The battle was won, and Golem roared triumphantly. What was that? Five or six for her? She’d be eating good at the end of this—all her favorite foods, definitely. It was almost curry time, after all!

Fuck.

“You too! Thanks, man!”

After collecting Golem into her ball once more, they parted ways. At that point, Bo had beaten both underbosses—not that they’d brought their a-game, either time. Though Cillian Quinn was familiar, his rank was not.

Perhaps one day, he’d know, and feel proud, or something. For now, he walked off, blissfully clueless and unsuspecting. It was funny, maybe, as he’d been suspicious of so many others.

Chu-e seemed harmless. Bo would have never guessed that such an ultimate criminal organization legend and unknown avatar of Necrozma walked around in cute strawberry-patterned shirts and fluorescent shorts.

Don’t judge a book by its cover, holy shit.