Lou Haidong, who was passing through customs in a wheelchair, looked at the young man in front of him with a pale face, and his entry procedures were interrupted only halfway through.

The staff turned his head, frowned at the young man, and pointed to the small room inside, motioning for him to go there.

"Can I fill out an application form?" The young man asked, with a look of joy on his face, carrying the suitcase.

"Don't get in the way, you'll know when you go in." The staff didn't want to pay attention to him anymore and shouted at the team, "Next! ”

Xia Chenghao looked coldly at the two people in the small room, and he could read what they were talking about from the shape of his mouth, although he could only see half of their faces.

"I have long been persecuted in the kingdom of Zion," said the young man eagerly, half-lying on the table, his eyes watching the reaction of the big cap across from him, wondering what words to use to move his heart.

So he continued: "The persecution was terrible! ”

"It's useless to say anything now." The policeman didn't eat this set at all, lazily took out a form, and asked the other party to start filling it out carefully.

It is said that this kind of information can be used electronically, but there is no high degree of cooperation between the Mada Federation and the State of Zion on such an important matter, so it can only be filled in on a temporary basis to approve the application.

"Humph!" The young man cursed secretly in his heart, muttering in his heart how it was different from what he originally thought, it stands to reason that when the people of the Mada Federation heard that someone was persecuted in Zion, and that there was no human right thing, it would cause strong indignation on the other party, and they didn't come here to get refugee status here. Isn't that wrong?

"Maybe it's because there are too many people coming recently, and the people of Mada are numb no matter how rich their emotions are." The young man nodded secretly, secretly hating in his heart that the people in front of him did not leave a way for future generations to live, "This is the virtue of the people of Zion, patronizing themselves!" ”

He seems to have forgotten for now. He himself is a Zionite.

He flipped through the tables and gasped suddenly, looking at these 100% in English, what personal information, the facts and specific processes of persecution, etc., and even the so-called personal ideals. and an understanding of the Mada Federation. Finally, the main points, such as the understanding of human rights, and the need for an account of the current state of human rights in Zion......

"This is for me to write a thesis!" The young man began to smile wryly, he thought that he would be sent to a hotel to be raised well, but it turned out that he had to complete such a large pile of materials.

"There's no way, let's fill it in honestly! Who let himself tear up his passport, anyway, this is the last last battle. The young man gritted his teeth and took out the language translator from the box and began to scan it on the paper, so that he could fully understand the specific requirements of each item.

"Mr. Abigail?"

"Yes!" Xia Chenghao probably heard the other party's question, so he answered.

In fact, his main attention was still paying attention to the young man in the room.

"Is this just the luggage?"

"Yes!"

"All personal items?" Customs officers casually looked through the standard travel bag.

"Yes!" Xia Chenghao answered the customs officer's question lightly.

"Is this your signature?" Customs officer holding an instrument. Stared at Xia Chenghao's face a few times, and then quickly put a laser tag on the luggage.

"Yes." Xia Chenghao still answered unhurriedly.

"Welcome back!" The customs officer smiled.

Xia Chenghao also smiled, and did not look at the man in the hut again, but walked through the passage.

I grew up in Zion, and I didn't have much affection for that country, but I didn't have to choose any political asylum like that young man.

What the fate of the men in the room will be is none of Xia Chenghao's business.

Yarman Aubrey International Low-altitude Shuttle Port, Xia Chenghao passed safely, and slowly walked out along the passage.

There are a lot of people coming out of the gate. Everyone walked forward one by one, and no one tried to get past the others.

Xia Chenghao is very tall. In the place where the average height exceeds that of the Zion, it is not inferior, plus he is wearing a black coat today, wearing sunglasses, a slightly thin face, and the exposed skin always has a faint white luster, it is really black and white handsome.

Such an outstanding appearance should have stood out in the crowd. But today he actually collided with a group of people.

Just when he entered the exit hall of the low-altitude shuttle port, Xia Chenghao saw at a glance that there were at least forty people dressed in black trench coats with almost the same length as him in the low-altitude shuttle port, and there were countless people wearing black sunglasses in suits and leather shoes, which was quite unusual in the hot Yarman.

However, this did not make Xia Chenghao have much brains, because he had already seen that all the holographic display boards in the low-altitude shuttle harbor hall were flashing with such costumes. Apparently such a look is in vogue in the city.

Xia Chenghao didn't have any luggage to pick, but walked straight to the direction he was going.

The hem of the trench coat shook the black waves slightly with his brisk steps, and in terms of demeanor, he was still quite outstanding.

"Liu Yalei!"

When he walked out of the low-altitude shuttle port through the customs, more than a dozen people suddenly rushed towards Xia Chenghao from behind, with excited expressions on their faces, some with cameras in their hands, some with microphones in their hands, and some with a pen and a cardboard paper in their hands.

Xia Chenghao turned his head and looked at these strange guys blankly, not knowing what they wanted to do.

It wasn't until the group of guys surrounded him that he turned his head and looked around, and all the people here were already showing excited expressions, and they all began to hug him.

"Liu Yalei, how long will you stay in Yarman?" A woman began to ask questions and put a microphone into Xia Chenghao's mouth, and Xia Chenghao frowned.

"Liu Yalei! I love you! A girl about twenty years old pouted with flaming red lips to greet him, Xia Chenghao quickly flashed ten centimeters to the side, just to let go of this dangerous kiss, but was blocked by two notebooks and two pens at the same time, as if entering some kind of combined attack formation.

"Liu Yalei, please help sign it!" The two young women with pen and paper in their hands spoke, their eyes full of hope.

"Is it true that your sister is sick?" This is a middle-aged man's question, such a strange question, but hearing the word sister, Xia Chenghao's ears pricked up.

Because his first reaction was whether these people had anything to do with An Xiaoya.

"Are you confident that your next movie will do well at the box office?" This was a voice coming from behind, it was a female voice, and a black microphone stretched out from behind, and Xia Chenghao quickly flashed away.

"Liu Yalei, may I ask what are your criteria for choosing a mate?" A middle-aged man finally finished such a long question, and was looking forward to Xia Chenghao's answer.

"I heard that you reduced your salary to 12 million Grand, right?" The woman who asked the first question started the second question, and her microphone never left. (To be continued.) )