Yaha held two cups of iced Aricano as he took his seat. Although wearing a smile, deep down he felt no fondness for the tall, handso white man before him—in fact, he even felt disgust.
The rich guy in his thirties across from him seed ludicrously ostentatious just from his appearance. And for so 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 na," Moby Dick said.
"Just call 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 mont, he frowned and spat the coffee onto the floor, drawing sidelong glances from the surrounding custors.
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 mont, soone from behind the counter suddenly chid in: "We only have Aricanos. 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 ," Moby Dick said coldly. He leaned forward, getting close to Yaha, so close that the sll of coffee from Yaha’s breath was detectable.
"We support you, we provide resources for you, all to achieve our goals. Don’t presu we have an alliance. I’m not the gentlemanly type, and I can see you’re not either, but right now, you’re beneath ," 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 eting... could have been friendly," Yaha said coldly.
"You made a mistake and deserve punishnt. 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 shipnts 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 experintal materials was bombed. I think I can give you a chance to make ands," Moby Dick added.
Yaha stayed silent, unable to grasp what the dressed-up beast before him was thinking.
At this mont, 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 kiloters from Kongse.
"It’s been quite the journey, don’t you think? I assu 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 mont.
"If he had dared, he would have made a move just now. Look, this Yaha isn’t so untouchable either, Watson, rember to record it for ," 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-centiter thickening over the left eye, and the plastic fra integrating a cara.
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, ssages from Ruan Yu.
"Have you arrived at Kongse yet?"
"I’m sending you a military map of Kongse."
Ruan Yu sent ssages 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 ssages, 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 ssage 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, so 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 confird that a female doctor from the refugee camp dical team was also one of the superpower special forces.
But she hadn’t t 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 ford 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 mont, Mud Man sent a ssage 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 rember you were there," Chen Jing replied, her codena was "Rain Person."
"I was dealing with another area at that ti, my apologies," Mud Man replied.
"I’m not blaming you," Chen Jing responded.
"You can wait, there’s soone nad 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 ti I see him, I’ll explain in detail," Chen Jing replied.
She was typing on the keyboard when soone 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 mont, 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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