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The surrounding onlookers widened their eyes, mouths agape, staring at Roy without moving.
The scene just now seemed like a pause button had been pressed, replaying repeatedly in everyone's minds.
A slap.
A punch.
A shoulder throw.
And then this professional fighter, who looked a size larger than Roy, was just taken down like that?
And it wasn't the kind of takedown where he barely won.
It was... a complete crushing.
From beginning to end, Anthony hadn't even touched the corner of Roy's clothes.
Jenny stood there, completely petrified.
Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were wide and round, and her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of her chest.
At the moment Roy caught Anthony's punch, her heart gave a sudden tug.
Then, seeing him counterattack, her breath stopped.
And then, the shoulder throw.
With a loud boom, the moment Anthony slammed onto the ground, Jenny felt something in her head make a "buzzing" sound.
This man...
Just what is his background?
Her gaze involuntarily fell on Roy's back.
Broad shoulders, a straight back, and those hands that had steadily caught the punch just now.
Those hands were now hanging casually at his sides, fingers long and powerful, with distinct knuckles.
Jenny's gaze lingered on those hands for two more seconds before she suddenly snapped back to her senses.
Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away.
No, no, what am I thinking?
I'm a policewoman; I'm on duty.
I can't get distracted.
But her heart was still racing, and that strange feeling was growing stronger and stronger.
This man named Roy, it was clearly the first time they'd met, but she always felt...
He was very pleasing to the eye.
So pleasing that one couldn't help but want to take a few more looks.
The Officer Jenny Family Universal Favorability Value on Roy's body was constantly attracting Jenny.
Jenny bit her lower lip, forcing herself to focus her attention on Anthony.
Aimi was also stunned.
She stood behind Roy, tears still on her face, her mouth slightly open, her expression changing from worry to shock, and then from shock to a sense of disbelief.
She knew Roy was very capable.
Last night in the bath, when she was picked up by Roy, she had already felt the strength in his arms.
Those powerful arms had lifted her whole body, again and again...
She could clearly feel the bulging muscles on his arms and that sense of power that held her firmly in control.
But that was a different kind of capability.
It was completely different from what she was seeing now.
That punch just now, that shoulder throw—the movements were clean and efficient, without any unnecessary flair.
That was something only someone who had truly trained could do.
Aimi's face reddened again.
She realized that she... still didn't know Roy nearly enough.
This man hid too many surprising things.
The passersby were all dumbfounded as well.
The two young men in work clothes had their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg.
"Holy crap... what was that just now?"
"That young man just threw that big guy?"
"And he took a punch head-on? What kind of monster is he?"
"I thought he was going to be sent flying, but instead..."
"This is more exciting than a Fighting Tournament."
The crowd began to whisper, their eyes filled with wonder and admiration as they looked at Roy.
Anthony lay on the ground, finally becoming completely quiet.
His eyes closed, his breathing became steady, and he stopped muttering.
Roy's Psychic suppression had allowed his mind to completely relax.
Although it looked like he had fainted, he was actually just asleep.
Jenny took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
She stepped forward and crouched down to check Anthony's condition.
His breathing was steady, his pulse was normal, and aside from some scrapes, there was nothing seriously wrong.
She glanced up at Roy with a complex look in her eyes.
Then she stood up, said a few words into her walkie-talkie, and turned to Aimi.
"Miss Aimi, Mr. Anthony has been subdued."
"The ambulance will be here shortly to take him to the hospital for a full check-up."
Aimi nodded and thanked her, "Thank you, Officer Jenny."
...
Five minutes later, the ambulance arrived.
Anthony was placed on a stretcher and taken into the vehicle.
Hitmonchan was also sent to the Pokémon Center for treatment and examination.
Aimi and the others followed to the hospital.
In the hospital corridor, the white lights made one's eyes feel a bit sore.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, making one feel inexplicably oppressed.
Aimi sat on a bench in the corridor, her hands on her knees, fingers tightly interlaced.
Delia sat beside her, one hand gently patting her back.
Misty sat on the other side, remaining quiet.
Roy leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his expression calm.
Pikachu and Eevee lay quietly on the floor, occasionally looking up at Aimi with eyes full of worry.
Over an hour later, the door to the examination room opened.
A middle-aged doctor in a white coat walked out, holding a stack of reports.
"Who is Anthony's family?"
Aimi immediately stood up.
"I am his daughter."
The doctor glanced at her and nodded.
"Come to my office for a moment."
In the office, the doctor sat behind the desk, flipping through the examination reports.
Aimi sat opposite him, with Delia and Misty standing behind her.
The doctor's expression was serious, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Miss Aimi, your father's situation... is not very optimistic."
Aimi's heart sank.
"According to our examination, your father's head frequently received heavy blows when he was young, resulting in a certain degree of brain damage."
The doctor turned a page of the report and continued, "In addition, over the past few years, his thoughts have been trapped on a certain matter, leaving him in a long-term state of anxiety and suppression."
"This has caused his mental state to deteriorate further."
"To put it simply, he has developed a mental illness."
The doctor's voice was calm, but every word was like a needle piercing Aimi's heart.
"And recently, he may have encountered some kind of stimulus that caused his condition to worsen sharply."
The doctor looked up at Aimi.
"Now, he has been diagnosed with a severe mental illness."
"He must be sent to a Psychiatric Hospital for professional supervision and treatment."
The doctor took a form out of a drawer and pushed it toward Aimi.
"You are the family member; please sign here."
Aimi looked at the form, completely stunned.
Her gaze fell on the words on the form—"Psychiatric Hospital Admission Consent Form."
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Her mind went blank.
She had thought of many possibilities.
She thought of Anthony being taken away by the police, being locked in a detention center, or continuing to wander outside, drinking and causing trouble.
But she had never thought that one day she would need to sign something like this.
To sign her name and send her father to a Psychiatric Hospital.
Delia gently patted her shoulder without saying anything.
After a long while, Aimi took a deep breath.
She picked up the pen and signed her name on the form.
Stroke by stroke, neat and tidy.
After signing, she put the pen down and looked up.
"Doctor, my father... can he still be cured?"
The doctor explained, "There may still be times when he recovers his sanity, but it might be intermittent."
"Don't worry, the hospital will properly increase his dosage."
"You can also come to visit at any time."
Aimi nodded. Hearing that he wouldn't be insane all the time, she also felt a sense of relief.
The doctor took the signed form, stood up, and left the office.
The office became quiet.
Delia stepped forward and gently hugged Aimi.
"Aimi..."
"I'm fine, Sister Delia."
Aimi's voice was a bit hoarse, but her tone was calmer than expected.
Misty also came over and took Aimi's hand.
Aimi looked at them and forced a smile.
"Actually, this counts as a relatively good outcome, right?"
"At least... Father won't hurt innocent passersby anymore."
"He also has a specific place to stay and won't be exposed to the elements."
"I won't have to be on edge anymore, fearing that he might hurt someone or cause some big trouble one day."
"When Father regains his sanity, Mother and I can also find time to visit him."
"This is already a decent result."
After the group had stayed in the oppressive office for a while, Roy, having finished his business, arrived at the office.