CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: POWER OUTAGE

Half past five in the afternoon,

Hotel reception.

"You’ve made a mistake calculating. How can you charge me for two days? I only stayed one day, and I’m not sleeping here tonight!" a middle-aged man argued with the receptionist.

"Sir, according to regulations, after noon it automatically counts as the next day. Moreover, it’s already half past five, and you’re only now checking out, far exceeding the stipulated time." the receptionist hurriedly explained.

"What a ridiculous rule! I haven’t even used the room, yet I have to pay? And a small hotel like this, could it even be fully booked?" The middle-aged man slapped the table hard, making a loud noise, his emotions stirred.

Facing this potentially violent guest, the receptionist felt a bit scared and quickly explained carefully:

"Sir, it’s really not possible. Even if I wanted to refund you, the guest room system automatically counts the next day; I can’t personally cover the costs for you."

"Don’t try to fool me, as if I don’t understand these things. It’s just a matter of adjusting. If you can’t decide, then call your boss or manager!"

...

At this moment, the hotel’s glass door was pushed open, and a teenager walked in slowly.

The middle-aged man heard the sound, instinctively turned his head and glanced. It was a somewhat handsome, young teenager, wearing crumpled and dirty clothes, with patches of black and white, as if he had rolled in the mud.

The most amusing part was that despite his age, he carried a briefcase, mimicking an adult.

However, for some unknown reason, watching his expressionless face and his steady steps made the man a little nervous; he didn’t dare to breathe heavily.

"Hey handsome, you’re back!" the receptionist greeted the teenager warmly.

The formerly expressionless teenager immediately smiled: "Busy? Tomorrow or the day after I might have a package arriving. Can I trouble you to sign for it?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Then I’m going back to my room."

The teenager glanced at the middle-aged man and continued walking up the stairs.

As soon as the teenager left, the middle-aged man felt instantly relieved, although the interruption had dissipated much of his previous dissatisfaction and anger.

...

This teenager is, of course, Chen Shouyi.

Upon returning home, he took off his clothes and trousers and went to the bathroom for a shower.

He held a towel and wiped his hair in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had a slim, tight muscular physique, with smooth lines and not a trace of excess fat.

Even the muscles at the ribs, back, and neck, which are hard to train, stood out one by one.

With a gentle movement, his muscles rolled like mercury,

"The skin seems even better." Chen Shouyi examined his increasingly smooth and radiant skin, furrowing his brow slightly.

It’s not that he’s unhappy; who wouldn’t want good skin?

The problem is the time frame for his initial excuse for leaving home has mostly passed, and explaining it is still a problem.

Whatever, there’s still a few days left. I’ll think of an explanation then.

...

He changed into clean clothes, opened his briefcase, and released the Shell Lady, who immediately demanded to watch cartoons once the tape on her mouth was removed.

Habit is a formidable force. Initially, the Shell Lady used to be furious for half a day when tied up, but now she’s long since grown accustomed to it.

Chen Shouyi turned on the TV and switched to cartoons, and then ignored her.

Subsequently, he took out his phone, logged into Weapon Treasure, while silently analyzing the situation of the Barbarian Tribe near the island.

At the end of today’s battle, the Barbarian’s morale suddenly plummeted, and they fled, clearly frightened by him.

Plus, the death of the Barbarian Clan Leader.

Under normal circumstances, the Barbarian’s tribe should experience chaos for a while.

Even if a new leader is elected immediately, due to inadequate prestige, organizing another war in the short term would be impossible.

This means that the island’s Spatial Passage, though exposed under the Barbarian’s sight, is actually safe.

At least, it’s safe for a period of time.

This battle has greatly increased his confidence; as long as no more Barbarian Clan Leader-like individuals appear, with a War Bow in hand, a siege of this scale could result in many deaths.

With this in mind, he felt assured.

He swiftly searched using the keywords for arrows and filtered the results.

Soon, a list of shops appeared on the webpage.

Switching to a new phone resulted in much smoother performance, with no more frequent lags.

There were many types of arrows available.

Including Speed Arrows, Armor-Piercing Arrows, Spin Arrows, Heavy Arrows, Whistle Arrows, totaling over ten types.

Each type varied significantly in length, quality, and arrowhead.

For example, Spin Arrows had a small propeller-like blade at the tail; the arrowhead sacrificed a certain amount of speed for better stability, improving precision, and while spinning at high speed, also enhancing lethality.

Of course, even the same type of arrow can vary in appearance from different shops, resulting in significant price differences.

Fortunately, compared to the expensive War Bow, arrows were much cheaper.

The most expensive cost just over three hundred yuan apiece, easily affordable for him.

Chen Shouyi quickly ordered one hundred Speed Arrows, twenty Spin Arrows, and ten Whistle Arrows from a specialty store established by a renowned large cold weapon company.

Whistle Arrows emit an extremely sharp whistle during flight, not particularly deadly. The reason for purchase is Chen Shouyi believes this piercing sound could instill panic among the Barbarians.

The total cost was twenty-eight thousand yuan.

He willingly paid, as purchasing quality goods was essential for survival.

Just then, the room’s lights suddenly went out, and even the TV went black.

Power outage?

He couldn’t remember when the last power outage happened in Dongning City; it seemed it hadn’t occurred in a long time.

Before Chen Shouyi could wonder,

the Shell Lady was already pounding the pillow with her hands and shouting: "Prepared! Prepared! Prepared!"

Prepared my butt, it’s a blackout, don’t you see.

But apparently, for the Shell Lady, there seemed to be no concept of power outage in her mind.

"Stay here, don’t shout, and I’ll show you ’Prepared’ later," Chen Shouyi told the Shell Lady.

Without bothering about her dissatisfaction, he turned on his phone’s flashlight and prepared to ask at the reception.

Opening the door, he found that a few people had already come out into the corridor.

"I just checked, the entire outside is out of power. Was there a power outage notice for Dongning City today?"

"Never heard of it, maybe the lines aged."

"Forget it, may as well go to bed early!"

"It’s still early, just seven o’clock, can you sleep?"

Listening to the conversations, Chen Shouyi stopped.

It seems that there really was a blackout.

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