Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 31

The harbor slums were exactly as he remembered them. Dirty, damp, filthy, smelly, and for some good reasons, moldy. It was not a place someone like him or anyone else would want to visit. From the outside, the slums looked like a low-rise residential area with many neglected wooden houses and broken roads. However, inside it was actually a hideout for the local mafia or gang. He knew this, the police knew this, but no one dared to touch them.

"How do you know about this place, Boss?" Porsche muttered suspiciously as he surveyed his surroundings warily. They had just entered the slum area. With faces and clothes that were out of place, everyone glanced at them.

"Playing around in a place like this, it won't end well, Vegas." Kinn added. His eyes focused on the few people who were smirking eerily at him.

"Can you guys just act normal?" Vegas said irritably. They were already the center of attention and their cautious behavior would only make people notice them more.

"Vegas, should we call the police?" Pete touched his arm, a look of discomfort on his face.

"Police needs to think twice to come here." He replied, "Those people won't do anything to us without being provoked, so act confident."

"How can we act confident if they stare at us like they want to devour us." Porsche grumbled.

Vegas tried to ignore Porsche and turned to Nop, "Where did you find the waiter before?"

"That place, boss." Nop pointed at the small house not far from them using his eyes. He knew he couldn't just point a finger in this place.

Vegas held Pete's hand and then walked into a small alley to observe the house from a distance. Porsche and Kinn followed him hurriedly.

"At that time, we didn't know which house he was taking shelter in. I asked some people to wait in several places and waited for him to come out to buy food." Nop explained, "It took us few days."

"We don't have time to wait for him that long." Kinn frowned, "Not in a place like this." He continued while showing his shoes which had to stand in a muddy place.

Porsche rolled his eyes, "Kinn's whining aside, we really don't have that much time."

Vegas nodded in agreement, "There are several places here that sell fake passport services and transportation by boat to get out of this country. Tawan must want to leave quickly. We should find a provider that provides a boat for tonight."

"Again, how do you know all this?!?" Porsche asked him suspiciously.

"I need ideas, not another question." Vegas snapped annoyingly.

"What about the waiter? Can we ask him to pretend he has to leave the country and ask his provider before about the ship leaving tonight?" Pete, who had been silent for the most part, finally said something useful.

"That's what I'm talking about, an idea. Thanks, babe." Vegas pecked Pete's lips very quick, "Nop?"

"Calling him, boss." Nop took his phone and walked a little further to make a call. Even if Nop managed to convince the waiter to do what they asked, they still had to wait a while.

Vegas found one side of the wall that wasn't moldy and gave it to Pete to lean against, "Trust me, hiding in this dirty place is better than wandering around here."

Pete let out a small thanks before his focus turned to Kinn and Porsche.

Kinn, who felt very uncomfortable hiding in the dirty place, managed to find an empty box that was clean enough to step on. Porsche took this opportunity to mock Kinn's arrogance. They bickered, talking loudly to each other, but somehow, they seemed to enjoy it. It was funny to see the two of them together, especially after knowing that Kinn had feelings for Pete before.