I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 58 - 57 Moby Dick

Chapter 58: Chapter 57 Moby Dick

For two consecutive days, the Kongse region had been shrouded in persistent rain.

At 1 p.m., the sky cleared up, the gloomy heavens filled with sunshine, yet without a hint of warmth as if the temperature had been stolen by a thief named early winter.

The civil war in Chicken Snake Country had persisted for a year and eleven months, and the struggle between the two factions continued. However, a rising new power was quietly turning the tide of battle, driving the outcome of the war in an unforeseen direction.

Moby Dick wandered the dirty, crowded streets of the urban district. If it weren’t for the fact that too many refugees had flooded into the area, making it impossible for his SUV to pass through, he would not have wanted to get out of the car at all.

In his words, Kongse was nothing like a city; it resembled more a large village composed of over ten forcibly merged hamlets, with unplanned roads, shops, and residential buildings jumbled together. Sewage ran freely in the vegetable markets that opened up next to cafes. He had walked several streets without seeing taller buildings.

The bald bodyguard Watson wore a serious expression, dressed in a respectable black suit, his crossed hands alert at his waist. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was watching.

"This city built on trash, these filthy refugees, and the pretentious peacekeeping forces... They all fit my every expectation of a country at civil war. Watson, what do you think?" Moby Dick said with a smile.

"You’re right, Mr. Moby Dick," Watson replied expressionlessly, agreeing.

Moby Dick stretched out his hand, allowing his wristwatch, a silver Rolex worth hundreds of thousands, to sparkle in the cold sunlight. He tilted the watch face to check the time, it was almost time for the meeting.

"I’ve never even seen the guy... What’s his name? Yaha?" Moby Dick said.

"Yes, sir. His name is Yaha. He is the knife we are using to take down Tiantai Pharmaceutical," Watson replied.

"Shh~ don’t say it out loud, Watson, don’t say it. We’re playing a spy game~ How interesting, see? We stroll through this dump of a city looking for an insider who might be as rubbish as the city itself... Damn this weather, it seems like my rhinitis is about to act up again. Who can tell me where the nearest Starbucks is?" Moby Dick said.

He remembered the location of his meeting with Yaha was at a Starbucks on a street corner.

Although he had never seen Yaha, he knew all about him and Black House, which he led. As the head of the Heavenly Falling Objects control department at Red Pharmaceutical, he was about to meet with White Gloves at a Starbucks.

Damn, that was unfathomable.

"Why... Starbucks?" Watson too was puzzled.

"I wanted to find a café to chat with him about recent events. But in the whole of Kongse, besides Starbucks, it seems there are no other cafés left," Moby Dick said.

"What I mean is... Why does it have to be a café? Black House has its own base; we could go there..." Watson said.

"No, no, no~ Watson, dear Watson. That’s not how we do it," Moby Dick said, smiling and shaking his head, "They are a bunch of freaks, you know, I like the Superpower Special Department, but I’m allergic to freaks. They’re just a group of pathetic thieves who stole powers from pharmaceutical companies, low-life scum, pitiful dogs who should have died but didn’t, trash that even Death itself would spit on."

As he spoke the words "stole powers," Moby Dick ground his teeth.

"Their base is not far from the urban district, it’s an abandoned hotel. I believe it’s called Pei Guode?" Watson said.

"That’s right, the board promised it to him so that he wouldn’t have to lead his group of thieves homeless and provide them some shelter. But honestly, I’ve never seen him, I don’t understand him, and I’ve never... cared about it. I just feel disgusted. However, I must obey the board’s decision. This White Gloves, recently, has done some things that didn’t make us very happy, but not enough to cause losses to Red Pharmaceutical. The board is more concerned about whether this White Gloves still obeys," Moby Dick said.

"So, back to the original question, why meet at a café?" Watson asked.

"Hahaha~ my dear Watson, remember. That Yaha, don’t let his hand touch you. He is the god of plague, an offspring of corruption’s ulcerous scab, the sin ejaculated during the Evil God’s wet dream..." Moby Dick couldn’t stop once he started.

Watson shook his head and asked, "Will he bring others?"

"Yes, he’ll put on a show and bring at least two. But trust me, he wouldn’t dare do anything too extreme to us. After all, these thieves have to stick a needle in their necks every time they use their stolen abilities, proper addicts," Moby Dick said.

"We provided that too," Watson nodded.

"I know their abilities like the back of my hand, no one else is worth worrying about; but Yaha, don’t let that freak’s hand touch you, not even a little," Moby Dick said.

As they talked, they had already arrived at the Starbucks on the street corner.

However, inside there were no longer the original Starbucks employees; the building had been taken over by locals. The deep aroma of roasted coffee wafted from inside, indeed changing Moby Dick’s impression of the place.

Once inside, they chose a seat towards the back.

Watson stood behind Moby Dick, hands still on his stomach. Inside his suit, a pistol based on electromagnetic emission principles was concealed—his secondary arm against Yaha, the Starbucks superpower.

He lifted his wrist, checked the time on his watch again; the designated time had arrived.

Just as he lowered his wrist, Moby Dick saw two women walk into the café.

The white-haired woman was dressed in a white trench coat. She had pale skin and a seductive neckline, with a slight bulge at her chest, conversing with the red-haired woman who was half a head shorter than her. She moved with graceful propriety, her smile bright and charming.

The red-haired woman wore a duckbill cap, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was casually dressed in a brownish-red leather jacket with a cropped black tank top underneath, revealing defined abs, paired with dark blue jeans. She reached up to adjust her ponytail, and Moby Dick noticed the holster peeking out from her armpit.

He turned back to look at Watson, who also returned the glance.

Was Yaha a woman?

Moby Dick was intrigued.

Ever since he got off the plane and his soles touched the land of the East Continent to the south, his journey of collecting conquests had begun.

What type of woman had he not been with?

But Yaha gave him a distinct feeling.

Moby Dick’s breath quickened, and there seemed to be a surge of heat between his legs. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The white-haired woman looked at him, their eyes met, and without speaking, they communicated. She was aware of something. She walked to the bar, lifted her finger, showing the "2" sign, and smiled at him.

Moby Dick nodded slightly, returning the smile.

He sighed with relief, straightened his tie, and adjusted his sitting posture.

"Watson, my dear Watson. Perhaps... Yaha isn’t as bad as I imagined," Moby Dick said with a smile.