I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 78 - 77: Verbal Dispute

Chapter 78: Chapter 77: Verbal Dispute

Wei Tianyang rose to his feet to chase after the figure, but at the corner, a woman with the appearance of a doctor exuded a captivating charm.

She appeared to be just over 30, her long hair pinned up behind her head, her eyebrows bold and full of vigor, yet her face was extremely tender. Beneath her white lab coat, she wore a tailored business suit, black tights wrapped around her legs, feet in matching flat shoes, hands clasped over her lower abdomen.

She stared at Wei Tianyang, drawing closer step by step, her eyes shining with a hint of golden light.

"Where are you going?" the woman asked.

Her voice was deep and husky, the magnetic tone characteristic of a mature woman—only, there was an undertone of hostility.

Wei Tianyang turned to confirm that the woman was indeed speaking to him.

"Going back," he said.

"Li Songyan told me about you. For the time being, you’ll stay in the refugee camp," the woman said.

"I’m not a refugee," Wei Tianyang said.

"I know. You are even worse than a refugee. Executioner, murderer, scum, monster... choose whichever name you prefer," the woman said with a smile.

On her ordinarily gentle and dignified face, there emerged a sneer and disdain that didn’t match her temperament. Wei Tianyang could tell this was not her usual demeanor.

"What’s wrong with you? We’ve just met and you’re insulting me like this?" Wei Tianyang said.

"Not even half an hour has passed, and the blood on your clothes hasn’t dried. Have you forgotten how you just killed dozens of refugees in the street?" the woman exclaimed angrily.

Wei Tianyang snorted and said, "They deserved to die."

The woman, red in the neck with rage, clenched her fists involuntarily and said sternly, "Put power in the right hands, and heroes are born. In the wrong hands, only devils are bred... Wei Tianyang, you are a devil! Your very existence is a mistake... You’re just lucky to have acquired the power of the Heavenly Falling Objects and are using it to vent your inner violence in this chaotic world!"

"Fuck lucky! Where were your ’right people’ when I was lying on the injection table being pricked by needles? Where were the ’heroes’ during that year I spent in the morgue? This is your ’lucky’? Why don’t you try it?" Wei Tianyang said angrily.

"Stop making excuses for your evil deeds! Stop pretending to be a victim! Wei Tianyang! You know how many people you’ve killed these past days! There’s no place for morality or law in your consciousness!" said the woman, so agitated that her body began to tremble.

"Morality and law?" Red light gleamed in Wei Tianyang’s eyes.

Where were morality and law when my mother died in the chaos of war? Where were Li Songyan, the peacekeeping forces, and where were you?

"You have no right to talk about these things with me," said Wei Tianyang, his anger suddenly dissipating.

This woman was over a decade his senior, but he felt as if she had lived the past decade in vain. Her worldview seemed like a castle in the air, baseless; her sympathy for refugees like a mirage, illusory.

"You are a walking devil! If it weren’t... If Li Songyan didn’t still need you, I would want to kill you right here and now..." the woman said in a heavy tone.

"Let me tell you," Wei Tianyang said with a laugh.

"After tonight, I’m going to kill even more people. A dozen? A few dozen? Perhaps even more. If you wish, come and try to stop me," Wei Tianyang continued.

The woman, realizing she had become too agitated and lost her composure, took a deep breath and reorganized her emotions.

"You aren’t going anywhere. I’ll be keeping an eye on you," she said.

After speaking, she tossed a bracelet onto the ground at Wei Tianyang’s feet and turned to leave.

Halfway through, she stopped, looked back at Wei Tianyang, and said coldly, "By the way... my name is Lin Yanqing, my codename is Sky Curtain."

She adjusted her hair and added, "If we ever meet on the battlefield—and I guarantee we will cross paths with the way you behave—I’ll make sure to kill you, slowly... with the most brutal method I can use... Just you wait!"

With that, Lin Yanqing walked away.

No wonder he spoke so aggressively; he must be from the Superpower Special Forces.

Wei Tianyang didn’t take Lin Yanqing seriously, he lowered his head to look at the wristband on his foot, a capsule-like, elongated screen displayed with a digital identifier and an orange-yellow rubber strap.

It must be something like a refugee identity tag, wearing it would allow him to move freely within the refugee camp.

Wei Tianyang snorted coldly and crushed it under his foot.

"Leashing a dog?" he said coolly.

"It’s getting late, Wei."

At this time, Du Yan was sitting at the table behind him, twirling a dagger in her hand.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Tomorrow morning, or rather, this morning, Hans will arrive at the abandoned park. You should rest up and prepare to face your revenge," said Du Yan.

"I will get there before him. Is the park still operational?" asked Wei Tianyang.

"Of course, it’s operational, but it seems that Tiantai Pharmaceutical isn’t very satisfied with their research team, so now that woman and Hans are both in hot water," Du Yan replied.

"They won’t have to worry for much longer," said Wei Tianyang.

Du Yan disappeared, and as he turned around, the scenery around him began to change slowly.

The walls and shanties were covered in red moss, the muddy ground beneath his feet was covered by chitin, and in the sky, the blood-colored galaxy and the captive moon reappeared.

He walked out of the refugee camp with steady strides and made his way back to the Pei Guode Hotel.

When he switched back to objective reality, he was already standing at the door of his room. In the realm of subjective reality, not even a second had passed—it was as if he had teleported.

He turned the doorknob to his room and heard Yaha raging on the seventh floor, a truly rare occurrence. Even on the third floor, he could hear her voice, though it was somewhat muffled through the floor.

Wei Tianyang didn’t bother with her and went straight to his room to take a shower, then undressed and got into bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

He had not been asleep for long when someone shook him awake.

He opened his eyes, his face showing a mix of sleepiness and annoyance. Yaha, wearing her pajamas, was kneeling by the bedside, looking at him anxiously.

"Ishmael! I thought you had been captured by the peacekeeping forces of the United Council!" she said, gripping Wei Tianyang’s arm tightly, her voice somewhat shrill.

"It’s okay, I just had a chat with someone. We didn’t get along, so I left," he said.

"They didn’t stop you?" Yaha asked.

"I have my ways... When I came back, I heard you were furious?" Wei Tianyang countered.

"I... I yelled at Kacha... He shouldn’t have taken you out on his own... Did you hear all of that?" Yaha said in a low voice, like a little girl who had done something wrong.

"I couldn’t be bothered to listen, I fell asleep. Anyway, I’ll be out for a while in the morning... just letting you know," Wei Tianyang said.

"Where are you going?" Yaha asked urgently.

"Taking care of personal business. I’ll be back soon, ’whoosh’ just like that," Wei Tianyang said with a smile.

"We could go together, if it’s something dangerous... I can transfer your wounds," Yaha offered.

Wei Tianyang placed his left hand on Yaha’s shoulder, feeling her tremble.

"I can go by myself, this is the first step of my revenge, and I must undertake it alone," said Wei Tianyang.