I am Giovanni

Chapter 114: Survivors

"A psychic! Are you a psychic?"

A cry of surprise woke Giovanni, who had been focused on treating his Nidorino's injuries. He hadn't noticed someone approaching. He frowned, took his hand away, and glanced behind the newcomer, casually making a gesture. The Beedrill in the sky silently vanished from its spot.

The newcomer was a young girl about his age, looking like a doll with long legs and a slender waist. Though she seemed a bit disheveled, her temperament was clearly that of someone from a wealthy family. She stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you a survivor from the ship?" she asked. "If you're a trainer, why haven't I seen you before? How did you cultivate psychic powers? Can you teach me? I can pay you."

She spoke as if he would actually teach her. Giovanni slowly stood up, his face cold, and did not answer her— but the girl persisted. "I see your strength isn't weak. I can give you a chance. Help me find my butler. If you can find him, there will be great rewards."

"While I'm still in a good mood," Giovanni said, patting his Machoke's shoulder and sweeping a cold gaze over her, "get lost."

This girl clearly hadn't experienced the harsh realities of society. After a brief moment of disbelief, she defiantly shouted, "How dare you be rude to me?! Do you know who I am? I am Serena Star, the young lady of the Star family!"

"Idiot," Giovanni said, his voice laced with annoyance. "You managed to survive pirates, but you're still a fool."

Insulted repeatedly, Serena immediately yelled, "You! I'll kill you! Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!"

The Pikachu at her feet was just about to move when it heard a low growl from behind Giovanni. "Meow!" The Persian's agile figure leaped from a tree, quickly reaching its master's side. It casually dropped the corpses of several Pidgey and one Doduo it had hunted onto the ground, licked its blood-stained mouth, and looked at the Pikachu with a playful gaze.

After all, what mouse isn't afraid of a cat? Under the Persian's stare, the Pikachu was clearly scared, retreating several steps and hugging Serena's leg.

When Serena saw that Giovanni had actually killed several Pokémon, she immediately shouted, "You actually killed them! And you're planning to eat them! You're violating the rules of the Alliance!"

"How noisy," Giovanni said, impatiently digging at his ear. "Kill her, Persian."

The Persian let out a cry, attracting the attention of the girl and her Pikachu. Its eyes glowed blue as it used Hypnosis. In an instant, it hypnotized the two of them, and they fell to the ground with a thud.

"Swift," Giovanni waved his hand casually. The Persian was equally unreserved, its tail whipping as it sent out sharp, golden five-pointed stars. In just an instant, they were about to pierce the girl and her Pikachu like a beehive.

Just then, a brown figure suddenly rushed out from behind a tree. "Farfetch'd, use Fury Cutter!" a voice rang out.

A sturdy Farfetch'd stood in front of the girl and her Pikachu, continuously swinging its hard leek and shattering the golden stars into pieces. It even made a graceful sheathing motion with its leek.

"Who?" Giovanni called out, feigning surprise.

A young man emerged from behind the trees. Judging by his attire, he was one of the Sea Overlords. He glanced at the Persian and the Machoke by Giovanni's side, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. Then, with a false smile, he spoke. "Brother, it seems we might be of the same kind."

"You're one of the Sea Overlords, aren't you?" Giovanni said, his eyes narrowing.

"That's right," the man replied. "My name is Morgan. I'm one of their deputy leaders. I find you quite agreeable, brother. Are you interested in joining us? You'd definitely be assigned as a deputy leader then too." To intimidate him, he specifically added, "Our leader is a Gym Leader-level expert, and he might even become a quasi-Elite Four level powerhouse in the future. If you join now, you'll be one of his trusted confidants."

Giovanni sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

Morgan, thinking he was interested, stroked his chin, pointed at the unconscious Serena, and spoke greedily. "Although once you join, we'll be brothers... I spotted this girl first. Look how beautiful she is. It would be a pity to just kill her." He licked his chapped lips. "Why don't we have some fun first? I heard her family background is good too. How about we cooperate and extort them?"

"Trash." Giovanni said, his eyes cold.

"What did you say?" Morgan asked, seeming not to have heard clearly.

"I said you're trash," Giovanni continued. "A low-class piece of goods. Do you understand?"

Morgan's face instantly flushed red. "You damn brat!" he roared furiously. "I gave you some face, and you actually think you're someone important! I'll kill you with my own hands!" He grabbed the Poké Ball at his waist, about to release his other Pokémon.

But before his hand could move, he heard a whooshing sound from behind him. He felt a sudden chill on his neck, followed by a tingling, stinging sensation.

He looked down at a bloody poison barb that had completely pierced his neck, then looked at Giovanni in disbelief, opening his mouth as if to say something— but as his mouth opened, a large amount of blood gushed out.

His body was casually lifted by the Beedrill, then thrown to the ground like trash.

Several Poké Balls fell from his belt and opened, releasing a Tentacruel, a Kingler, and a few other Water-types.

"Leave two," Giovanni instructed his Beedrill as he walked towards Serena. "Kill the rest. Especially that Farfetch'd. I want to taste it for myself if it's as good as they say."

Upon hearing this, and seeing Beedrill's red insectoid eyes fixed on it, the Farfetch'd suddenly felt that its sturdy flesh might not be such a good thing. Beedrill flew, darting among the Pokémon, quickly killing all but two of them. Under the pressure of its twin stingers, the remaining two obediently returned to their Poké Balls.

Giovanni slowly approached Serena. He looked at the unconscious girl with no pity or hesitation in his eyes. He simply lifted his shoe slightly, then brought it down heavily.

Crunch.