Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

The door was hastily closed, and the hurried footsteps faded into the distance, disappearing completely at the end of the corridor, leaving the room silent once more.

Su Yuyang's expression remained unchanged. He plopped down on the edge of the bed, his gaze suddenly turning sharp and cold as he swept over every corner of the guest room.

My gaze quickly swept over the bottled water on the table, the meal replacement biscuits piled up in the corner, and the scattered portable snacks, finally settling on an extremely hidden corner in the ceiling.

The location was dimly lit and nestled against the corner of the wall, so ordinary people would never notice it, yet it concealed a subtle, reflective movement.

Without any hesitation, Su Yuyang grabbed the small wooden stool next to the bed, swung it with all his might, and smashed it hard into that hidden corner.

boom!

A dull thud suddenly rang out, the corner of the wall cracked slightly, and a pinhole miniature camera detached and fell straight to the ground.

Su Yuyang patiently dialed the local public security bureau, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Before long, a rapid knocking sound rang out on the door.

Su Yuyang casually opened the door, sat down on the corner of the bed, and coldly looked at the hotel manager and the security guard behind him with a sullen expression.

Before the security guard could even begin questioning him, Su Yuyang recounted in detail the woman's unauthorized intrusion, her deliberate setup, and her secret plot.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed to the miniature camera that had fallen to the corner of the wall and said coldly.

"I need a reasonable explanation."

The hotel manager's expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly waved his hands to explain, desperately trying to distance himself from the situation.

"Sir, this was absolutely not arranged by the hotel! We were completely unaware of it. This is a malicious frame-up, and it has absolutely nothing to do with our hotel. We are the victims!"

This excuse was hollow and perfunctory, and Su Yuyang didn't bother to look at him at all. He turned his head and stared straight at the portly security guard.

"Enough with the nonsense. I need you to retrieve the entire hotel corridor surveillance footage and find out exactly how this woman bypassed the access control and broke into my private room."

The portly security guard's eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to exchange a glance with the hotel manager. The two lowered their voices and quickly exchanged a few words in broken Thai.

Su Yuyang glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and noticed the unspoken understanding between the two, clearly indicating that they had secretly planned their story.

A moment later, the security guard slowly turned his gaze back, helplessly shrugged at Su Yuyang, and looked powerless.

"I'm so sorry, the surveillance equipment in this hotel corridor suddenly malfunctioned and broke down last night."

Furthermore, the hotel reports that they suspect you privately invited that woman to provide nighttime services.

Hearing these words that distorted the truth and maliciously framed him, Su Yuyang's eyes turned cold, and an uncontrollable anger surged in his chest.

However, he did not get angry and argue on the spot, intending to resolve the matter through normal channels, but it seems that this is not possible.

Su Yuyang sighed softly. The most important thing right now is not to get entangled in arguments and waste time here.

He needs to quickly prepare sufficient compressed dry rations and clean drinking water in the real world, and rationally eliminate various supplies to take them to the wasteland world.

Su Yuyang suppressed his anger, his expression returning to indifference, and refused to waste any more words arguing with the two. He casually picked up the simple backpack from the bedside table, slung it over his shoulder, and turned to walk straight towards the guest room door.

Just before stepping out of the room, he paused slightly, subtly glancing back to memorize the faces of the hotel manager and the security guard.

Watching Su Yuyang walk away, the hotel manager breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to hand a high-end cigarette to the portly security guard beside him.

He lit the fire himself, his face plastered with a fawning and grateful smile, and whispered his thanks in Thai, thanking the other party for helping him resolve the trouble.

Outside the corridor, the hustle and bustle of the city hits you.

Su Yuyang walked out of the hotel and stood on the bustling street, waving to a ride-hailing car parked on the side of the road.

Hearing the driver's broken Chinese, Su Yuyang politely said, "Driver, go directly to Yaohuali Road."

The driver nodded quickly, saying, "No, no problem~ I drive very steadily, especially fast!"

The car drove through the bustling city, with a constant stream of traffic. The hot, humid air from the tropics kept pouring in through the gaps in the windows, but thankfully the air conditioning was working well.

About half an hour later, the ride-hailing car came to a steady stop at the intersection of Yaohuali Road.

As Su Yuyang pushed open the car door and stepped out, the familiar aura surrounding him made him momentarily lose his sense of reality.

At that moment, he felt as if he were not in a foreign country, but rather in a bustling old street in his own country, and a sense of peace and security welled up in his heart.

The loud shouts of vendors, the urgent honking of private cars, and the roaring engines of motorcycles on the street all mingled together and flooded my ears.

Su Yuyang looked up and saw that the street was crowded and bustling, with buildings standing close together on both sides.

The signs of gold shops, time-honored pharmacies, and established jewelry stores are piled up and squeezed together, forcibly squeezing out narrow passageways.

On the mottled wall, neat Chinese signs and crooked Thai signs are interspersed, old and new marks are intertwined, and the traces of time are etched on the wall.

Su Yuyang's gaze slowly swept over the flow of people coming and going on the street. The pedestrians along the street were walking in a hurry, most of them wearing flip-flops as they moved back and forth.

The rich, oily aroma of freshly stir-fried kueh teow wafting from the stall at the alleyway next to him made Su Yuyang's nose twitch slightly.

His gaze fell back on the gold shop facing the street. The half-closed glass door swayed gently in the wind, and the figures of the shop assistants inside paced back and forth, their outlines clearly visible.

Su Yuyang, dressed in a simple casual short-sleeved shirt and shorts, blended into the crowd without drawing attention.

He quickly glanced around, discreetly assessing the surrounding road conditions and potential hazards, then stepped forward and walked straight towards a medium-sized gold shop on the side of the street with a relatively low volume of customers.

Looking up at the entrance, the three gilded characters of "Da Jin Hang" are eye-catching, with the corners exuding the retro feel of an old-fashioned shop.

Su Yuyang took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, raised his hand to push open the revolving door, and strode into the store.

The powerful cold air from inside the door instantly swept over my body, efficiently dispelling the heat and stickiness that clung to me, leaving me feeling instantly refreshed.

Before he could take in the store's furnishings, a middle-aged man dressed in a neat dark Tang-style short-sleeved shirt quickly approached, his attitude polite yet distant.

"Sir, how may I help you?"

Hearing the thick Chaozhou-accented Mandarin, Su Yuyang felt a special sense of familiarity.

However, he remained calm and stated his purpose directly: "I want to sell a small amount of gold to raise funds."

The man understood immediately and, without asking any further questions or engaging in idle chatter, turned to the side and gestured to lead Su Yuyang to a quiet corner of the counter near the window.

Avoiding the flow of customers in the store, he gestured in a low voice, "Sir, don't worry, it's very safe here. You can just take the goods out for inspection."

Su Yuyang casually rummaged through his backpack for a moment with one hand on the outside, and took out an irregular gold nugget with rough edges and a solid texture.

This is a small sample that he specially chiseled from a large piece of gold with a fire axe in an abandoned shelter in the wasteland. It is of moderate weight and will not attract covetous eyes.

This small amount of gold was just enough to cover the travel expenses and the cost of purchasing supplies, a safe and discreet approach.

Looking at the gold, which was roughly the size of an adult's thumb, the man in the gold shop glanced at the piece of gold, which had no regular craftsmanship and a raw, unrefined texture. His brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, and he professionally asked to verify its value.

"Sir, we need to verify proof of purchase before selling gold. Do you have the corresponding purchase invoice?"