I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 88 - 87: The Future

Chapter 88: Chapter 87: The Future

Although enticing dishes piled up before him, Wei Tianyang suddenly lost his appetite, rose from his seat, and prepared to leave.

The bodyguard at the door shifted his feet to block the exit.

Moby Dick, however, waved his hand and motioned for him to step aside.

"Think it over, you’re either going to continue being Ishmael or being Wei Tianyang. Red Pharmaceutical always needs a hand to carry out savage tasks but will also grant the ladder to a civilized world. What lies before you can hardly be called a choice. I’m offering you a hand, you’d do well to show gratitude, and it might just be creating a way out for yourself. Go back and think it over!" Moby Dick said with a smile.

Wei Tianyang neither nodded nor shook his head and left Moby Dick’s residence.

When he returned to the streets, an indescribable stench hit him, and the dry wind whipped painfully against his cheeks, but he quickly adjusted.

Wei Tianyang then realized that Moby Dick’s room had been filled with aromatic scents and maintained at a proper temperature and humidity; this was the bourgeois lifestyle Moby Dick referred to.

He did not deny Moby Dick’s words; the black houses had no future, he had realized it long ago. Yaha was overly naive; the pharmaceutical companies were never their ticket, Yaha’s dreams were bound to fail.

And Wei Tianyang had not decided to trust Moby Dick either; the words of pharmaceutical companies were never trustworthy, as he well knew.

The future? He was not considering it for now; not until Ruan Yu’s death would he distract himself thinking about the future.

However, his conversation with Moby Dick was not entirely pointless.

As a 16-year-old boy, he was building his worldview step by step based on his experiences, what he had seen, and the people he had encountered.

Absolute justice and fairness... It couldn’t just be lip service; it was a goal, and goals should be more specific and indeed actionable.

Whether it was the dead guerrillas, Yaha’s black houses, or people like Moby Dick and Ruan Yu, their ways of handling things were just the tip of the iceberg in this complex world.

Soldiers slaughtering each other on the battlefield weren’t distinguished by good or bad; Mud Man had once told him that soldiers must be loyal to their country, loyal to their mission.

Thus, they were not the main culprits in creating tragedies.

Yet, war is complex too. Wars launched to resist tyranny, although they might disrupt the stability of a corrupt nation, are justified, and if one were to judge one’s character based solely on the premise that "initiating war is a sin," then Li Bin, Du Yan, and now Li Fei, would all deserve to die.

Good intentions have a price, so does justice, and so-called villains are not just ruthless thugs with blood-stained hands. If one were only to judge character by the standard of "abiding by the law without hurting anyone," then Moby Dick and Ruan Yu could genuinely be called "Saints." However, he was clearer than anyone that, although these two had never shot anyone, they were more despicable than any thug.

However, there are many who engage in sophistry, attempting to blur these concepts, conflating them as one. The news media and broadcasters label Li Fei as a "bandit, terrorist, rebel military force," which Wei Tianyang scoffs at.

Those who make the rules do not represent justice, and the means of killing are neutral. The strong oppress the weak not by strength, but by promises. If resistance is evil, then justice no longer exists.

Unconsciously, Wei Tianyang had wandered into the artificial forest in front of the hotel, looking up at the pale sky, he quickened his pace toward the hotel.

Meanwhile, in the dark depths of the artificial forest, Guo Kaichen was intently watching Wei Tianyang, observing his silhouette walking toward the hotel.

And standing beside Guo Kaichen was Li Songyan.

"He’s gone in," Guo Kaichen said, taking out a small white bottle and popping several Black Medicine pills into his mouth.

He looked at Li Songyan with resentment and added, "You will definitely regret stopping me from killing him today. You are indulging a villain!"

Li Songyan shook his head and said, "Justice also comes with a price."

"That’s easy for you to say," Guo Kaichen replied. "I hope when villains like him appear in your country, you can remain as calm as you are now."

Li Songyan’s expression became more stern. He stepped closer to Guo Kaichen and said harshly, "Don’t worry about it. My country was already carved up by pharmaceutical companies years ago. Compared to the people Wei Tianyang kills in the streets, these companies do far greater harm to a country."

He stepped closer, and their noses were almost touching.

"Do you know? The civil war in Chicken Snake Country is actually an opportunity for them. They have the chance to completely rid themselves of these pharmaceutical companies. With the new regime, the national economy will get back on track. But my country? It’s long been dead."

"Keep your overflowing maternal instincts to yourself. People from superpowers like yours will never understand. Not every country has the opportunity for a bloody revolution. Wei Tianyang can’t be touched for now," Li Songyan said sternly.

Although he was not from the Superpower Special Department, his aura still dominated over Guo Kaichen.

"Ugh..." Guo Kaichen grimaced and turned away, leaving the artificial forest.

Li Songyan stood still, gazing at the distant black buildings silently, lost in thought.

When Wei Tianyang returned to the hotel, it was mealtime, but he didn’t see Ishmael. Starbucks pointed at the stairway and informed him about Moby Dick’s visit, as well as their plan to attack Tiantai Pharmaceutical’s third detention center in Chicken Snake Country in five days.

Wei Tianyang was already aware of Ruan Yu’s transport plan, including the time, location, and approximate defensive force. If they attacked the detention center soon, they might face an empty city like last time.

He rushed up to the seventh floor, unable to care about eating, and pushed open Ishmael’s door.

A choking smell of blood hit him. The room was dark, with the curtains tightly drawn, making it seem unusually dark though it was only six or seven in the evening.

Mice squeaked in the cages on the ceiling. Ishmael sat behind her desk; her dark silhouette outlined against the translucent curtains.

Wei Tianyang entered the room, gently closed the door behind him, and his red eyes lit up in the darkness. He saw several bloodstains on Ishmael’s chest. Her right hand held a knife, and her left hand played with the tips of her hair.

"Why aren’t the lights on?" he asked.

Ishmael gently placed the knife on the desk, her fingertips sliding over the wounds on her chest, her eyes closed, emitting a faint hum.

After a while, she finally spoke, "Maybe darkness is the most essential existence for us humans, so keeping your eyes open always feels false."

"Starbucks said we’re attacking Tiantai’s last detention center in five days," Wei Tianyang said.

"Um... Moby Dick said that’s our last mission..." Ishmael replied.

"Last? What happens after that?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"After that? I thought... you didn’t care," Ishmael chuckled softly.

"Anyway, I have important information..." Wei Tianyang continued.

But Ishmael cut him off and stood up, bracing her hands on the desk. In the darkness, her eyes glowed with a dim amber light.

"Will you... leave me?" Ishmael asked.