America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

It was another day of yard time.

One must admit, for many stowaways, this place that provided meals and allowed sleep without life-threatening danger was indeed a good spot.

If only they wouldn't be force-fed cream puffs, it would be even better.

But if you were the one stuffing others with cream puffs, then there were no drawbacks to this place.

However, for Xiu Nuo, this place still lacked a certain appeal.

Once out of the cell, there was something called surveillance everywhere.

Xiu Nuo had searched his memory and roughly understood what it was all about.

This sort of remote spying magic, at least required someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage to use, but in this world, ordinary people could do it.

Being watched, many things couldn't be done, which was quite restricting for Xiu Nuo.

Luckily, he also needed some time right now.

Wang Fugui and Zhao Hong were following close by Xiu Nuo, watching the people around them.

They looked like Xiu Nuo's bodyguards, but both knew that in this prison, being by this man's side was the safest place.

At that moment, a prison guard came over.

He held a piece of paper, looked at it, and then carefully compared the three men in front of him, then pointed at Wang Fugui and Xiu Nuo, "You two, come with me."

Wang Fugui immediately became excited, "We can get out now, right?"

The guard nodded with an odd expression, "Yes, your lawyer is here, someone has posted bail for you. I have a question for you."

"What?"

"You guys could afford a lawyer." The guard looked perplexedly, "Why do you still choose to be stowaways?"

Facing the guard's question, Xiu Nuo stood up, gestured towards Flan with his mouth and said, "Isn't there still that guy who comes in every once in a while?"

"He definitely can't afford a lawyer."

Noticing Xiu Nuo looking at him, Flan quickly ran over, "What is it, sir?"

"Oh, nothing, we're getting out, just saying goodbye to you."

Flan became excited immediately, "Is that right? That's wonderful! I mean, congratulations on gaining your freedom, sir."

Meanwhile, Zhao Hong waited for a while, then tugged at Wang Fugui and asked, "Did he just omit me? Can you ask for me?"

Wang Fugui casually inquired for him.

But the guard just glanced at the document in his hand and then said, "I'm not mistaken, it's only the two of you."

When Wang Fugui relayed the news to Zhao Hong, the latter's face was already filled with disappointment.

"Don't worry, Old Zhao." Even though Wang Fugui was trying to console him, his tone was slightly smug, "Trust me, with the traffic this year, you'll be out in no time."

Zhao Hong's mouth twitched.

He could already foresee that, from now until his release, he would have to start protecting his own 'treasure' again.

Seeing Zhao Hong's expression, Xiu Nuo thought for a moment, then still said to Flan, "If it's convenient, help look after this guy."

Flan was eager for Xiu Nuo to leave quickly, so he agreed almost without any hesitation.

"From now on, it's up to you." Xiu Nuo patted Zhao Hong, then followed the guard out of there.

The group first went to collect their belongings, and not only that, they also issued Xiu Nuo a SIM card here.

"Not bad," Xiu Nuo looked at the phone card in his hand, "They even throw in some freebies."

"This is so that the immigration court can contact you at any time," Wang Fugui explained from the side, "If you don't have a cell phone, they'll provide one. Don't think these guys are too nice. Only by giving you these can the telecom operators keep sending you bills. In the United States, every gift has its own benefit behind it. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, they'd rather pour milk down the drain than give it to you for free."

Xiu Nuo pursed his lips, "Sounds pretty good."

After they finished the procedures, they saw Jonas who had been waiting outside.

"Hey, boss!" Jonas greeted with open arms enthusiastically, "How was prison life? Hope no idiot bothered you."

"It was okay," Xiu Nuo replied with a smile.

"Please forgive me for coming only today," Jonas said, remorseful, "You must believe, this damn place always takes its time with the procedures."

"Understandable," Xiu Nuo looked around curiously, "But didn't the guards mention we'd have a lawyer?"

"Of course," Jonas answered with a smile.

Wang Fugui looked shocked; "You... you're not a lawyer, are you?"

Jonas smiled, "Genuine article."

Wang Fugui's eyes widened, "Aren't you a flour peddler!"

Jonas smiled, "Who says a drug dealer can't be a lawyer? Honestly, drug dealers are the ones who need lawyers the most, and I just happen to be one. Saves me a bunch in legal fees, right? Not only that, but I can also freelance as a consultant for other organizations. It's quite a moneymaker."

"The Bar Association would have you locked up if they knew about this."

"Hey, don't be so pessimistic, Wang," Jonas laughed carelessly, "It's not up to them to lock me up; the police are already enough to haul me away. I mean, do we really need to discuss this at the gates of a prison?"

"I'm sure now, boss." Wang Fugui moved closer to Xiu Nuo, "This guy really is a wretched bastard."

Jonas was unfazed, "Takes one to know one."

Just as they were about to leave, the prison gates opened again.

Two guards pushed a few people out, "You've been locked up long enough! Freedom! Do you understand? You're free! Can you hurry up and go, we're busy here!"

As the inmates left, an Asian man clung to the guard's arm, pleading, "Can't you keep us a bit longer? We can stay inside a bit more. You know how dangerous it was on the way here."

The guard looked helpless, "This is the United States, sir, you're safe now, truly safe. Here, no one will hurt you, so please, move along!"

Xiu Nuo, intrigued, watched this unfold, "What's going on? There are people who don't want to leave?"

"Of course there are," Wang Fugui shrugged his shoulders, "You've seen how dangerous it was on the way, boss; it's much safer inside here. Indeed, there are quite a few who don't want to leave after they've come in."

"What sort of sickness is that?"

Wang Fugui thought for a moment, then said, "I usually call it the self-awareness of the useless."

"I somehow feel it's not just that," Xiu Nuo responded.

"Of course, there are also the guys whose dreams have been shattered," Wang Fugui said, "You know what? That guard lied. The most laughable lie."

"That it's safe here?"

"No, compared to the places we passed before, the United States is indeed much safer, but he actually said that no one would hurt them! From my experience..."

Wang Fugui paused, then finished his sentence.

"In the United States! There might be a shortage of everything, but there will absolutely not be a shortage of people wanting to hurt you! Absolutely not!"