"Call me Mamba Viper"

White Whale City, Bartak was here, and so was Diema.

Counting Jonathan himself, there were at least three players in this city.

White Whale City was not a good place to survive and was too chaotic. Diema was a celebrity, and her safety was guaranteed because even if she appeared, she would probably be in the perpetual daylight district where the wealthy upper-class people lived. The perpetual night district wouldn't work; without enough power, she'd have to live looking over her shoulder.

Jonathan crumpled the poster he picked up and threw it in a trash can, avoiding the roadside surveillance to find a suitable means of transportation.

It was now half past ten in the morning, and fewer pedestrians were on the road. His drop-off point was at the city outskirts checkpoint, twenty kilometers to Black Street. White Whale City was a big city, and Black Street was in the central area of the perpetual night district.