The day flew quickly, An Thần started his campaign in the South-side; however, before the duo ventured into the territory, Dipsy already prepared a small radio communication device to prepare for the infiltration. The boys walked in the scene where they installed advanced deep bowls, rails, a beginner section, and some inox drinking fountain. Young people skated their boards back and forth. Some performed backflips; some displayed cool tricks to impress the opposite sex. The duo was aware of floral patterns on tops and dresses, and flower patches adorned skirts and jeans of a flamboyant Nika group. These men wore real flowers in their hair with painted flower images.

"Eh yo!" When a man caught the duo on-sight, the group stood up and unsheathed their weapons. "No bitches allowed!"

"Ei, wait one minute-" Dipsy quickly responded to the situation when An Thần confronted the group on the radio. Thần could opt for choices to avoid the conflict, Dispy noted; otherwise, brute force would pose a better solution. "Careful on what you say-"

Thần scrambled in thought for a few seconds; since the opponent demanded the answer, he had to respond properly. Many options popped into my mind. The armband rang a bell to one of the options, which would offer a deceptive talk to the opponent about the situation. Besides, the bearclaw was eager to conduct a direct jab to the jaw.

"Ei, fam', y'all boss telling me here-" Thần uttered with both hands opening wide. "I have urgent news, holding me here does no good."

"I remember no pimp-" The man scanned An Thần carefully and looked around in caution. "Tell me who send you-"

"Thuan sent me here-" An Thần deceived that man and showed the armband. "Better watch it."

The group reacted in hostility after the response; however, that man gestured a fallback. He observed the armband meticulously. During that time, Thần could see Lâm sweat his forehead as raindrops.

"Tru' 'nough-" the man nodded in agreement and gestured to one of them to lead the way. "Follow 'im."

"That's smooth, fam-" Dispy applauded in the radio which was hidden from sight while the duo traveled to the destination. "I know you're best for the job."

The duo mingled among the crowd which covered the path. The rest of the world would describe trivial men, but that constructed one of the hideouts of a Gym Leader of the Pokemen. Venturing forward, Thần met a slim student who held a custom slingshot on the waist. He realized the duo, Thần noticed, and asked his men to guard outside.

"Speak fast" Sitting on a big stone, the Gym Master locked and loaded bullets of the slingshot. "I'll shoot y'all if ain't talking."

"Fam, try to buy time-" Dipsy replied on the radio. "I will look for intel about this guy-"

An Thần stared at the leader while conceiving a talk. The creative mind would save him if Thần could fabricate a splendid story. Perhaps, the boy could tell a story of captain Phuc's nutty business; but, that would fail to entertain in the long run.

"Hey, hey!" The ghost caught the intention and appeared with a lower voice. "Can you think of a better idea?"

An Thần failed to roll out a creative story, so he started telling the story of Captain Phuc's nutty business. The Gym Leader stared at the man in front, confused as Lâm. The ghost, indeed, facepalmed with its head shook in denial for the entire duration of the story.

"That's quite a story-" The Gym Leader acknowledged the interesting storytelling; but, remarked again. "But, this doesn't tell me why you are here."

Thần began to think of his next move to buy time for intel. In the mind, the boy rolled another motion to act, which concluded a random movement. An Thần swayed his legs from side to side in a seamless movement, bent the knees as if someone was kicking him. Moreover, he conducted an 'X' shape with the arms; outstretched up and to the side in a "I don't fuckin' know" gesture. From here, everyone caught their attention and looked at the dancing man with his arm-down sway. Then, An Thần shaped a triangle with his arms just above the head and clapped. The crowd watched that man combine the smooth movement for a moment. Some performed with beatbox; some played with their handclaps.

"What the-" The Gym Leader stared at the awkward situation in front, more confused as Lâm. Anger surged from the gut, so he fired a shot onto the ground. "You think I'm playin-?"

"Bro, what are you doing?" Lâm tapped on his comrade's shoulder; whispered. "You're gonna make us all kill!"

"Ei, ei chill-" An Thần raised his hand, reacting to the shot. "I speak now."

Khải Minh, the intel described from the radio, followed the Pocketmen for a long time. With the leaders, he became one of the best marksmen in the group. When the policies changed from the Fervent Master, Khải Minh opposed that alteration. However, since Minh used to owe a debt to the Master, he had to pay back the deed and show his loyalty to the Master.

"Thuan sent you here just to talk about the past?" Khải Minh leaned his back and looked at Thần. "I already told him no need to be concerned."

An Thần conducted a persuasion to explain the dire situation of poor students who needed their lunch money. Minh heeded, but raised little motion to the situation. However, since the gut sensed a positive motion in the persuasion, Thần urged a little more in the voice to emphasize the importance of the act.

"Enough-" Khải Minh halted. The marksman was well-aware of the green armband, he noted, since Thuan only offered it to a trustworthy messenger to deliver good news. Moreover, the marksman knew that man in front and acknowledged his strength from the last battle. Minh stared at the man for a while; gestured to a man to get a map and presented a motive. "Let's have a look."

District 1, a central hub to all men, connected with other districts in Sài Nam city. Since the beginning, elites ruled the districts and offered peace to its dwellers. However, the balance shifted as the economy grew worse with virtual coins. People started trading these types of coins from outsiders, which impacted heavily on the night city on a macroscopic scale. We, the Pocket Men, never meant to mess with the free marketplace. However, some rotten balls brought worms within which corrupted the core. Therefore, as a loyal servant of the Fervent Master, Khải Minh had to reach for that source of commotion.

"Now, I have the information-" Khải Minh marked the location on the map; initiated an offer. "Let's start with some Q&A."

An Thần looked at the marksman and organized his thoughts. The mind might start with a simple question.

"Who are you?" questioned An Thần. "What do you do in this organization?"

"Been there, done that-" responded the marksman. Khải Minh used to join an archery club in Lê Quý Đôn high school. That man used to compete in elite tournaments and skirmishes with others; however, due to an accident, he forfeited the highway and joined the underground. "Might have been a bad choice, but that's that."

"What is the accident?" uttered An Thần to the marksman as the mind rolled a motion to persuade. "You seem to have the leeway."

"A deed for a deed-" Khải Minh described after a motion succeeded to persuade. At the archery club, competition stressed everyone to perform at their peak. Peers would conduct any act to ensure a ticket to compete in the elite tournament. That toxic environment led Minh to become a miserable, damned man. When the Fervent Master guided the path, he realized a man had so much more to value in life. Minh, thus, trusted the Master at will and joined him in the path of freedom. "Shit would suck-ass if I stayed in the damned club."

After Thần received most of the answers, a ponder occurred shortly, for he had to opt for a cause. When the boy nodded, Minh approved the chosen answer; marked the location on the map and planned the journey any time soon. Before the boys left, the marksman handed a pouch of sticky tracking tags, which would prove suitable on some occasions.

A day after, the group traveled to the designated place. District 3, a connecting sector with the central hub, presented one of the largest centers of communication, trade, industry, finance in An Nam. Besides the black vests and white shirts, tourists came to visit many museums, art halls, cultural associations, and theaters. Modern design buildings, such as skyscrapers, stood aloof the sky while small vintage households placed aside. As for an invisible entity, it had been its first time seeing many virtual commercials brightened the street. Cars and people traveled fast on many streets, the ghost spectated, as if invisible burdens hushed them to speed infinitely. The specter, thus, sighed; recalled days where men used to read newspapers and care less about trivial stuff, for it felt alienated from the new, fast lifestyle.

A typical Thursday evening when An Thần stood in front of a bistro. The place presented a distinct smell of garlic and oregano from outside. He knew why he was there and what was expected of him. When the doorbell rang at the bistro, the group confronted a man with glasses who waved at a table. The sound of soft chatter and clinking glasses fills the room as patrons enjoy their meals at small, intimate tables. The aroma of freshly prepared dishes wafts through the air, and the waitstaff bustles around efficiently, taking orders and refilling drinks. According to the intel, the group had to meet a man named Thái Dương to discuss further details of the virtual coins. People said Dương from Trần Đại Nghĩa High School for the Gifted, one of the elite schools in the city. The rich opted for that selective public school for their children from grade 6 to 12. People said these students possessed an invisible superior aura since, indeed, these talented, gifted students ought to become successful in life.

"Welcome gents-" the glasses man greeted him with a nod; gestured to the waiter to order. The group settled next to a broad window where warm lighting reflecting and projecting and their shadows, the man rested both hands on his chin. "Picking on people to fund your business ain't a good idea."

"Ain't doin that shit-" Lâm responded; but, lowered his head in an odd way. "We just doin' a Pokemen's favor."

"Good to know, Slim-jim-" replied the man and leaned back on the red cushion leather sofa since Minh knew these homeboys came to the place for a reason. The glasses man handed the duo a file with all the details. "Name 'Logan Nguyễn' and he's been troublesome in the finance district. Need him gone by next Thursday."

An Thần studied the file, noting the target's location and habits. It seemed the mission concentrated on investigating a blockchain game which benefited millions, but failed to work. The fact that people invested their fortune into that project, mostly because of the presence of Logan Nguyễn, a real-life streamer. Ultimately, it failed to become a lucrative business.

Thần watched a 25-minute-long video that started with Logan's claims about the cash making game and then immediately illustrated a montage of several investors who claimed that the game failed to be lucrative as intended. As a result, gamers lost millions in real-life money.

"What's this shit?" Thần failed to understand the content albeit the clarity. That caused a confusion in the mind. "Why am I doing this?"

"Let's try one more time-" Thái Dương explained the mechanics of the game as gamers could purchase a crypto token called 'Poo', which Logan's in-game currency, and gamers utilized Poocoins to then buy Poo NFTs which one could trade for real-life objects. "For example, if you buy 10 PooCoins, you can buy a car in real life."

"But, this ain't gold-" Lâm responded. "Only gold makes the go."

"Eh, Slim Jim knows da wei-" Dương agreed. Poo NFTs failed to give yields to the investors who bought tokens and waited for a rise in the value. That signified PooCoins failed to live up to the pay-to-earn promises that Logan Nguyễn marketed. "People lost significant amounts of their savings while buying tokens; some got cucked by Pocket Magic-Mike bitches."

Thần skimmed the file once more, Dương seemed struggling to find out who conducted that  massive loss of cash. While all the threads linked to Logan Nguyễn for the entire scene, the real answer seemed vaguely described. The pin on each avatars as such: Logan Nguyễn, Fervent Master, The Sun and The Night Prince.

"I know the Lord of Mikes ain't startin this-" Dương took a long drag on a cherry flavored vape. The smoke through his nose and mouth lingered around his head and shoulders. Two fingers held the vape between and blew sweet misty smokes onto the duo. "Find the target and we'll see."

Thần felt a sense of trust in the way Dương clarified the info since Thần never conducted such a task before; but, that idea thrilled the gut, knowing that he would be involved in a big project with important tasks.

Thần and Lâm left the bistro and began their research on the target. Dipsy in the meantime found some studies of the man's movements, his habits, and his weaknesses. Thần knew that he had to be cautious and precise to carry out the hit without getting caught.

The following week, An Thần and the boys made the move. He knew that the target had a routine, he would leave his mansion at 5:30 PM sharp, partied in a club, and drove back. In the party place, they followed the target to a secluded toilet and waited for the perfect moment to strike. Thần observed carefully as the target drank a cow-piss cocktail and turned his back, pissing; the boys striked fast, quick and precise. Thần knew that that would be the perfect opportunity to take out his target.

Slam!

"What the fuck?" Screamed the target unknowingly about the situation. "Who the fuck are you guys?"

"Surprise motherfucker!" Lâm pinned the scared target on the wall and locked its movement. "Welcome to the Magic Mike XXL showcase, bitch boi-"

"H-Hey, I'm straight bro-" refuted the trembling target while swaying its buttocks away from the assailants. "If you want some money, I can give you."

Thần leaned on a position next to a corner, demanding answers from the target. He fixed his bear claw ready, knowing that he had to be agile and accurate if necessary. Thần felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had never conducted such acts before; but, fortunately, a specter guided him to do the do properly.

The target, thus, described the inability, or rather unwillingness of PooCoins leaders, to hold developers hostage on time led to a disastrous postponement in the development process, which perhaps resulted in the project's failed launch. However, after the firing from the project manager, new developers were still unpaid in a timely manner.

"Bitch, I ain't asking for this crap-" Lâm turned the target around to look it in the eyes; nevertheless, the confrontation surprised him. "Shit, the fuck are you?"

"Eddie Trần-" the target cried in a trembling voice. "I'm just a coder! P-Please don't hurt me!"

Lâm was flabbergasted; looked at his comrade seeking for a proper response. Meanwhile, the door opened and interrupted the scene. A blonde, wavy drunk white-cracker yawned; however, as he realized his pal was pinned on the wall with two others; that blondie started escaping the scene. The boys quickly chased after the blondie, pushing out obstacles under the colorful dancing lights. As music surged with the boosted bass, henchmen soon approached the scene and bought time for the runaway target. That, again, would fail to hold Thần for long since he could burst the frenzy state in a short chain combo. After a quick combat, the boys ran to the parking lot.

Blondie already got into his car and started the engine. Thần took a deep breath, and as the car sped up with smoking tires - fast enough to hit a cow flying miles away - the boys jumped aside to avoid the impact. The sunny gloves reminded Thần to use a pouch of tracking tags. The throwed tracker hit its mark and stuck on the mad-driving car. That action would ensure his target would be onsite for the next move. Thần exhaled; reported to Dipsy about the commotion and brought news to the next meeting at the bistro.

Thần felt a sense of dissatisfaction wash over him, he failed at his first job and let the target escape. The ghost also understood that the boys had failed the mission; but, it knew they did the best they could. The next day, the boys reported the mission to Dương. They walked into the bistro, head down, expressing that they had failed.

"Really fuckin' good-" Dương unexpectedly applauded them with the provided intel. According to the source, the tracker marked Logan's mansion somewhere in District 7, which men of the Trade Horizon could hold a grasp on in some aspects. Dương sat back in the cushion chair, took a long drag on the cherry sweet. The misty smoke lingered in the air and came with deep thought. "I like you, Flapjack, fast hand does the job."

"Sorry-" said Thần, feeling a sense of shame wash over him. Albeit the applause, Thần knew that he had let the target loose, and he felt guilty for it. Besides, he knew that he had failed his mission and to please the table. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it right."

"A gentleman respects a gentleman-" Dương looked at him and nodded. Pulling a plastic file package under the table, he handed Thần documents. Since Dương did some research about the duo's past achievements, he considered that the next move would take place at the east side. "More to come in the future co-ops, but we will handle it from here."

These intelligences seemed juicy, Thần concluded after looking through the documents, Dipsy would love getting his hands onto them. However, Thần remained thoughts about Dương and his job with the past commotion. Thus, he organized his thoughts and delivered questions in singles.

"Who are you actually?" Thần inquired of the man in the opposite. "What do you do?"

"Trade Horizon, specialized in trade and merchant-" Dương took a drag; introduced a trade organization where individuals or businesses had a common interest in a particular trade or industry. They promoted and protected the interests of its members in fair trade practices, setting standards for quality and skill, and providing education and training opportunities. "Tell what you want, we will get it at a fair price."

"What stuff do you sell?" Thần asked. "How do I pay?"

"From intel to weapons of all sorts-" Dương replied that the organization ran a wide network of trading across the districts. Moreover, merchants preferred either cash or gift cards. Completing a contract also helped one to purchase goods from the merchant; or, selling intel to the guild ought to help as well. "It's up to you to decide before negotiating the payment method."

"Where can I access the trade merchant?" Thần looked at the man in the opposite position. "Why should I buy from you?"

"Try to look for a distinctive pin collar shirt-" Dương showed his pin collar shirt to the boys - a unique luxurious silky fabric shirt with intricate embroidered design patterns. The merchants usually wore their pin collar quite distinctive; thus, if one mended in the business for a while, one could easily catch some of them outside of the bistro. The guild knew customers could buy most of the jews and garments online; so, they only offered a sole, limited product to the customer's needs. "Of course, we offer membership to our loyal customers at a discount."

"Show me your wares-" Thần demanded. "Let's start with something good."

Dương took his electronic tablet out and showed the customer his wares. Since Thần gained some bucks from the previous missions, he could opt for some gears in his next journey. As the eyes skimmed the wares, Thần raised his eyebrows in a questionable manner since many of these items appeared to be limited, such as: a leather thong, fire water and a wearable dickhead, etc. Thần looked at the merchant again to confirm as if these bizarre, unique items actually existed as such. Dương reminded again that these displayed products would change and be bought out over time; so, the customer would fail to find an exact product if he missed the opportunity.

Thần raised his eyebrows as much as possible; questioned that what the fuck these items signified. He timed out and attempted to make contact with an invisible entity, begging for its guidance.

"Interesting wares-" the ghost concluded as it skimmed each item. "I see there's an XXL condom package as well."

"When did you put a condom on your head?" Thần uttered; questioned the ghost treasure hunting skill. "When did a seance interested in a condom?"

"To keep your brain from getting pregnant-" replied the ghost. "And to talk to the rubber as well."

After a dumbfounded moment, Thần realized that the visible audiences failed to see the invisible entity with which he conversed. Their reactions were also dumbfounded when realizing Thần was talking to 'himself' all the time. Thần flustered and cleared his throat to return to the table. This time, he begged the ghost to give actual guidance.

"We are lacking inventory space-" the ghost analyzed that future missions would require more carry items in the field. It recalled the past experience in which the lack of inventory space would cause men to travel back and forth to gather and store resources. "But, too many is too much as well."

Thần quickly scrolled through the accessories tab which introduced many options to store items. When a fine leather utility belt appeared on the screen, the ghost urged Thần to purchase the item.

"A fine choice-" Dương summed up the payment and approved a two-day shipping for the customer. "Nice doin' business with ya."

As the boys walked out the bistro, Thần felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that he had a new journey waiting for him. Nevertheless, a sense of disappointment surged in the mind, knowing that he ought to complete the mission. A loss was a loss, Than concluded, and he would move forward from the mistake.