Heath's curry chicken sold quickly. Although there weren't all that many people in the shelter, they had no trouble finishing off his bucket of curry chicken. His price proved popular with quite a few people, too. Some even said it tasted better than the curry chicken sold in Fuchsia City, which wasn't any cheaper, either. Heath didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that. When he had raised his price by one dollar earlier, he had wondered whether it was the right thing to do, but things hadn't turned out as he had expected. On the contrary, his price could be considered a real bargain. He had raised it by a dollar, but for these people, it was actually cheaper and better value than what they had paid before.
The first night before the typhoon arrived slowly passed after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill. Heath slept soundly that night. After all, he didn't have to get up early the next day, and he had specifically told Zoroark and the others that. As a result, they planned to stay up all night playing a recently released game. Heath felt like laughing, but he said nothing. Tomorrow would probably be much the same anyway, and whether he could actually do business would depend on the circumstances. After all, the League provided food, so not many people would come to him for meals.
The next morning, Heath woke up very early. He had been sleeping, but there was no helping it-the howling wind outside had actually startled him awake. He yawned, climbed out of bed, then pushed open the window to take a look. Day had broken outside the shelter, yet it almost seemed as though it hadn't. The wind was howling outside the window, rattling even the