I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 83 - 82 Yaha, you should give him up

Chapter 83: Chapter 82 Yaha, you should give him up

Moby Dick’s expression was solemn as he held a steaming cup of coffee, pacing back and forth in Yaha’s room.

Starbucks had his hand on his pistol, standing guard at the door, closely watching the bodyguards.

The last operation... it had seemed very successful.

But when the giant iron sphere was transported back and opened, Red Pharmaceutical’s support department found that it was empty.

This left Moby Dick in an awkward position, as he expected a reward.

Had Tiantai Pharmaceutical not destroyed all the electrical equipment and computers upon evacuation, he would have been able to inspect the sphere on-site.

In the end, after exhausting all their radical militants and millions of Langke, Red Pharmaceutical’s celebration was premature, which also left a poor impression of Moby Dick on the board of directors.

He desperately needed another operation to turn the situation around.

The board seat, dividends, prestige within the company, and... his lofty, luxurious lifestyle.

"Their last shelter is just across from Linjiang," Moby Dick said.

Yaha looked at the map on the table, where the red dot representing the shelter was to the north of Linjiang City, the capital of Chicken Snake Country.

It was close to the radicals’ territory but located in mountainous terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, a vacuum zone that neither side wished to approach.

For the regular army of Chicken Snake Country, the undulating mountain ranges could not be occupied by just a few thousand soldiers, and the Heavenly Fallen Objects Shelter built on the mountain summit was not so easy to take down.

If last time was a ruse of an empty fort, what would it be this time? No one knew.

But Moby Dick did not care about these things; he did not mind how bloody the process could be—he only wanted the results.

And time was slipping away by the minute. The last operation had been leaked, and this time there could be no mishaps, which was why Moby Dick had chosen to come personally.

"I’m giving you five days to prepare. In five days, you must set out," Moby Dick commanded.

"You just said we have no backup this time? Just the dozen of us against all the garrison forces of the shelter?" Yaha frowned.

Moby Dick said, "Blame your dear Ishmael for that, who killed half of our reinforcements before the operation even started? Besides, the last operation wasn’t supposed to be that bloody, but it led to the annihilation of the radicals! Whose fault do you think that is?!"

"Who could have expected a superpower special forces unit to show up? Is that his fault, too?" Yaha was somewhat displeased.

"My retrieval team dug out the bodies of that special unit on the hillside, and after identifying her, we found she was with the United Council."

"Dear Lady Yaha, do you understand what this means? We also found that at least three superpower special forces died within Chicken Snake Country’s borders, two of which were related to Ishmael."

"The other special forces member he killed was with the Sethiyan Federation, and this intelligence has caused not a little trouble to my superiors. You probably don’t know... there are some things where even if you did not participate, but merely knowing they happened... that in itself is a sin."

"You’ve always allowed Ishmael to act freely; first, he went to He Mountain, released the former rebel leader of Chicken Snake Country, causing changes in the civil war situation, then leading to the Sethiyan Federation agents making trouble for us, even sending a superpower special forces unit for revenge."

"After that, he killed the superpower special forces sent by the United Council; we don’t know why she came—perhaps she was a war observer? But regardless, Ishmael killed her."

"This is not over yet, Yaha, he killed dozens of refugees last night—not that I’m sympathizing with them—this has already enraged the International Human Rights Protection Committee, damn it, they still don’t know who did it, but once they find out... it will definitely be traced back to us."

"I’m telling you one last time, Yaha, control your dog!" Moby Dick glared with bulging eyes, his hands pressed on the table, staring angrily at Yaha.

"A leash can’t hold a wolf," Yaha said indifferently.

She rose and walked to the window, gazing in the direction of the artificial forest.

"All the extra trouble, it’s all caused by him, the radicals are biting at my upper ranks, asking for more money, or they won’t be willing to provide military support. They even refuse to let us use the airport."

"Yaha, the only thing you want, only Red Pharmaceutical can provide you. To become the world’s first superpower mercenary force... isn’t that what you want? We can offer you that opportunity, you know, you already have that potential, you shouldn’t be just a showpiece."

"We can help you turn the ’triangle’ upside down... but you also have to give us what we want."

"And... you have to make a choice... Yaha, Ishmael... or Wei Tianyang... he’s powerful, but he’s... too powerful. So powerful that he doesn’t need a black room to get what he wants."

Moby Dick walked around the table and came up behind her.

"What you own is the black room, not him," he whispered.

Yaha hugged her shoulders, her amber eyes slowly turning down to the base, her gaze falling on the window frame.

"He doesn’t need you. That’s also why you can’t hold him back. You have to make a choice, Yaha, you have to make that decision sooner or later. He... is not in the picture of your future! If you can’t reflect the value of the black room... you know, the old man won’t care about you," Moby Dick said.

Yaha turned to look at Moby Dick, her face tense and stern, yet she couldn’t say anything meaningful.

Moby Dick smiled, placing his hand on Yaha’s shoulder.

"Why do you think the old man entrusted me with giving him a phone? You get it, right? Maybe he’s already called privately and made contact with the higher-ups. Maybe... he’s already kicked you to the curb," Moby Dick said.

"He would never betray! Moby Dick, he’s not like you," Yaha said.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... then where is he now?" Moby Dick looked up at the ceiling, a clownish smile appearing on his face.

"In the sky? Underground? Hm? Yaha? If you can’t even control him, how can you understand what he truly thinks inside? You can’t even... possess him by more despicable means!"

Hearing Moby Dick spoke in such a manner, Yaha seemed to have been hit in a sensitive spot.

Her body shook with rage, her molars clenched tightly, and a vein throbbed at her temple. Then, out of humiliation and inferiority, her lips turned white from biting, and she hugged her shoulders even tighter.

"You can’t give him more, neither physically nor mentally! Yaha, you have to give up on him, you have to find a way to make him... disappear, or else... the old man will gradually abandon you," Moby Dick said.

He released Yaha’s shoulder, turned, and picked up a coffee cup from the table.

"Without the support of Red Pharmaceutical, the thing you want can only be found in dreams~"

As Moby Dick spoke, he took a sip of coffee, furrowed his brows, and spat it all out.

"Get this mess sorted out quickly, I really don’t want to stay in this shithole any longer."

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