Chapter 68: Passport (1/2)

“Lei Yin, what purpose did you bring us to this place?” Alice puzzlingly asked.

After having dinner, Masashi took them to a slum area.

“Young lady, your too quick to forget, your passport has been taken by those guys from a while ago, how can you board a plane without it?”

“But do we have enough time?” the mixed-race woman then remembered about the problem.

“As long as you have money, we’ll be just in time. Wait inside, do not speak, let me handle everything.” Masashi took them to the front of a bar.

Going inside, a deafening music could be heard. Laser lamp in the dark, and a very large group of young people dancing energetically.

Alice previously often go to bars to play, so she’s accustomed to this kind of atmosphere. But Amy turned pale as she was scared of the loud noise.

“Don’t be afraid, kid, just cover your ears.” Seeing this, Masashi had carried her into his arms to comfort her.

Like a little bunny, Amy immediately shrinks into Masashi’s chest, as she also tightly covers both of her ears.

“Let’s go.” Because it was too noisy, Masashi had to make a gesture to go.

Alice nodded and followed him.

Walking into a box, they closed the door, and suddenly, it became really quiet.

“Both you want?” Because the two didn’t have the appearance of a Nepalese people, the waitress very tensely spoke a few simple English words.

“Get your manager to come here,” Masashi said something in Nepal, and then easily gave her 50 rupees.

“Thank you, I’ll call the manager right away, please wait.” After having a deal with the waitress, she curtsied and walked out.

Not long after, a thirty-year-old youth came.

Like all young men, his first reaction was to look at the beautiful mixed race beauty, then looked at the ordinary faced Masashi.

“Hello, I’m the manager here, why are you looking for me?”

“Our passports were accidentally lost, you, if you file a replacement, it would take a long time, but we have something urgent to do so we immediately need to return home. So I would like to ask if you know someone that can get us a passport in a short amount of time.” Masashi said to get right to the point.

“This….” The manager hesitated as he looked at him.

“Money is not a problem, as long as it’s fast enough.” Masashi took out a hundred-dollar bill placing it on the table.

“You really want to get a passport?” The manager momentarily looked at the bill then immediately looked again at Masashi.

“I said, money isn’t a problem.” Masashi put down another bill.

“This is….” The manager had a very embarrassed look.

Masashi without saying anything put one more down.

“But….”

“That was the last one, if not, then we’ll have to find someone else.” Masashi was obviously rich, but he didn’t like being taken advantage of.

“You come with me.” The manager saw that he couldn’t squeeze any more oil, so he had to give up.

The young manager took the three out of the bar and later went to a dark and dirty alley, turning left, right, and afterward turned around. Finally, the manager came to a stop in front of a broken house.

The manager knocked on the door for a while, immediately a burst of condemning footsteps can be heard coming from inside.

“Bastard, calling this old ghost after midnight.” Opening the door, a bald man forty or fifty years-old came out.

“Why curse, old ghost? I brought you guests.”

“Guests?” The Oldman warily looked behind the manager to Masashi and Alice.

“Let’s go talk about it inside.” Said the manager.

The old man thought for a moment, but in the end, let them in.

Seeing that it was a dark room, Alice couldn’t help but a little bit worriedly look at Masashi.

Masashi shook his head to her, and then went ahead inside as he held Amy in his arms. As Alice only followed them inside.

After the Oldman had turned on the light, Alice found that the house was actually much more spacious than it looks from the outside. The house was very messy. The place was filled with some white paper and transparencies scattered everywhere.

The old man in front of Masashi and Alice said: “What do you want me to make? A passport?”

Masashi nodded, “can you let me look at the samples?”

“Ok.” The old man walked into the room, and after a while, came out of the room holding several passports.