a shopping district, resulting in minimal traffic.
The black market in Mountain City was established in this area.
In truth, the existence of black markets in cities is no great secret to the locals. Anyone interested can discover their whereabouts. As long as they don't create major disturbances, the Pokémon Alliance generally turns a blind eye. In some cities, the black market even operates with ties to the Alliance.
Moreover, black markets contribute significantly to urban development. Most black market patrons are Trainers, who cannot be treated as ordinary citizens. Each black market is backed by strong forces; otherwise, it would be impossible to enforce trading rules or maintain order, making it unsustainable.
After about an hour's drive, Chris finally arrived at Fox Park. He got out of the car, passed through a dense forest, and reached a large but dilapidated manor. The location was relatively secluded.
Although black markets are an open secret, they avoid being overly conspicuous, so basic concealment measures are still in place.
Two guards stood at the manor's gate, accompanied by their Pokémon.
Species: Houndoom
Type: Dark, Fire
Gender: Male
Level: 34
Rating: ★★
Item: None
Ability: Flash Fire – Absorbs Fire-type moves, making its own Fire-type moves stronger.
Moves: Howl, Smog, Ember, Odor Sleuth, Fire Fang
Egg Moves: None
Species: Magneton
Type: Electric, Steel
Gender: None
Level: 36
Rating: ★★★
Item: None
Ability: Sturdy – Resists being knocked out in one hit.
Moves: Tackle, Electro Ball, Screech, Electromagnetic Levitation, Flash Cannon
Egg Moves: None
Chris clicked his tongue silently. As expected of a black market, even the gatekeepers were professional-level Trainers. The people behind this operation clearly wield significant influence. Ordinary individuals wouldn't dare cause trouble here.
Taking out the Psyduck mask he had prepared beforehand, Chris put it on and approached the manor. After all, it wouldn't be a black market without masks. The guards only gave him a cursory glance and didn't pay him much attention.
As long as you followed the rules, this place was a haven of bargains and secrets. The black market thrived on discretion and rarely refused anyone who abided by its code.