With normal visas, by the time they reached Mexico, Alan's corpse would probably have rotted away.
So if they wanted to get there as quickly as possible, they could only rely on smuggling.
Neither Lan Mu nor Nedley knew how to handle something like illegal border crossing, so they could only leave it to Fang Moqi. Fang Moqi, in turn, could only seek out Old Man Li.
Since Old Man Li had long prepared an escape route, he had a smuggling boat ready for them at sea. Thus, by dusk that very day, they had boarded and set sail. By the next morning, they had arrived in Mexico—blindingly fast!
Although Old Man Li was deaf and mute, he had once been a regional overlord. Even now, he was still a local power, especially when it came to smuggling. He had countless methods at his disposal.
On the eighth day of Lan Mu's interval after becoming the Flame Demon—October 1st, National Day—they arrived outside a secluded hotel in Mexico City.
"Is this the place?" Lan Mu did not understand Spanish, so he could only ask Nedley.
They could not find Nedley's uncle without Nedley, so they had no choice but to bring her along.
"This is it! The Smile Hotel. I saw pictures of it... but I've never been here, so I don't know where he is," Nedley said awkwardly. "And I don't understand Spanish either."
Fang Moqi smiled. "What is your uncle's name? What does he look like?"
"My uncle is called Dungal! He rarely smiles and always looks cold, like he doesn't care about anything. I can't say what he looks like now, but I'll definitely recognize him if I see him!" Nedley said.
"Alright..." Fang Moqi walked into the hotel and spoke to the receptionist in Spanish.
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