The power outage had plunged the island into a primitive tribal state overnight.
Outside, a raging storm mixed with booming thunder made it seem like the apocalypse.
The wooden guest huts, with their thatch roofs, were swept by the fierce winds, all beginning to sway dangerously.
Crack, boom...
Some of the thatch huts could no longer withstand and began collapsing, planks swept into the air by the wind and crashing heavily to the ground.
The wind carried pebbles and various objects, which now pelted the living room, causing a cracking noise.
It was like a scene from a horror movie where the devil knocks on the window.
Several young girls, terrified, shuddered and clung to Xu Musen.
Truth be told, the ghastly weather outside was indeed frightening.
Being on an island only made it easier to think of the horror scenes from movies.
"I say, could you loosen your grip on me a bit, I'm gasping for air..."
Xu Musen took a deep breath.
