Chapter 382 - The Immigration Office

Sasquatch looked up at the big immigration office in front of him. The immigration office was owned by the government so technically, Interpol could have contacted them directly for information about their employees, but clearly, it was hard to know who to trust these days, so Halia had asked Sasquatch to do some investigating on his own first.

Sasquatch walked into the busy office that was located in central Beijing and looked around. A young woman approached him and asked nervously, "Can I help you?"

Sasquatch was tall, burly, and he had a stern look on his face, so the woman felt a little intimidated. It wasn't the first time that Sasquatch received this kind of reaction. "I lost my passport, so I was wondering if I could speak to someone about it," he said calmly.

The young woman nodded her head and quickly led Sasquatch over to some counters. "You can speak to one of the people in this department. This is your number. They will call you when it is your turn," she said as she handed him a little slip with the number 108 on it.

Sasquatch thanked the woman and went to sit down.

He glanced up at the number screen to check how far in the queue he was: they were only up to 82! How long would he have to sit there? Government agencies were always slow, no matter where in the world one was.

He sat in the front row of the waiting area and scanned his eyes across the counters. There were 5 counters in total: 2 were being served by men and 3 were being served by women.

He wasn't actually there to get a new passport so he had no reason to just sit around and wait. He stood up, walked up to one of the women, and asked, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"

As he asked this, he glanced down at the woman's hands. The woman had long manicured nails like a witch, but no cuts on her hands. While the woman pointed to the left and said, "It's just down that corridor," he quickly took a look at the other women behind the counters.

One woman was writing something on a piece of paper with her smooth and delicate hands. Clearly, she was not the person he was looking for. The other woman was old and wrinkly with age spots, but she had no signs of cuts either. All three of these women had no cuts. In fact, it almost seemed like they had never even stepped foot into a kitchen or held a knife.

It was certainly comfortable to work for the government.

Furrowing his brows, he stepped away and began to walk down the corridor to the bathroom. Perhaps, he had been too simple-minded to think that a passport forger would be working in the passport department of the immigration office. Maybe, she worked in a different department.

He peeked into a few of the offices as he walked down the corridor. Some offices were occupied and they seemed to be discussing serious matters like visas and migration, others were either empty or the person inside was focused on their computer.

Just as he walked past one particular office, the door happened to open and a young woman stepped out. The woman seemed to be in a rush and accidentally ran into him. "Watch where you're going!" she said fiercely as she bent down to pick up some doc.u.ments that she dropped. Sasquatch looked down at the woman and lifted an eyebrow. He was just walking straight; she was clearly the one that ran into him. Why was she throwing the blame onto him?

"You're the one that ran into me," he said sternly. "I think you should apologize." Sasquatch had spent most of his life in the military and Interpol, so he was a straightforward person with a one-track mind. In his world, right was right, wrong was wrong. If someone did something wrong, they had to apologize.

The woman scoffed and stood up with an arrogant look on her face. "Why were you standing so close to my door? Look how wide the corridor is!" she said stubbornly, refusing to admit any wrongdoing.

Clearly, there was no such thing as customer service in the government departments. After all, they weren't selling anything. On the contrary, people came to them every day begging for help. So, this woman seemed to have a bit of a power trip.

Sasquatch glanced behind the woman to check the name on the office door: Lotus Li, HR manager.

"Ms. Li, if we were cars and you entered an intersection without looking when I was already driving through it, who do you think is at fault?" Sasquatch reasoned.

The woman rolled her eyes. "I don't have time for this," she sighed with annoyance. She then adjusted the glasses perched on her nose and started walking away.

That was when Sasquatch suddenly noticed that the woman was actually wearing gloves. Sasquatch glanced down at himself. Although it was the end of winter and the weather hadn't completely warmed up, he was only wearing a t-shirt and a light windbreaker. Was it that cold that she had to wear gloves? 

He suddenly felt the urge to remove her gloves and see if she was hiding any cuts underneath.

Sasquatch looked at the woman with suspicion and noticed she was also wearing a scarf. Without thinking, he tugged on the scarf and yelled, "Wait!"

The sudden tug caused the woman to stop in her tracks and lose her balance. Before she knew it, she began to stumble backwards. Unable to regain her balance, she closed her eyes and waited to feel the impact against the hard tiled floor.

But, to her surprise, a pair of strong muscly arms caught her. Lotus slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man. It was Sasquatch, he had caught her. However, her eyes quickly burned into a fiery rage, "Why did you suddenly pull me back like that? I could have fallen on the floor or choked! Were you trying to kill me?"

"Security!!!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.