Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 449 - 429: Going Home

Chapter 449: Chapter 429: Going Home

Feng Biao was bewildered, elated, and more accurately, astonished.

How could fate change so abruptly and so drastically?

Before, he would toil miserably to earn just enough money for food, spilling blood for a meager living, seemingly making a lot, but when it was time to really use the money, why was his pocket still empty?

Feng Biao never did anyone wrong in his life, the only debt he owed was a life that he intended to repay with his remaining years, valuing his life at one million.

One million dollars was the price to repay his life debt, one million dollars to ensure a comfortable life for his brother’s widow.

But money, why was it so hard for him to earn?

However, these were all before Feng Biao inflicted a cut on his own leg.

More precisely, since meeting Gao Yi, Feng Biao suddenly found money so much easier to come by. Why?

He couldn’t understand it; previously, he risked his life to scrape together a living, and now, without doing anything, hey, he became a freaking millionaire.

How could he make sense of this?

Now he might as well try whether the road home was truly open. Though it was said to be fine, Feng Biao didn’t feel confident until he actually made it home.

He had arrived: the embassy.

Feng Biao quietly said to Lin Xianghua, "Wait for me outside for a bit, I’ll go and try."

He wasn’t sure why he felt uneasy, an unease that made him seek companionship. Gao Yi couldn’t show his face everywhere, so only Lin Xianghua could accompany him.

Lin Xianghua was equally out of sorts, not catching Feng Biao’s words until after a moment of stupor when he finally reacted, saying anxiously, "What did you say?"

"I said wait here for me. I’ll come out later, and we’ll go to the airport together. If I don’t come out, you tell the boss something has happened to me. Um, be careful, okay?"

After repeating his instructions to Lin Xianghua, Feng Biao stepped towards the embassy.

Who to look for? He couldn’t just walk in and meet an officer and say, "I’m Feng Biao, I want to apply for a passport."

Actually, Feng Biao had many names, a necessity for a mercenary to have several aliases, but when Feng Biao first started out, he was naïve and let people use his real name. By the time he knew to use aliases, it was too late.

Even trying to bluff with a false name was useless; now, with just a mention of his name, his place of origin and ID number were reported back to him. This meant there was no chance for a duplicate name; he was locked in directly.

Entering the embassy required an appointment, and Feng Biao had no form of identification. The passport he held was a U.S. passport arranged by Gao Yi. Could it be possible to replace a Northeastern University passport under such circumstances?

Nervous and anxious, he walked into the lobby and saw a middle-aged man in a suit idling about.

Feng Biao simply wanted to inquire where to apply for a replacement passport, so he approached the man in the suit, but before he could say anything, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Are you Mr. Feng?"

Feng Biao was internally shocked, but remained composed as he nodded and whispered, "Do you know me?"

"Knew you were coming, not exactly when, so I just waited here, didn’t wait long though."

The middle-aged man was neither overly polite nor distant, just very normal, very straightforward in exchanging a few words as if they were two acquaintances meeting.

"Come this way, it’s all prepared for you. Better to do it today, or else you’d have to wait till tomorrow."

Feng Biao was led by the man to a certificate processing window. He wasn’t sure if this was where people who lost passports did their replacements, but he noticed that other windows had queues, while the one he was brought to was closed for business.

Feng Biao whispered, "Isn’t this a visa application window? I don’t have a passport."

"Oh, just take a photo first, can’t proceed without one."

Feng Biao was led to the side of the window, and the middle-aged man instructed, "Stand against the wall."

Stunned, Feng Biao stood in front of the white wall as the man took a photo of him with a cellphone.

Instinctively feeling resistant, even fearful, as it had been a long time since Feng Biao had let someone take a picture of him like this.

The middle-aged man checked the photo on his phone, then approached Feng Biao, frowning, "Not a good look, straighten your collar and look more natural."

ID photos were always unflattering, but this time was different, there was an opportunity to retake it. But this was wrong, was it okay to use a photo taken with a cellphone?

Feng Biao was perplexed, but quickly stood in position again, this time with a hint of a smile on his face.

The man took another photo, then immediately nodded and asked, "Do you still have your ID card?"

Feng Biao helplessly whispered, "I lost it."

"Without an ID card, it’s difficult to proceed. Well, let’s have the local agent sort it out, wait a moment."

With no apparent action from the man, just while he was speaking, a staff member behind the visa counter suddenly took out a passport, opened it, and placed it into a machine.

There was a humming sound for a while, and then the staff member took out the passport and placed it into another machine.

With one print and one punch, Feng Biao saw a blank passport receive its number through holes punched on the visa page.

It was fast, really fast.

Then the staff member tossed the passport over. The attitude wasn’t great, but as Feng Biao shakily picked up the passport, he saw his own photo already printed on it.

"All done, go buy your plane ticket. There’s a flight today from Berlin to Jinmen, direct. Your ticket’s already been bought, take the passport to collect it. I’ve got things to do, can’t see you off, have a safe trip."

The middle-aged man extended his hand towards Feng Biao, who, still in a daze, shook it, and muttered, "The ticket’s been bought too?"

"Ah, bought already, safe travels, goodbye."

"Goodbye, goodbye..."

With passport in hand, Feng Biao watched the middle-aged man who picked him up turn and leave. He stood there stunned for a moment, then started to walk out with his passport.

"That’s it? The flight ticket is already bought?"

Overwhelmed and disoriented, Feng Biao saw Lin Xianghua waiting outside.

"That was fast, you’ve got your passport already? Let me have a look..."

Lin Xianghua snatched the passport from Feng Biao’s hand. He glanced at the red cover and whispered, "I should have asked the boss to get me one too, maybe it would have worked. Sooner or later, I need to switch to this passport, I’m really envious."

In the past when Feng Biao had ventured out, he never thought his passport would be envied, but now, he felt it was natural for Lin Xianghua to be envious.

"Work hard, show good performance, and then getting a Liuqiu Autonomous Region passport is what’s impressive."

Feng Biao put away his passport, took a deep breath and said, "I’m going to the airport. I don’t even know what time the flight is. You..."

"I’ll take you there, let’s go."

The two hailed a taxi and headed straight for the airport.

Not knowing the time of the flight, nor which one it was, but there should not be many direct flights to Jinmen. Just go and find out.

Just as Feng Biao anticipated, there was only one Air China flight going straight from Berlin to Jinmen.

With passport in hand, Feng Biao approached the Air China counter. Still anxious inside, he handed over his passport, and the check-in staff, after scanning it, immediately smiled and said, "Dear first-class passenger, your seat has been selected. You may wait in the VIP lounge."

After queuing in the economy class lane for ages, to end up in first class?

Oh, right!

Feng Biao suddenly understood.

Why shouldn’t Brother Feng’s worth afford a first-class seat?

But he didn’t pay for the ticket; isn’t a first-class ticket from Berlin to Jinmen worth tens of thousands? To get it for free?

Holding the ticket, coming out in a daze, Lin Xianghua whispered, "How is it?"

"First class!"

Feng Biao looked at Lin Xianghua, saying uncertainly, "Then I’ll head into the VIP lounge now, you... what will you do?"

Lin Xianghua sighed and replied, "I’m going to buy a ticket. Brother Feng, have a smooth journey, hope to see you again soon!"

"I can’t help myself, we both have our own careers to pursue, Brother Feng, please wait for my good news!"

Lin Xianghua’s face was grave, full of passion as he gave Feng Biao a firm hug.

Letting go, Lin Xianghua took two steps back solemnly and declared, "The day we meet again will be the day of my success!"

After saying such a cringey line, Lin Xianghua suddenly raised his arms and shouted, "Go for it! Go for it! Go for it!"

After chanting the slogan, Lin Xianghua nodded firmly, then turned and left.

"Oh my god, come on, we can’t be doing this."

Feng Biao yelled after Lin Xianghua’s retreating figure, then feeling it wasn’t appropriate, he quickly added, "Good luck, waiting for your good news!"

Having been dragged into acting all cringey, Feng Biao immediately bowed his head and hurried away, the feeling of being stared at like a lunatic was too awful.

He quickly ducked into the VIP lounge. Feng Biao wanted to sleep, but even though his mind was not focused on anything, it was still too chaotic to fall asleep.

You have to admit, the chairs in the lounge are quite comfortable.

When it was time, he was taken by car to the boarding gate, and boarded first. Feng Biao, still in a daze, was led by the stewardess to his first-class seat.

It was really a first-class seat, not just a slightly more spacious business-class seat, but a real first-class accommodation, where doors could be closed and seats could be laid flat for sleep.

Feng Biao pondered over the cost of this first-class seat; wasn’t it tens of thousands?

The perks of flying first class go without saying. It was the first time in his life that Feng Biao had such an experience, and indeed, it was very comfortable and satisfying.

He slept for a while, and when he woke up, his mind wasn’t in chaos anymore, and the plane was about to land.

What should he do when he gets home?

I mean, how should he get home?

Should he just take a taxi from the airport? That would cost hundreds, and as Feng Biao thought about it, he suddenly realized something—that he was truly going home.

Though he hadn’t yet passed through customs or really set foot on his homeland, Feng Biao suddenly fell into an uncontrollable panic.

He was really going home!

Feng Biao’s mind once again plunged into a mess.

Take a taxi; the money is no longer an issue.

Also, which foot should he use to step into his home first?