The three brothers were well-known figures o Street, infamous for their merciless demeanor.

  While many regarded them with fear, a signifit number cast gloating g Julian.

  "Master Walker, all we're seeking is a qualification potion. Hand it over, and we'll leave without a fuss," decred the eldest brother of the three, already gripping a Poké Ball in his hand, with his two panions following suit.

  It was clear that if Julian refused, they were prepared to be frontational.

  "Frank, don't get yourself in trouble," Murphy warned, standing beside Julian, while Flygon, who had just achieved a promotion, hovered nearby, fixating ohree brothers with intense eyes.

  "Murphy, you've just barely reached pseudo-Elite status, and with that injured Pokémon, you think you're a match for us?" retorted frank, dismissing Murphy with a cold ugh as he unleashed his Pokémon.

  "Golem!"

  "Ursaring!"

  "Pinsir!"

  Upon seeing their elder brother's Pokémon emerge, the other two brothers released their Pokémon as well.

  The atmosphere palpably shifted, growing tense as spectators instinctively backed away, aware that a csh between pseudo-Elites could level West Street.

  The three Pokémo Julian, Murphy, and Flygon with menag hunger, particurly Ursaring, whose eyes seemed to reflect a desire to devour its prey.

  These were monsters known for their lethal capabilities, having likely taken lives before.

  "Aren't you going to leave?"

  Juliaioned, notig that Murphy had not yet departed.

  "There's no need for that, Young Master Walker. Don't you think they 't be dealt with?" Murphy replied calmly, regarding the trio as though they were foolish.

  Julian couldn't help but smirk—he was surprised by Murphy's hoy, as most others would have pretended not to know how to hahe situation just to seek his approval.

  "Akazam, I'm ting on you," he instructed.

  At his and, a fsh of white light erupted, revealing a yellow, bipedal humanoid Pokémoating before them.

  Pokémon: Akazam (Psychic)

  Level: 80

  Qualification:

  Ability: Inner Focus

  Item: Twisted Spoender: Female

  Moves: fusion, Teleport, Psybeam, Reflect, Recover, Psyshock, Psycho Cut, Future Sight, Calm Mind, Role Py, Kinesis, Disable

  TM Moves: Light S, Protect, Hyper Beam, Magi, Wonder Room, Ally Switch, Power S, Guard S, Speed S, Stored Power, Dazzling Gleam, Shadow Ball

  Geic Moves: Guard Split, Thunder Punch, fusion, Psycho Shift

  Akazam stood at the pinnacle of Elite power, edging ever closer to being a pseudo-champion Pokémon.

  As Julian's bodyguard, Akazam was a critical asset, allowing him to navigate perilous situations with fidence.

  With an IQ of 5000, Akazam rivaled human intelligence, often serving as a parto top researchers ie institutions.

  Its acute awareness would determine whether Julian could hahe threat himself.

  If it sensed real dao Julian's life, Akazam would intervene.

  Currently, although the three pseudo-Elite Pokémon could pose a challenge, Julian reized they wouldn't jeopardize his life.

  The reason for summoning Akazam was simply because; a battle here could endanger i lives.

  The three brothers were reckless and indifferent to the safety of bystanders, while Julian prided himself on being a responsible citizen.

  "I don't know how you three mao bee pseudo-Elites. Don't you realize that family members like me are usually protected by Pokémon?"

  Julian remarked, gng at them like they were fools.

  At this moment, Akazam's fusion had taken hold of the three and their Pokémon, preventing them from even blinking, while their eyes betrayed their fear.

  In a remote area, their fate would have already been sealed.

  Suddenly, arm bells rang out, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

  Drakoria had two sectors dedicated to catg, interrogating, and imprisoning criminals:

  the Prosecutor's Office for non-trainers,

  and the Search Bureau targeting Trainers.

  This was a response from the Search Bureau, arriving at the se to protect the son of the gym leader, Jake, who had beeed to be in immi danger from three pseudo-Elites o Street.

  Frightened, Wes quickly rallied the troops and rushed over.

  If Julian had an act on his site, he would definitely be done for as the person in charge of West Street.

  Fortunately, the others were already o Street and rushed over swiftly.

  They found that Akazam had taken trol of three individuals and their Pokémon.

  "Are you twht?"

  Wes dashed to Julian, relieved to see he was unharmed, allowing his anxiouso subside.

  He didn't pay any attention to Murphy.

  "Mr. Iigator, these three were trying to steal from me aheir Pokémon to attack, but my Elder's Pokémon subdued them."

  "They are now in your hands."

  In any try, it is strictly forbidden to steal property or release Pokémon that are pseudo-Elite or stronger iy, let alone using Pokémon to assault humans.

  These two offenses could easily result ihree being imprisoned for 50 years.

  "Elder's Pokémon?"

  As he observed Akazam, Wes, a pseudo-Elite Trainer himself, ses immense power.

  Though it didn't radiate an overwhelming prese felt like a bottomless abyss to him.

  Ae—a true Elite, not merely a pseudo.

  The power of Akazam was evident as he looked at the three frozen pseudo-Elite Pokémon.

  Wes retrieved Poké Balls from the three, while Akazam released their captured Pokémon.

  Wes's team promptly pced the three individuals in handcuffs, and they showed no iion of resisting.

  Once Akazam appeared, they uood their fate was sealed.

  "Please record a statement," said one of the officers, his gaze lingering on Akazam.

  He heard from colleagues that this Pokémon was ae, and this was the first time he had seen ae Pokémon, they said that Walker Elite had an Akazam before.

  'Maybe the Akazam in front of me is Walker Elite's Akazam.'