Chapter 386: You Bastard, Kneel and Beg Me

a rich kid, he was too arrogant! This little devil actually dared to order me around!"Little imp, where are your parents"Look at him, such a handsome little master. He's so fair and cute. Zhu Xiaowei...When the power went out, the entire hotel lost its heating.

Continuing to stay in the hotel suite wrapped in blankets wasn't a solution, it wasn't warm enough. Qiao Bao'er gathered all her warm blankets, clothes, socks, hats, etc., and they walked down the stairs to the first-floor lobby.

Lu Qinan felt that as a grown man, wrapping himself in a big white down comforter and walking like that, he must have looked very comical.

He still had the mood to turn his head and say to Qiao Baier, "Do you have battery on your phone Take a picture of me. If I can get out of this hellhole alive, I'll definitely frame it..."

"We can't leave here, can we"

Pei Yi was held by his father, his small body buried in the down comforter, with only his little head poking out. His eyes were filled with a hint of panic as he looked at Lu Qinan.

It takes some time and effort to go from the 12th floor down to the lobby, Qiao Baier was already a bit tired. Seeing that Lu Qinan was actually scaring the child, she said, "Don't mind this ostrich." She reached out and unceremoniously patted him on the head.

Lu Qinian hugged him from behind, howling dramatically, "Oh, my head hurts... Qiao Baier, I can't do this anymore. You have to carry me down, you're responsible!"

Originally trapped in the hotel, with no electricity, no light, and no heating, everyone's mood was very low. As they walked down the stairs, Qiao Bao'er continued to tease Lu Qinan, and Pei Haoran and the others chuckled behind them.

Even if we are stuck in the hotel, it's not a big deal, just wait.

When Qiao Bao'er and the others finally reached the first-floor lobby, they could still hear the commotion from afar. Such an environment made it really difficult for everyone to calm down, and the wind and snow outside were still howling.

They appeared at the foot of the stairs, wrapped in down jackets, and the others looked over at Qiao Bao'er and them.

The crowd immediately began to murmur softly, and several people even rushed up the stairs, probably wanting to follow Qiao Baier and the others back to their suite to get blankets, at least for some warmth.

Then at the top of the stairs, you could hear a heated discussion, "The electronic lock is dead, how do we open the door to get the blanket..."

< Qiao Bao'er said she is not a saint, and she couldn't possibly go smashing doors for these strangers. >

To keep warm, everyone finds their own way.

Pei Haoran chose a corner spot, and several of them sat huddled together. Qiao Baier, wearing the cold-resistant clothes she had received earlier, gave her blanket to Zhu Xiaowei and got up to walk into the crowd.

Under the crystal chandelier in the center of the hotel lobby, there stood a tall and thin foreign man at a round marble table.

This man doesn't seem to be particularly afraid of the cold. He's wearing just a shirt, trousers, and a coat. He shouts to the crowd, "Please quiet down everyone."

Everyone hopes to leave here peacefully, so we must unite and cooperate with each other.

"All the healthy men, please stand up. We need some of you to reinforce the windows and doors against the wind and snow coming in. We also need to find all the wood we can find that is combustible, and start a fire..."

This man's voice was very distinctive, with a bit of a raspy quality. Although he was speaking English, it sounded somewhat awkward, as if his native language wasn't English.

His voice had a seductive quality, like that of a born leader, his words easily eliciting obedience.

The only wish of the passengers in the lobby on the first floor was to leave safely, and it seemed they agreed with what the man had said, quickly cooperating by checking the doors and windows around them.

They set fire to the surplus chairs and tables at the hotel, creating a large bonfire in the center that illuminated the dim lobby, giving people a sense of security.

Making a fire indoors is very unsafe, but now there's no other way. The power is out and we have to use this primitive method to keep warm.

Jo Bao'er, reflecting the flickering flames in the center of the hall, narrowed her eyes and scrutinized the man intently. He seemed familiar.

Qiao Baobao suddenly realized. She remembered that day when she first arrived at the ski resort, this man had taken a picture of her with his DSLR camera.

The photographer on stage reacted very quickly, he turned his head and looked straight at Qiao Bao'er.

The flame flickered dimly, making it hard for Qiao Bao'er to make out the man’s expression. But she was certain that his gaze when he looked at her was sharp and unfriendly. A smirk played on his thin lips as he seemed to be eagerly anticipating a show.

He asked her in a tone, "Are you afraid"

Qiao Baoer was stunned for a moment, she wondered if she had read it wrong.

"Don't throw plastic in there, it produces toxic gas." someone warned.

A stunning woman in her 30s suddenly burst into tears, "When will someone finally come to save us"

She was helping drag a large wooden table, unable to stop her tears as she cried out, "The people down in the village have no idea we've lost power here. They might be delayed, possibly not coming for a whole week! We can't last that long; there aren't enough pieces of furniture to keep us warm."

No one answered her.

Everyone is feeling anxious and uneasy.

Most passengers were cooperative, venting their anger on the hotel. They yanked thick curtains and expensive wooden furniture from the walls and threw them into the fire.

Because the hotel is built on a mountaintop, there are no natural gas pipelines, and it uses liquefied petroleum gas instead. With no electricity, luckily, there is still some liquefied gas available to cook hot meals.

The hotel's cooks also knew that with the current weather, there was nowhere to escape. Seeing everyone so united and cooperative, they readily prepared dinner for everyone.

Unlike their usual refined dining experiences in restaurants, this night they were huddled together on the floor, each with a bowl of hot soup in their hands, slurping it down greedily around the bonfire. They had forgotten all about proper table manners.

"Eat more."

"Don't worry too much about the food, I went to the kitchen and their ingredients are very plentiful."

Everyone was eating quietly, their stomachs warm and at least their spirits less tense. Then sounds of a fight came from the hotel manager's office.

Some people craned their necks to look, and Qiao Baier and Lu Qinian immediately stood up.

Two figures were grappling in the manager's office, throwing punches at each other. "Damn you!" one of them roared angrily.

Soon after, a burly man charged in and quickly settled the fight. Anta was dragged out with a swollen face and bruises.

"As the head of the hotel, he tried to slip away on the cable car. That selfish jerk wants to leave us behind," one man snarled.

Everyone in the hotel started to clamor when they heard this.

Before Anta and Xia Chui Xue's plan to leave early privately was discovered by the guests, everyone was very angry.

Anta, facing the torrent of insults from everyone, didn't seem to have a shred of shame. Instead, he retorted defiantly, "You bunch of lowlifes."

Anta caused public outrage, many people disliked him and rushed forward to hit him.

Lu Qinan's expression was very annoyed, "I wish I had let him freeze to death on the cable car."

Fearing the public's wrath, Anta also panicked and hurriedly ran into the kitchen to hide.

"You cannot lock the storage room for ingredients."

"I'm the manager of this hotel, I call the shots. These lowlifes dare to hit me When they want their next meal, they'll have to beg me. I want them all to kneel down, or I won't give them a single bite."

Anta, enraged and embarrassed, locked the pantry where the kitchen supplies were kept. It was a large steel lock that could only be opened with an electric saw or laser; no human could open it. He took the only master key.

The few chefs in the kitchen who knew about it all looked terrified, exchanging nervous glances. None of them dared to tell anyone outside just yet; it would surely cause an uproar.ching environment is not the best, but it is at least a city-level key school.They're obsessed with comparing their city's economy, education, and healthcare to the neighboring city, constantly puttin...