Chapter: 5938

Ye Cheng replied, "I'm at the White Gold Han Palace right now. Just come over."

About 10 minutes later, He Kexin rushed over.

When they met, she respectfully said to Ye Cheng, "Sir, everything is ready for your identity."

As she spoke, she pulled out a passport and handed it to Ye Cheng, saying, "This is a Malaysian passport. You can claim yourself as a Malaysian Chinese outside, with no entry record in the United States. This will also increase the security of this identity, so that no one can find out about your true identity."

Ye Cheng nodded slightly, took the passport and opened it to look at it. The photo was his own, but the name was Chen Ye, which is a combination of the two sounds in his name, many Chinese passports use this kind of name, not unusual.

Ye Cheng saw that the passport was well-made and couldn't help asking, "Is this passport real?"

As she spoke, she nodded and said, "This passport was obtained from the Malaysian Embassy in Malaysia. It's a real one."

Ye Cheng praised her, saying, "Your family in New York really has connections everywhere."

Fei Ke Xin smiled and said, "Since it's Mr. Ye's request, I'll naturally think of everything to satisfy."

As she spoke, she told Mr. Ye, "By the way, Mr. Ye, I've already arranged for someone from the immigration department to keep an eye on things. If you're ready, they will arrest you and accuse you of being an illegal immigrant involved in multiple thefts, and then quickly take you to Brooklyn Prison through internal channels. This kind of situation is very common in the United States, as there are too many illegal immigrants for regular procedures to handle."

Ye Cheng nodded and asked, "Can I go to Brooklyn Prison today?"

"Yes," she replied, nodding. "I just checked with my family's people inside. We can find someone who can help you quickly complete the prison procedure in Brooklyn Prison."

"But actually, the entire Brooklyn Prison is controlled by the Rockefeller family, and most of it is their eyes and ears. I'm afraid to stir up trouble, so I didn't let anyone know about Peter's business. However, if you need to know, I can have someone try."

Ye Cheng shook his head and said, "Let's not ask anymore. We don't want to spread rumors."

Fei Ke Xin asked again, "What are your plans for this stay? If you're done with your business and ready to leave, just give me a call. I'll have someone from the immigration department come to pick you up and take you back to Malaysia, and this way won't arouse suspicion."

"But actually, the entire Brooklyn Prison is controlled by the Rockefeller family, and most of it is their eyes and ears. I'm afraid to stir up trouble, so I didn't let anyone know about Peter's business. However, if you need to know, I can have someone try."

Ye Cheng shook his head and said, "Let's not ask anymore. We don't want to spread rumors."

Fei Ke Xin asked again, "What are your plans for this stay? If you're done with your business and ready to leave, just give me a call. I'll have someone from the immigration department come to pick you up and take you back to Malaysia, and this way won't arouse suspicion."

At noon, Ye Cheng was sitting alone at a Western-style cafe on Yiren Street, eating lunch when two immigration police cars suddenly stopped in front of the hotel without making a sound. The lights on their patrol cars flashed silently.

Ye Cheng took it all in but pretended not to notice and continued eating his meal with his head down.

At this moment, several police officers rushed in quickly, holding a photo and comparing it to the guests at the hotel. Then they suddenly rushed up to Ye Cheng and shouted loudly: "Are you Ye Cheng, who sneaked into the Northern Federation from Malaysia?"

Ye Cheng raised his head, innocently shaking his head: "No..."

The police officer then looked at the photo again and laughed coldly, saying to his colleague beside him: "That's him. Take him away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several police officers rushed up and handcuffed Ye Cheng's arms behind his back. Then they dragged him out of the hotel and stuffed him into the back seat of one of the police cars.

The police car honked all the way, heading straight to the immigration department. JrNovels.com