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Chapter 453: Dark Balls? Just Trash.
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In a remote corner of the vast forest, the battered and bruised Marauder was hanging from a tree, struggling.
Despite his sorry state, his life wasn't in any real danger.
If anything, the "revenge" from the wild Pokémon was far less painful than a headbutt from that Tyranitar.
His unconscious subordinates were also tied up beneath the tree.
Johan gave a signal, and Gengar did the rest.
At this moment, the Marauder saw the last people he wante ...
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