America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

Feet landed on the ground.

Xiu Nuo slightly spread his arms apart, and then he took a deep breath.

A few people next to him mimicked Xiu Nuo's actions as well.

Xiu Nuo saw their movements, thinking these folks were quite practical.

"What do you smell?"

"The sweet scent of air," Linlin and Xiao Rui said, intoxicated.

Xiu Nuo was stunned, "Where's the sweetness?"

His own nose wasn't as keen as theirs? Impossible, he was at least at Body Refining third level.

Wang Fugui snorted, "Sweet? Then I'd advise you to breathe less from now on. That might be the smell of vinyl chloride leaking. There was a train in the United States carrying vinyl chloride that derailed and overturned, causing a leak. That stuff is carcinogenic."

Linlin and Xiao Rui were startled.

Zhao Hong calmly said, "I smell freedom."

"I hope you can still feel freedom when you have a gun pointed at you."

After Wang Fugui derided these three, he then curiously asked Xiu Nuo, "What do you smell?"

"Sin, decay, a whiff of the old nearing their end," Xiu Nuo smacked his lips twice, and then he smiled, "A nice place."

Wang Fugui grinned disbelievingly, "You call that description nice?"

"Enough, Fugui," Xiu Nuo glanced around, "We should surrender ourselves now."

The rest was left to Wang Fugui to handle. About an hour later, two police cars approached from a distance.

Wang Fugui spoke up, "We just stick to the wall and raise our hands as they come over, and make no other movements. These sons of bitches really dare to empty their magazines!"

Xiu Nuo did as Wang Fugui instructed and indeed heard the police behind them cocking their guns.

Were these people really so insecure? They still took such precautions even though everyone had their hands raised high against the wall.

Soon, everyone was handcuffed and loaded into police cars.

On the way, everyone kept silent, heeding Wang Fugui's earlier warning, not uttering a single word.

As for passports and such documents, Wang Fugui had already dealt with them.

The group was taken all the way back to the Border Administration, and after being asked a few questions, they were thrown into Border Prison.

They couldn't help it; the number of people arriving at this place every day was just too high, and the border police had long become indifferent.

Under normal procedures, it would not have been so fast for a few people to enter prison, but who was following normal procedures now?

It was only after arriving at the prison that Xiu Nuo understood what they meant by overcrowding.

Every cell was filled with people squatting inside, and as Xiu Nuo and the others were brought in, another group was led out.

From this point on, Linlin and Xiao Rui were taken away, and Wang Fugui and the others were separated as well. There was no helping it; beds were in short supply, and there were no cells with two extra beds for them.

The inmates inside didn't make any ruckus or jeer because of the new arrivals, the same reason again—they were too many.

Everyone knew they were here just for the formalities.

Xiu Nuo was eventually placed in a four-person cell with bunk beds, and when the three Latino men inside saw Xiu Nuo, a look of surprise even appeared on their faces.

After the cell door closed, one of the Latinos from the lower bunk had already stood up, while the other two sat up, looking down with schadenfreude.

"Do you speak English?" The Latino was tall and heavyset, looking to weigh over two hundred pounds, his arms were almost thicker than Xiu Nuo's legs.

Xiu Nuo had to look up slightly to see him and said calmly, "Yes."

Then, a voice came from behind, another fellow across was shouting.

"This kid's skin is fucking nice, even better than any chick I've seen! Let him taste your cock, Flan! We can't wait anymore!"

The big guy named Flan couldn't help but curse, "How many women have you seen! Shut your fucking mouth! Otherwise, tomorrow I'll stuff my dick in there!"

Having said that, Flan then looked at Xiu Nuo with a smile, "I hope they haven't scared you. Where are you from? Neon? Korea? The East?"

Xiu Nuo calmly looked at him, "I'm very tired, and I want to rest."

A man on the bunk above changed his expression and jumped down immediately, "Yellow-skinned man! Do you seem not to realize the situation?"

Xiu Nuo simply looked at Flan in front of him, "Can you step aside, please?"

Flan, with a smile in his eyes, responded, "I really admire you, kid. So, I don't want you to suffer, either. Have you showered yet?"

As he spoke, Flan had already raised his hand, using one finger to hook Xiu Nuo's chin.

The jeering and whistling from the cell across instantly erupted.

Xiu Nuo had no choice; his skin condition from Body Refining at level three was better than some eighteen or nineteen-year-old women's, not to mention his body was inherently soft and weak.

That kind of skin, that figure, in the eyes of these crazed Mexicans, was simply a gift from God.

Even the fact that Xiu Nuo was placed in this cell, to say there was no malice from the guards, that was impossible.

What Xiu Nuo didn't know was that if he had offered some benefits to the guards, they would also bring him suitable 'newbies' when available.

In a capitalist society, with money, you can get many benefits beyond your imagination.

If it were an ordinary person, needless to say, tonight would have been destined to be filled with cream puffs.

Xiu Nuo was puzzled, how the issues faced by female cultivators in the past had become his problem in this world!

First that drug dealer, now this Mexican, why do all you guys have such fetishes?

It's reversing the natural order!

Are women not fragrant enough for you? Or do you not understand the harmony of yin and yang?

The next moment, Xiu Nuo had already grabbed the guy's wrist and flicked it downward.

With a snap, Flan screamed instantly.

At that moment, Flan, having lost his sense of reason due to the intense pain, did not care about his dislocated wrist and only tried to free himself from Xiu Nuo's grip, so he kicked at Xiu Nuo.

But even in this cramped space, Xiu Nuo skillfully dodged to the side, while simultaneously kicking forward the leg that the Mexican had extended, causing him to land face down on the ground in a vertical split.

Not only that, Xiu Nuo also followed through with a knee to his face.

That knee landed solidly, causing the Mexican to curl on the floor holding his face in pain.

That was Xiu Nuo holding back his strength, otherwise just one hit like that could have cost the guy his life.

But in a place like this, Xiu Nuo still knew he couldn't cause a death.

The guy who jumped down from the bunk was first stunned, then reacting, he charged at Xiu Nuo, while the guy above also jumped down, locking Xiu Nuo from behind.

However, despite a big difference in body size and weight, Xiu Nuo still managed to throw a shoulder and kick a leg, flipping the man behind him over with a shoulder throw, and not only that, he crashed onto the guy in front of him.

Before the two screaming men could get up, Xiu Nuo, with one hand bracing himself on the upper bunk and the other on the wall, had already kicked out with both feet.

The two Mexicans screamed in pain and could no longer stand up, clutching their chests.

Xiu Nuo landed and grabbed Flan's collar. To everyone's shocked eyes, Xiu Nuo, a small figure, actually lifted Flan, a two-hundred-plus-pound fat man.

Then, Xiu Nuo let go with one hand while the other hand threw a fierce punch.

Accompanied by a scream from Flan, his massive body heavily crashed onto the other two men.

After doing all that, Xiu Nuo then turned his head to look at the cell across.

The group that had just jeered now looked at him as if he were a monster.

"Am I seeing things?" The one who yelled the loudest earlier could hardly believe his eyes, "Flan, that lump of meat, was knocked down by a skinny monkey? Tell me! Am I seeing things?"