Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 91 The Inn, Ain

"No, you guys are planning to take me straight into the volcano!" Qi Hao's tone was unusually agitated, his brows furrowed, which startled the big guy and the others, who quickly tried to explain.

"No! No! Brother, calm down. There's a hotel located inside, with a sauna and hot springs," the big guy said, while the short guy chimed in.

Qi Hao sensed something was wrong. His eyes widened slightly, a blue light emanating from them, and a cold feeling emerged, suppressing his burning desire.

"Wow, our benefactor has superpowers too." The big guy and the short guy exchanged a glance; their benefactor had quite a lot of abilities.

"It was my fault just now. It's too hot here, and a certain property of mine was triggered." Qi Hao didn't put on airs; he had actually startled the other person.

[(Heh) System! You'd better explain to me why this is happening!]

"(?.?) I've said it before, the Burning Soul works like this: normally you have your own built-in air conditioning, but now you're in a volcano. Unless you actively use your ability, you'll definitely be affected."

"Damn, passive skills actually need to be manually canceled." Qi Hao covered his face with one hand. This is going to be tough.

Qi Hao then signaled the two of them to continue leading the way, and continued to use his abilities to suppress the Burning Soul along the way.

Soon, Qi Hao actually arrived at a hotel. The hotel's high-powered air conditioning helped Qi Hao relax, as using his abilities continuously was very tiring.

"Why do I feel cooler around my benefactor than in an air-conditioned room?" The big man looked at the small man with a puzzled expression, and the small man nodded noncommittally.

"Our benefactor, there's nothing more we can do to help. Big Guy and I don't know the specifics of the Green Demon either. So we'll be leaving now. If you want to ask, you can ask the landlady here." The short man explained the situation to Qi Hao, who didn't stop him and watched as the short man pulled Big Guy away.

Qi Hao looked around. Although it was a hotel, there were almost no people, only Qi Hao and the staff at the front desk.

A man named Qi Hao came to stay at the hotel.

"Dude, how much is a night at this hotel?" Qi Hao walked to the front desk, and the clerk expressionlessly picked up a form and handed it to Qi Hao.

"One thousand yuan a day." The waiter spoke politely and professionally.

Qi Hao took it and examined it closely. Then, upon hearing what the waiter said, he was utterly astonished: "(д) ?? Holy crap, this is ridiculous! One W a day? Even though it includes three meals, it doesn't have to be this expensive, does it? Are your walls made of gold, or your floor?"

"Look around, where are the hotels? We're the only one here. You think it's too expensive, and so do I." The waiter's words were arrogant, but his tone was gentle. This time, his professional ethics were off track.

"Pick one for me. (A room)" Qi Hao said with a smile, handing the watch back to Qi Hao.

"Okay." The waiter took the form, glanced at it, and then looked at Qi Hao. "How about this one?"

He pointed to a single room, probably realizing that Qi Hao was alone.

"Do you guarantee this room will be comfortable?" Qi Hao asked calmly, leaning against the service counter.

"We run a hotel, why would we sell you a run-down room?" The waiter was amused, his tone full of laughter.

"I'm asking you, is this room comfortable?" Qi Hao's tone turned serious.

The waiter's hands stopped on the counter, and the atmosphere became tense: "Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? Do you want to leave?"

Seeing that the other person's tone was no longer stable, Qi Hao smiled and said, "If I find your room comfortable, I'll definitely stay here."

Then Qi Hao walked over to the waiter and asked, "What if he's not comfortable staying here?"

"If you're not comfortable, I'll dismantle it myself. Are you satisfied now?" The waiter's tone was confident, indicating his confidence in the hotel room.

He then operated the operation on the question, "One W per day, direct payment".

"How can this be enough for a whole day? There's something wrong with your calculation method," Qi Hao said, looking at him with a puzzled tone.

The waiter turned around and said, "Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? Do you want it or not?"

Then he placed the room key in front of Qi Hao: "Do you want it?"

Qi Hao didn't answer, but pointed to the panel. The time calculation method, which stated that every day less than a certain amount would be calculated at 500 per hour, was written in a corner: "Skip calculation?"

The other person was completely unaware that there was a "danger" sign above their head and remained silent for a moment.

"Besides, you said it yourself, if the room wasn't comfortable, you dismantle it yourself, oh!" With that, Qi Hao picked up the key and opened the room at a speed that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"You're tearing down my room, aren't you!" the waiter shouted immediately, but Qi Hao rushed back in front of him and almost lost control, otherwise he would have really killed him.

"It's alright, the room should be quite comfortable." Qi Hao was somewhat satisfied. The room had everything he needed, but the price shouldn't be calculated like this.

However, the opponent was quite startled by Qi Hao's lightning-fast speed and shouted, "Sarilang! Sarilang!"

Qi Hao slapped him to calm him down. Luckily, there was air conditioning here, otherwise, under the side effects of the Burning Soul, he might really have died.

"Guests are welcome to scroll through the panel a few more times." A female voice came from upstairs. Qi Hao wondered who she was, but he still listened as she swiped the panel a few times.

Below is another clause: "Our store adopts a policy of refunding overpayment and charging underpayment. A minimum purchase of 10,000 is calculated as one day, and a minimum purchase of less than 10,000 is calculated as 500 per hour."

Okay, there's still money to be refunded, so it's fine.

"By the way, are you the boss's wife?" Qi Hao looked towards the stairs, where a woman in a white coat came down.

"Yes, let me introduce myself. My name is Ai Yin, and I'm the owner of the Volcano Hotel." The other person was polite and offered Qi Hao a chair.

Qi Hao sat down, and the proprietress sat opposite him, while the waiter withdrew.

"You're the one who created Angela?" Qi Hao felt like he was being entangled by something strange.

“Angela…” After a brief silence, she nodded to Qi Hao, “Yes, although it was just an accident, it is indeed a responsibility that I cannot face.”

"Forget it, I'm not Bina, I have no right to condemn you." With that, Qi Hao sent Song Chenggong's contact information to the other party.

"I'll stay here for now. If you have any expenses, just ask the principal for reimbursement. I need to ask you about something tomorrow, so I'll rest for today." With that, Qi Hao left the reception desk and went to his room.

Ain, however, remained silent with his head down, completely unconcerned about Qi Hao's request for Song Chenggong to reimburse him: "Is Bina out too?"

Before entering the room, Qi Hao said one last thing: "Avoiding won't solve the problem, it will only make it worse. You should go and talk to her alone."

Ain didn't respond, but silently walked to a large red tree behind the hotel, where an inconspicuous tombstone stood with the name Carmen written on it.

She crouched down, hugged her knees, and lowered her head: "Shall we talk alone? I don't even know how to face this."