Chapter 1484 - 444: [Chaos Unfolds]

Chapter 1484: Chapter 444: [Chaos Unfolds]

Chapter 444 [Chaos]

Half an hour later, Chen Yan had basically exhausted what this guy could say, and Chen Yan was too lazy to listen further—because this guy started repeating circular talk, with a mysterious expression while evasively speaking.

If it continued, this guy would probably begin fabricating stories for the "informant fee."

After returning to the room, Chen Yan only took a brief rest, and soon, someone came to find him.

A few local police officers arrived, accompanied by hotel staff and two hotel security personnel.

Little Haid was the one who opened the door.

After Haid opened the door, he argued with them for a few minutes, drawing Chen Yan over.

Outside the door stood a guy with brown skin, dressed in a police uniform which was quite sharp, asking in awkward English:

"We heard from the hotel that among the occupants of this room, there is a yellow-skinned Asian."

Chen Yan coldly replied, deliberately roughing his voice: "Fuck! Do I fucking look like an Asian to you?"

The policeman was taken aback.

He then looked awkwardly at the hotel staff beside him.

The hotel staff looked embarrassed too, holding a booklet, quickly flipping through it and stammering, "Yesterday, during check-in, it was registered under this room, but... no guest name was recorded. Uh... you know, our hotel here never registers traveler information; as long as you can pay, that’s fine."

"Then how did you tell me this room was occupied by a yellow-skinned Asian?" the policeman asked, looking displeased.

The hotel person hesitated for a moment: "Someone saw indeed yesterday a yellow-skinned person coming in and out of the hotel, walking alongside these little servants. Oh yes, they came in an RV, and it’s still parked at the hotel entrance!

Moreover, the one who checked in at the reception and paid yesterday was this little servant."

While speaking, the hotel person pointed to Haid.

This time, without waiting for Chen Yan to hint, the quick-witted Haid immediately reacted—the conversation between the police and the hotel staff was in the local language, which Haid understood.

Haid immediately shouted: "The master I serve has always been this white gentleman!! Are your eyes blind? Can you not distinguish between a white man and a yellow man? My master is a big shot; you are now disturbing my master’s rest!"

This made both the police and the hotel staff confused.

Made an error?

There could be such a possibility. After all, in a hotel with so many people coming in and out daily, there are blacks, whites, and yellows. Mistakes in seeing or remembering could happen.

Standing at the door beside Haid, his "master" was clearly a white man!

Moreover, in this rundown little city, this hotel doesn’t even have basic traveler registration; as long as you can afford it, you can stay.

Are you expecting surveillance in this kind of place??

The policeman took a deep breath, his eyes filled with frustration and puzzlement.

He was already filled with anger. Earlier today, during the firefight, four policemen died, causing a disturbance in the North District, leading him to be summoned by the city’s big shots to the City Government, and berated for half an hour in the meeting room.

Now running here to investigate clues, seeking the Asian pursued by those fanatics from the South District, the result is that apparently, following the lead here, this person is not Asian, but a white man!

Misremembered? Mistaken identity?

What the hell is this?

The policeman looked at Chen Yan, who looked displeased.

The policeman cleared his throat: "Well, sir, I need to see your documents."

"Fuck you!" Chen Yan directly cursed at him, pointing at the guy’s nose and swearing: "Isn’t it a rule here that you never check travelers’ documents?! Why do you want to check mine!

Is this discrimination against me personally, or against my skin color?

This is blatant discrimination!! Blatant discrimination against white people?!

I’m an American!! Our country’s military base is right at the Black Sea; you bastards here discriminating and harassing an American citizen—are you asking to be hit by Tomahawk cruise missiles? Fuck!

Get lost! I serve the United States XX Mining Company; you can’t afford to mess with me!"

XX Mining Company is a name Chen Yan fabricated on the spot.

After saying that, Chen Yan unceremoniously spat on the ground. Then, in front of a few people, he slammed the door shut with a bang.

The door almost hit the policeman’s nose.

"......"

"......"

The policeman’s face looked extremely grim!

Hell! So damn arrogant! So damn outrageous!!

Is being an American that impressive!!

The policeman wanted to curse but ultimately held back.

If it were an ordinary American, perhaps it wouldn’t be a big deal; one could be dealt with easily as a regular tourist.

But an American tourist who can afford to stay in the most expensive suite, who knows what identity or background he has; maybe he really can’t afford to offend, and perhaps even the mayor can’t afford it.

After all, the guy mentioned some mining company.

In this day and age, who knows what kind of background Americans doing mining business in Africa have?

Even the official U.S. background isn’t the scariest; the scariest are those lawless mining companies, all of which have their armed forces. If you truly anger them, maybe a team of "Black Water" mercenaries will come to face you with gunfire...