I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 59 - 58: The Rain Man

Chapter 59: Chapter 58: The Rain Man

Yaha held two cups of iced Americano as he took his seat. Although wearing a smile, deep down he felt no fondness for the tall, handsome white man before him—in fact, he even felt disgust.

The rich guy in his thirties across from him seemed ludicrously ostentatious just from his appearance. And for some reason, Yaha always found the man’s gaze particularly revolting, like two tongues trying to slide into his clothes and wildly lick his skin.

"Moby Dick, that is my name," Moby Dick said.

"Just call me Yaha," Yaha responded. He took off his gloves and extended his hand.

"No, no, no—I certainly won’t shake hands with you," Moby Dick said with a smile.

"You’re very cautious, but don’t worry, I generally don’t use that kind of ability at random," Yaha said.

Moby Dick took a sip of his coffee, swirled the liquid around with his tongue, and after a brief moment, he frowned and spat the coffee onto the floor, drawing sidelong glances from the surrounding customers.

Yaha and Starbucks noticed but didn’t react at all.

"Damn it, what is this proletariat bitter mouthwash?" Moby Dick cursed. "Is this how Starbucks operates? It’s truly unimaginable how they sell this trash worldwide, the damn proletariat’s poor excuse for a beverage spot!"

"How about I swap it for a Frappuccino for you?" Yaha said with a smile.

At this moment, someone from behind the counter suddenly chimed in: "We only have Americanos. I can’t make those sweet drinks Starbucks offers."

"What’s going on?" Moby Dick felt incredulous.

"This place isn’t Starbucks anymore, the employees have long gone, and it’s the locals running the business now," Starbucks said at this point.

"I thought she was your bodyguard," Moby Dick said with a laugh.

Yaha smiled and said, "Indeed, she is."

Moby Dick’s expression suddenly turned fierce, and he growled, "Then tell her to watch her mouth!"

Starbucks’s complexion grew dark, her hand slowly moving to the gun holstered at her waist.

Watson flipped open the bottom of his suit jacket, revealing the long magazine of a Pharoh electromagnetic submachine gun.

Yaha coughed and took a sip of his coffee before saying, "Red Pharmaceutical sent you here, but it surely wasn’t to scold my bodyguard, right?"

Moby Dick smiled, and suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Yaha’s long hair at the back of the head, slamming his head onto the table.

The sound made the café’s patrons glance over once again, but once more, no one said a word; they just looked away.

Starbucks’s eyes flared with anger, her hand already gripping the handle of her gun.

Yaha, his face against the tabletop and flushed red, stretched out his hand, stopping Starbucks from taking further action.

"You won’t maintain dignity in front of me," Moby Dick said coldly. He leaned forward, getting close to Yaha, so close that the smell of coffee from Yaha’s breath was detectable.

"We support you, we provide resources for you, all to achieve our goals. Don’t presume we have an alliance. I’m not the gentlemanly type, and I can see you’re not either, but right now, you’re beneath me," Moby Dick said with a laugh.

He stuck out his tongue and licked Yaha’s cheek, then buried his nose into his neck, taking a deep sniff.

Yaha’s hand slowly moved towards Moby Dick but ultimately, he let it drop.

"A fascinating scent, Yaha, truly fascinating. You pique my curiosity, you’ve aroused my desire to explore... Good..." As he said this, he slowly released Yaha, then sat back down.

Yaha, supporting himself on the table, slowly stood up, his face very unpleasant, but he still did not lash out.

"This meeting... could have been friendly," Yaha said coldly.

"You made a mistake and deserve punishment. I think you should take full responsibility for this, so I’ve decided to hold back this month’s, next month’s, and the following month’s shipments of the neutralizing agent and supplies," Moby Dick said.

Starbucks felt the hairs stand up on her neck; Yaha also remained silent.

"Of course, it’s not like you’ve been completely idle. I heard that a year ago, a Tiantai Pharmaceutical detention center was destroyed, and a few days ago, a transportation site for experimental materials was bombed. I think I can give you a chance to make amends," Moby Dick added.

Yaha stayed silent, unable to grasp what the dressed-up beast before him was thinking.

At this moment, Moby Dick turned to Watson and said, "Give him my hotel room number."

A card slid across the table.

It was for a five-star hotel in Wuliang City, 12 kilometers from Kongse.

"It’s been quite the journey, don’t you think? I assume you can make your way there by yourself in the next few days, right?" Moby Dick said with a smile.

Yaha picked up the card and tucked it into his trench coat pocket, saying coldly, "I hope you’ll keep your word."

Moby Dick spread his hands and an exaggerated smile appeared on his face.

"Let’s go," Yaha said, rising to his feet and walking out the door without a backward glance.

Starbucks followed him out, brushing past a lady who had just entered.

"Will he seek revenge?" Watson asked at that moment.

"If he had dared, he would have made a move just now. Look, this Yaha isn’t so untouchable either, Watson, remember to record it for me," Moby Dick said with a laugh.

He got up, just as a lady entered the store, bumping into each other, both stepped back.

Seeing that the lady was dignified and elegant, Moby Dick couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

"How is there so many beauties in such a small place like Chicken Snake Country?" he wondered aloud.

"I’m not from around here, sir. Watch your words," the lady said in a stern voice.

Her eyes swept over Watson, the fierceness in her pupils forcing the bald man to retreat.

Watson nodded in apology, and Moby Dick also felt the situation was not good, quickly scuttling away.

The lady didn’t order coffee, going straight to the innermost seat of the store, and after sitting down, she took out AR glasses and a portable folding keyboard from her shoulder bag.

These glasses were much larger than average, with a 2-centimeter thickening over the left eye, and the plastic frame integrating a camera.

She leaned back in her seat, and a black interface appeared before her eyes: the MSF network.

A small window popped up with two notifications, the interface layered on top of the MSF network, messages from Ruan Yu.

"Have you arrived at Kongse yet?"

"I’m sending you a military map of Kongse."

Ruan Yu sent messages at 1 a.m. the night before, Chen Jing only read them without replying.

It’s the middle of the night, still motherfucking sending work messages, are they insane?

"I have arrived at Kongse. Next, I will start surveillance on the Black House, and if Wei Tianyang leaves the protected area, I will make a move. For the others, I’ll find another opportunity," she typed on the folding keyboard, responding swiftly.

After a while, Ruan Yu replied, "Why didn’t you respond to the message last night?"

Chen Jing chuckled lightly and replied, "I fell asleep."

Then, she turned off the communications log and began to focus on browsing the MSF network.

Chicken Snake Country, such a small place, had at least six superpower special forces teams already present.

Although everyone had their missions, the objective reality of this land was filled with filth, some even erupting and affecting subjective reality, spreading infectious diseases.

Chen Jing, on her way to Kongse, had been delayed on the road as she was dealing with these matters.

She had already seen Mud Man, and confirmed that a female doctor from the refugee camp medical team was also one of the superpower special forces.

But she hadn’t met the others yet.

She hoped that everyone’s missions didn’t conflict and they wouldn’t need to confront each other on the battlefield.

Chen Jing’s superpower was controlling rainwater; she could gather rain from a wide area, condensing it into various shapes and directing them to move a distance.

Water spheres formed by hundreds of tons of rainfall could demolish anything, and with this power alone, she had quelled four internal conflicts by herself.

But once the raindrops hit the ground, they were out of her control range.

Her ability was powerful but also weather-dependent, and yet, objective reality never rained...

At this moment, Mud Man sent a message over the MSF private protocol communication channel, "I saw you left a mark, but then erased it."

"Why didn’t anyone respond, what happened? I remember you were there," Chen Jing replied, her codename was "Rain Person."

"I was dealing with another area at that time, my apologies," Mud Man replied.

"I’m not blaming you," Chen Jing responded.

"You can wait, there’s someone named Ishmael in Kongse who can help," Mud Man replied.

"Is he in the channel?" Chen Jing asked.

"No, he’s young, I guess he just joined and doesn’t know about MSF yet. I’ve worked with him before, only taught him a bit of common sense," Mud Man replied.

"Understood. Next time I see him, I’ll explain in detail," Chen Jing replied.

She was typing on the keyboard when someone tapped her shoulder. Looking up, she saw a waiter.

"You didn’t order any coffee," the waiter said.

"Starbucks doesn’t force a purchase," Chen Jing replied.

"We’re not Starbucks," the waiter said.

"What kind of exclusive Chicken Snake Country joke are you making?" Chen Jing was slightly angry.

"They ran away, only leaving behind this house, we’re not Starbucks," the waiter repeated.

Chen Jing was at a loss for words, thought for a moment, then took off her glasses and stuffed them and the folding keyboard into her bag, and got up to leave in indignation.

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