Chapter 20

Along the coastline, a colossal hurricane surged in, and Isla Nublar was like a tiny leaf adrift in the sea, trembling and buffeted by wind and rain; the once rock-solid island began to shake, as if trembling in fear of the storm.

Ye Nan was about to continue his struggle with Grant, pushing harder to make Grant lose Ellie completely, when the sudden shaking interrupted him.

“This is Jurassic Park—we have advanced seismic dampeners. Why is it shaking?” Hammond slammed his cane down. “Someone! Someone! What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Hammond. It’s pouring outside, the wind is furious—no one can move outdoors. Everyone’s come inside.” A man in beige worker’s overalls and a hard hat spoke urgently, his body soaked—he’d clearly gone out to investigate.

“Heavy rain, fierce wind? Could it be a typhoon offshore?” Hammond murmured, puzzled. To know for sure what was happening outside, he’d need to go out himself—but he was just one man.

Little Godzilla had fallen completely silent inside Ye Nan’s travel bag, even trembling slightly, leaving Ye Nan disappointed.

“Beasts are still beasts—they instinctively fear nature’s wrath. I hope this hurricane passes quickly,” Ye Nan comforted himself. “When Little Godzilla grows to the size of its mother, it won’t fear hurricanes anymore.”

Godzilla’s imposing form from that day still burned vividly in Ye Nan’s memory—its massive body dwarfed even the tallest skyscrapers; steel-reinforced concrete shattered like foam beneath its strength.

It was beyond human capability—it was a pure humanoid nuclear bomb. Even a mutant like Spider-Man would be powerless before Godzilla.

Even now, recalling it sent chills down Ye Nan’s spine.

“Dear Ye, I’m afraid I can’t host you any longer. This sudden typhoon has cut off our way back—you’ll have to spend the night here,” Hammond said apologetically.

Ye Nan waved his hand. “Dr. Hammond, no need to apologize. Your dinosaur park has already given me countless thrills—I love it here. I’m only sorry we can’t stay longer. But we can still go tomorrow.”

Hammond smiled and immediately ordered several staff to close the doors tightly, keeping out wind and rain. But just then, the lights in the dinosaur park flickered and went out—plunging the entire facility into darkness.

“What’s happening?” Hammond roared. Problem after problem had stripped him of all dignity. Losing face was bad enough—but if Ye Nan began doubting his competence, or the safety of Jurassic Park, that would be utter ruin.

“The wind outside destroyed the power grid. We’re activating the backup generator,” a technician explained nervously.

“Useless! Get it done faster!” Hammond barked.

“Hey… Doctor, it’s just a natural disaster. No need to rage. You’re not young anymore—anger harms your health. If you fall ill, who’ll run Jurassic Park?” Ye Nan soothed calmly.

“Heh… I’ve lost my composure,” Hammond chuckled bitterly.

Grant and Ellie came upstairs. The sudden darkness below made them realize something was wrong, so they came up together—but when they arrived, Ellie clearly kept some distance from Grant.

“What’s going on, Hammond?” Grant asked. “Don’t you know I was in the middle of research? Why turn off the lights?”

“Heh…” Ye Nan looked at Grant and suddenly laughed. “Grant, have you lost your mind? This isn’t Dr. Hammond turning off the lights. Haven’t you looked outside?”

Ye Nan nodded toward the window. Grant and Ellie turned to look—and immediately saw violent winds outside. Tall, straight trees bent and snapped under the storm’s fury, bowing before heaven’s wrath.

Grant’s face darkened. He’d just come up and seen Ye Nan—his mood was foul, his mind clouded by anger—and he hadn’t even noticed the weather outside. Now, Ye Nan’s remark made him look petty and ungracious. But he wouldn’t admit it—he’d blame everything on Ye Nan.

“What’s so special about the view outside? Are you suggesting this wind could snap power lines?” Grant snarled.

He could no longer tolerate this brat named Ye Nan. He didn’t care if he was a genius—he knew kids were messy, reckless spenders, worthless trash.

“A typhoon’s blowing outside. Its winds are strong enough to snap power lines. My workers are already starting the backup generator—it’ll be fixed soon. No need to worry,” Hammond said coldly. He suddenly wondered if bringing Grant here had been a mistake.

Grant was already at his wit’s end, yet he’d come here to challenge a billionaire like Ye Nan—and now he was venting his rage on Hammond. Hammond thought Grant was utterly irrational.

“No wonder so many people stopped funding you. Your foul temper must be quite the attraction,” Hammond thought, shaking his head, resolved to get rid of Grant as soon as possible.

“Maybe it’s not a typhoon. Maybe it’s a tornado. Maybe a hurricane. Who knows?” Ye Nan shook his head, watching the window, thinking inwardly: “After today, you can slaughter freely.”

In the original Jurassic Park plot, when the hurricane arrived, the dinosaurs broke free from their enclosures and became the island’s undisputed masters. At that moment, Ye Nan could release Little Godzilla to begin his hunt.

Though his arrival had caused minor deviations in the plot, the overall course of events showed no sign of having changed because of him.

Little Godzilla seemed to sense Ye Nan’s mood—it let out a low growl from inside the bag. Its earlier fear vanished, replaced by an excited tremor. It was desperate to get out—when that time came, it would truly be the sky boundless for birds to fly, the sea vast for fish to leap.