There was a fire in my heart that was instantly ignited by Chu Xiaoxiao’s words. If it wasn’t for the phone call, I would have wanted to strip her naked and do what needed to be done right now.
I was so angry that I punched the blanket: “Just tease me, or I’ll come back for you in a typhoon right now.”
“Hey, don’t mess around, I’m just kidding with you.” Chu Xiaoxiao put her heart in her mouth and panted, “What’s your hurry? I’ll be yours sooner or later.”
I lay on the bed and giggled, hugging the quilt in my arms as if it were Chu Xiaoxiao, wishing it was her I was hugging right now.
After a few more words with Chu Xiaoxiao, the signal stopped abruptly, and when I tried to call out again, my phone indicated that there was no signal.
I ran out of the room and saw Baldy and Lao Gan opening the door at the same time, probably because they were both out of signal.
Suddenly, I remembered that I still had Baldy’s mobile phone, so I said, “Baldy, wait a minute, I’ll give it back to you.
I was about to turn back to the room to get the phone for Baldy, but Baldy expressionlessly put his hand out of his sleeve and waved it at me, and his phone was clearly in his hand.
Holy Sh*t, when did he get it back?
No way, I was in my room all last night and he never came. As a special forces soldier, or a soldier in a reconnaissance company, I couldn’t have slept so hard that someone came into my room and I didn’t notice.
Without meaning to explain, Baldy walked past me and headed for the front desk.
I was dumbfounded there and Old Gump tugged me and asked me what was wrong. I then told Lao Gan about the phone.
Lao Gan also smacked his tongue: “That’s too sneaky! But young master, don’t you see that your friend is not an ordinary person? He …… looked around for a moment before continuing, “Did you see what he used to kill? I didn’t see a thing. What on earth did he use to kill someone, more accurate than a pistol!”
I was about as confused as Old Gump was, and I had been wondering since last night how Baldy had killed the Thai killer.
Baldy must have used something like a concealed weapon, but what kind of concealed weapon, that could punch through that killer’s temple with such precision even with that much wind? How strong must the hand that fired the concealed weapon have been?
Not to mention a concealed weapon, even a highly accurate pistol could not be that accurate from that distance and in that heavy wind and rain.
Moreover, after killing the killer, Baldy’s action of collecting the corpse and wiping the blood was too skilful, he looked more like a killer than the dead one.
This guy, what the hell is he?
“This guy can’t be considered my friend either, it was a coincidence that he saved me. Shhh, let’s mess with him less first.” I cautioned Lao Gan, lest he should offend this killing star.
But no sooner had I finished speaking than Baldy wandered back in his fat hip-hop outfit with that duck-tongued hat.
“The signal tower’s blown down.” Baldy said to me.
I let out a long sigh, “Hey, I don’t know when this weather will get better, so it looks like we’re stuck here for a few days.”
Baldy looked like he had nothing to do with it and while I was still talking, he left and went back to his room.
I was speechless for a moment, only to hear Old Gump pat me on the back and say, “That’s a good thing, it’ll buy us some time, get some rest while I go to the front desk and make some calls from the landline.”
That was all that could be done now, we couldn’t get out, and it was the same for Liu Rong. With a typhoon of this magnitude, the whole city of Tong would have to shut down, and Junran was no exception.
I had to watch TV on the hotel’s satellite TV.
After watching for a while, Lao Gan came back with a head full of bad luck and told me that I couldn’t make the limited calls either.
“The TV says this typhoon will take at least three days to end.” I said.
As soon as I said it, the satellite TV suddenly jumped and a blue screen popped up.
“Holy Sh*t no way!” I ran back to the TV and pressed the remote control, but it still showed no signal, no TV, no phone, no internet for three days, people must be bored to death.
But as the saying goes, no blessing comes without a curse.
Towards the end of the night, the typhoon managed to knock out the power lines and the whole hotel was plunged into darkness.
I was as good as dead by now, thinking that this would be the end of the line, but I didn’t expect, really didn’t expect, that even the water would stop for the night.
After a long day of boredom in the hotel, even Baldy couldn’t take it anymore and came out to hang around, and the three of us ran into each other again in the corridor.
I still remembered his smelly face during the day when he was so indifferent to people, so I deliberately teased him and said, “I thought you wouldn’t be bored.”
“I also thought you Special Forces could plop down in one place for three or four days.”
“Holy Sh*t, I was a Special Forces soldier, I wasn’t born a wooden man.”
Old Gump was a bit scared of Baldy and worried about us getting into a fight, so he came out to be the good old boy: “Well, well, it’s boring enough to be nestled in a room. I see someone in the lobby is playing poker with a lighted pull, want to come along?”
“Sure! Idle time.” I said excitedly.
When we were in the army, we played poker occasionally. I was a good poker player and could play a few hands of anything. Because I have a particularly good memory, I could remember platoons.
I didn’t expect that Baldy would follow suit, although the guy didn’t say anything, but I could tell he dared to be interested too.
There weren’t many people living in the small hotel, and now almost all of them were gathered in the lobby.
It wasn’t surprising, in this weather and with no water or electricity, being in the lobby with everyone was a lot safer than being alone in your room.
The hotel staff had lit a few candles in the room, barely proving that seven or eight people were gathered around a large table with two pull-ups stuck in it, which kept swaying from the wind blowing in through the cracks, but the people who were playing cards didn’t really notice this.
The three parties to the card game were a large man with complexion, a young woman, and a group of two boys, looking only 15 or 16 years old, probably not yet adults.
“Little brother, you have already won so much, but when you lose this hand, it will all be not yours.” The bearded man said, “Let’s forget it, you’ve already won enough if you stop now.”
The woman’s hand was a pile of bad cards, not worth mentioning. But the two boys’ hands were interesting, with three aces on the board, which, no matter how you looked at it, were more likely to win than the big man’s.
The young woman smiled and said, “Brother, there’s only one last ace on the deck, are you sure you can get it? The little brother over here can beat you with any card he gets. You’re afraid of losing yourself and you want to fool others into surrendering.”
The big man had a bitter smile on his face, “Little brother, big brother is really doing this for your own good.”
Old Gan whispered, “This big man will probably win, don’t look at the kids winning, but it really won’t do any good to keep going.”
But Baldy snorted coldly and said, “It’s the kids who have a better chance of winning at this poker game.”
Old Gan shook his head and said, “That’s only what it looks like. One’s luck is unstoppable when it comes, and even if the odds are good, it’s just a probability. It’s better not to lose than to win.”
