Chapter 19: Conflict in the Mess Hall

"Fuck!!"

The answer from the other end of the phone instantly sent the credibility of that Eastern Wizard's prophecy soaring.

Antonio cursed in a low voice, then hurriedly asked again: "Partner, if I told you a tumor grew in your lungs, you probably wouldn't believe it either.

Damn it, if it were me, I wouldn't believe it either.

But I still suggest you go get a physical checkup as soon as possible! You know, if something happens to you, it's a very bad thing for me!"

Ben on the other end of the phone fell silent for two seconds before replying hoarsely: "Actually, I've been feeling discomfort in my lungs since eight weeks ago, went for a checkup, and only got the medical report today.

Yes, a tumor grew in my lungs!

But what I want to know is, how did you know a tumor grew in my lungs?"

"A tumor from eight weeks ago?"

Since he had already spoken, and the other party was asking about it, Antonio naturally wouldn't hide it any longer.

"You still remember that Wizard I told you about today, yes, he's very miraculous.

The moment he saw you, he saw it, your lungs.

At that time, he told my partner.

After returning, my partner told me.

Partner, about that terrible prophecy, I don't know whether I should tell you! But if I don't, the consequences might be even worse!"

Wizard, prophecy?

Sheriff Ben Grillos on the other end of the phone took a deep breath: "Ok, go ahead!

I think I have very good mental fortitude!"

Antonio thought for a moment, not knowing how to phrase it, and finally just said: "That Wizard said to let us find a new contact for this line."

A single short sentence spoke a cruel prophecy.

Sheriff Ben Grillos fell silent.

After a long while, Antonio heard a busy tone from the phone; it was Ben on that end who had hung up.

It must be said, the food inside the American Immigration Prison is actually pretty good.

Yesterday's dinner was bread, vegetable salad, two bananas, a spoonful of cashews, and a large cup of Coke, which even had ice in it.

Today's breakfast, cereal soaked in milk, two slices of bread, still two bananas.

It's just the dining environment that's a bit lacking.

The majority here are Old Mo, the rest are people from Central America and South America.

Last are a small number of black people, and a portion of Asians, simply put, Eastern People.

To tell the truth, there are places to shower in this Immigration Prison, but many people don't shower, causing the smell in this super-large Mess Hall to be not very pleasant.

There are even people spitting under the dining tables everywhere, some even spitting into other people's trays.

For example, during yesterday's dinner time, when they saw Chen Yaozu and Ceng Hongbing and some new faces, someone eyed them covetously when they went to collect their meals.

Arriving at a new place, in a new unsettling environment, no matter what they say verbally, in reality they naturally and instinctively regard people of the same skin color and same origin as partners.

Then they sit together, even without an appointment, spontaneously.

Especially, Chen Yaozu's calm and composed demeanor attracted three or four, also newly arrived Eastern People, to sit down beside him.

This is a mentality of huddling together for warmth.

"The bread tastes pretty good, eating it occasionally is still quite delicious! But can't eat too much, eat too much and it gets cloying, not as good as rice, stir-fry a dish or something!"

Ceng Hongbing picked up the bread and tasted two bites, then crunch crunch ate the vegetable salad; for a Northeasterner, eating vegetables raw is simply a basic operation, just missing some soybean paste, otherwise it would be even more delicious.

A few slices of bread actually aren't very filling for people who have just arrived, but with Coke and two bananas, it counts as not bad.

And that spoonful of cashews, the protein and heat are top-notch.

So after Ceng Hongbing finished the bread and vegetable salad, just as he wanted to stretch out his hand to grab the bananas on his tray, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and directly took the two bananas on his tray.

He abruptly turned his head, discovering an Old Mo standing behind him half a head taller than himself; his two bananas were now in the other party's hand.

Behind the Old Mo stood several more people, also waiting to watch the show with cold smiles.

Seeing him turn back, he provocatively lifted them up, peeled the banana skin, and right in front of him, unhurriedly finished eating the bananas.

Not a word spoken the whole time, but the provocation was plenty. A pile of people beside them eating and watching the show.

"Phil is looking for fun again! Unlucky Eastern People!"

"Hahaha, Phil has been detained for almost half a year, if he doesn't find some fun, the time is hard to endure!"

The words from the side didn't conceal anything, making it clear this Old Mo big man wasn't doing this for the first time, and it was intentional, looking for fun.

Ceng Hongbing's face flushed red, the other party's provocative gaze bare and naked; if this were back Domestic, he could roar a sentence: "What are you looking at?"

If the other party dared reply with "Looking at you, so what?", a bloody brawl would immediately start.

But this is Overseas!

This isn't the point, the point is he dragged hundreds of Famine refugees here, if he fights here and gets Deported back, his whole journey coming here would have been in vain.

Thinking of this, he forcibly suppressed his anger, not saying a word, and sat back down in his Seat.

To distract his attention, let the anger in his heart vent, he picked up his spoon, preparing to eat that remaining spoonful of cashews on his tray.

He thought he had already retreated to this extent, the other party should be satisfied, right? Unexpectedly, just as he picked up the spoon, a mouthful of phlegm landed on his tray!

"Hahaha, Eastern People, watching you eat so dry, added some seasoning for you, no need to thank me!"

Harsh laughter rang out from behind him; Ceng Hongbing finally couldn't hold back, stood up, holding the iron tray, twisted his waist and turned his hips, fiercely smashing the tray in his hand onto the face of the Old Mo half a head taller than him.

The force was so great the metal tray directly dented in a pit, from which it can be seen Ceng Hongbing's experience in striking is extremely rich.

He knows how to exert force! So the person beaten is in extreme pain, especially the nose smashed flat, not something an ordinary person can endure.

"Oh......"

A pained groan sounded, and Old Mo clutched his face in pain, bending over and squatting down.

But after this one was dealt with, several others behind who had been watching the show finally came to their senses.

They swarmed forward!

Those Easterners who had gathered earlier out of a habit of sticking together now scattered like frightened birds and beasts!

So what was the point of sticking together?

Sitting calmly in his original seat, Chen Yaozu continued eating what was in his hand, unhurried and composed.

Actually, he didn't want to help Ceng Hongbing in his heart.

After all, everyone was just a passing acquaintance; even if they had traveled this far, Ceng Hongbing had mostly just followed behind that reporter mother and daughter.

They hadn't interacted much, and he had nothing much to exchange with them either.

So even if he spoke up to have Antony bring him along as well, their friendship hadn't reached the point of fighting for him.

To be honest, Chen Yaozu didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing; once he got involved and things blew up, he might be sent back himself.

Being sent back meant a fate of execution!

So he didn't want to meddle.

But now, in this kind of situation, it was probably hard not to get involved.

Moreover, could a proud person stand by and watch his compatriots being bullied without lifting a finger?

Especially after Ceng Hongbing's behavior of refusing to buy crosses and Bibles and cursing, he was even less likely to turn a blind eye.

So when another Old Mo roared and charged at Ceng Hongbing, he instead bumped into a dining table to the side and passed out.

This caused an uproar among the onlookers, and a thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time: This idiot! But they didn't expect there to be more than one idiot; the second one who charged forward actually tripped over his own feet and fell face down with a hard thud.

Strange things happening twice in a row left the third person, who was preparing to swing a metal tray and charge forward, stunned, standing frozen in place.

Ceng Hongbing was someone who knew how to seize an opportunity; the other side was stunned, but he wasn't!

He quickly took a hurried step, rushed straight to the other side, and with a flick of his hand, slammed the deformed tray out again.

With a "slap" sound, another person fell down.

And this entire fight, from beginning to end, was watched by Sheriff Ben Grillos.

(Chapter End)