The commotion inside the prison naturally drew the attention of the guards over here.
However, when the guards arrived, they saw the three Mexicans from before standing there cautiously.
"Wow, Flan, what's with the blood on your face?"
Flan looked at the guard and squeezed out a smile, "I tripped."
The guard laughed as if he had heard a joke, "Tripped where? Show us, and don't blame me for not warning you, you're going to have to pay for any damage."
"Hit a wall." Flan immediately corrected himself, "Nothing's broken, nothing but me."
The guard looked into the cell, then, with a wave of his hand, the people behind him quickly came up to open the cell door.
Within the entire cell, apart from Flan, the other two also had swollen faces, and it seemed like they were injured, as just standing upright appeared to have them breaking out in a sweat.
"Hey, new guy." The guard looked at Xiu Nuo standing at the far end, the one who seemed most normal, "What's up with them? Do you know?"
"I did it, Officer." Xiu Nuo didn't lie, "They tried to shove * down my throat."
"You?" The guard laughed as if he had heard a joke, telling the people behind him, "He says he's the one who did it, hahaha."
The guards behind him also burst out laughing.
Clearly, no one believed that Xiu Nuo's small frame could do such a thing, not one, let alone three.
The guard, having laughed his fill, looked at Flan, "Stop acting like a randy boar, Flan, and over a man at that! Don't say I didn't warn you, if you cause trouble on my patch, I'll make sure to stuff your heads into each other's asses!"
"Yes sir."
Seeing that Flan was apologetic and had a good attitude, the guard nodded with satisfaction, then left with his people.
After the guards left, the atmosphere inside the cell changed in an instant.
Xiu Nuo sat on the edge of the bed, but the other three just pressed against the wall, not daring to come over.
"Is this how you always treat newbies?" Xiu broke the silence of the 'dormitory'.
Flan swallowed hard and then whispered, "Well... you've got to measure up. Not just anyone can do it. Just now, it was an accident, please believe me. Of course, if you don't feel this settles it, I can... I can..."
A mass of black lines immediately filled Xiu Nuo's forehead.
"Shut up." Xiu Nuo already knew what he was going to say next.
"I really can." Flan insisted stubbornly.
"Can get beaten up again?"
"Can we pretend I never said anything, okay?"
"If it hurts, just squat down, don't stand."
After these words were spoken, the three guys immediately felt relieved and sat down on the ground with a clang, gasping for air.
Xiu Nuo smiled as he looked at them, "You guys..."
Before he could finish his sentence, one Mexican suddenly said, "We know, we know we were wrong, we... we learned... we learned..."
Xiu Nuo frowned, "Learned what?"
"Ah?" The guy seemed a bit confused, "Don't I need to say what we learned?"
"What exactly happened to you to get this idea?"
"Uh..." The Mexican pondered for a moment, then said, "I... I had a misunderstanding with an old man in Chinatown before, he taught me a lesson, and after he knocked me down, he had the same smile as you, and also asked me... what I had learned from the incident."
Xiu Nuo's eyebrows raised slightly.
This guy in front of him was also a tall fellow of about six feet, in the prime of his life, knocked down by an old man?
How could an ordinary person without any training knock down a strong man?
It seemed he needed to be cautious until he fully understood this world.
"I'm not interested in that." Xiu Nuo waved his hand dismissively and asked casually, "How long do illegal immigrants usually stay here?"
Flan hurriedly answered, "If it's fast, a little over a week, but there are slower cases too, some stay for a month or two."
"How could it be both fast and slow?"
"Uh, generally... If you have some benefits to offer, it might be quicker. Of course, most of the time, it depends on how many people have come during this period."
"What do you mean?"
"Previously, Texas had brought in four busloads of illegal immigrants," Flan said cautiously. "That time, many who were detained for less than a week got to go through expedited procedures and leave. They were really lucky."
"But three months ago, there was a massive flood down south and some *upheavals. In those two months, fewer people came, so naturally, there were some unlucky ducks who ended up detained here for three months before being let out."
After finishing, Flan seemed to remember something and added, "You'll definitely be quick, there have been a lot of people coming in during this period."
"I see," Xiu Nuo nodded slightly, but immediately, he noticed something was off.
"You.... How do you know this?" Xiu Nuo furrowed his brow. "You even know about three months ago. How long have you been detained here?"
"Just half a month this time, sir," Flan answered, somewhat embarrassed.
"This time?"
"This is my fourth time being detained," Flan said, even more embarrassed.
Xiu Nuo was a bit stunned. "You can be detained four times for smuggling?"
"Uh... I always need to go back to Mexico for some matters, and when I want to come back... I can't enter through normal channels."
"So you get caught every time?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, sir, I'm not that stupid. I turn myself in, and my boss will bail me out."
Xiu Nuo was even more dumbfounded. "So if you don't turn yourself in, you wouldn't have to come in at all?"
"I abide by the law, sir."
"A law-abiding smuggler?"
Flan's mouth twitched, but seeing Xiu Nuo staring at him, he could only bow his head slightly and explain in a low voice.
"Every day a lot of newcomers arrive here, and some of them, well, they're pretty good-looking, you know. Even if we're not in the same cell, we all see each other when we take showers. Oh right, a word of advice—for your own sake, if you drop the soap while showering, don't bend over to pick it up."
The guy next to him added, "Because you can't even imagine how many people are eyeing your ass."
Xiu Nuo scowled. "Then they definitely can't imagine how much it hurts to get punched."
"Then you better be careful," the guy quickly said. "Not everyone is as kind-hearted as we are; they'll sue you."
"Let's not talk about why I'm hearing the word 'kind-hearted' in a prison. What are they going to sue me for, hitting them?"
"No, for discrimination."
"Huh?"
"Believe me, in the United States, the charge of hitting someone is far less significant than discrimination. The former might get you community service or jail time, but the latter... might additionally result in your social death."
"What the hell! Who can tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to be discriminating against?"
"LGB. Lesbians and bisexuals."
"Hitting them counts as discrimination?"
"Of course not."
"Then why the hell did you bring it up!"
"If you don't accept it, that's discrimination."
"He's damn well trying to hit on me!"
"With your skills, they definitely won't succeed, so there has been no action yet? You hit him because he is a man trying to, but how do you know he doesn't feel like a woman inside? Are you not assuming his gender?"
Xiu Nuo's eyes widened. "Well, that's new to me; this is the first time I've heard of 'assuming gender'."
"See, when you're surprised, isn't that just blatant discrimination?"
Xiu Nuo: "........"
Great, my first lesson in the United States, and it's fucking memorable.