I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Chapter 19 The Conflict in the Restaurant
"Fake!!"

The answer from the other end of the phone instantly made the credibility of the Eastern wizard's prediction soar.

Antonio cursed under his breath, and then quickly asked, "My friend, if I told you that you had a tumor in your lung, you probably wouldn't believe it.

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

But I still suggest that you go get a physical check-up as soon as possible!
You know, if anything goes wrong with you, it will be terrible for me!"

Ben on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds before he said hoarsely, “Actually, I felt uncomfortable in my lungs eight weeks ago, so I went for a check-up and only got the physical report today.

Yes, I have a tumor in my lung!

But what I want to know is, how did you know that I had a tumor in my lung?"

"A tumor from eight weeks ago?"

Now that he had said it and the other party had asked about it, Antonio certainly would not hide it any longer.

“You remember the wizard I told you about today, yes, he is amazing.

As soon as he saw you, he could tell your lungs.

At the time, he told my partner.

My partner told me again after I came back.

Man, I don't know if I should tell you about that terrible prophecy!
But if you don’t say it, the consequences may be even worse!”

Wizard, prophecy?

Sheriff Ben Grillos on the other end of the phone took a deep breath and said, "Okay, go ahead!

I think I have a good psychological endurance! "

Antonio thought about it, not knowing how to organize his words, and finally said, "The wizard said that we should find a new contact for this line."

In just one short sentence, a cruel prophecy was expressed.

Sheriff Ben Grillos was silent.

After a while, Antonio heard a busy tone on the phone. It was Ben who hung up.

I have to say that the food in the American Immigration Prison is pretty good.

Yesterday's dinner consisted of bread, vegetable salad, two bananas, a spoonful of cashews, and a large glass of Coke with ice in it.

Today's breakfast is cereal with milk, two slices of bread, and two bananas.

But the dining environment is a bit poor.

Among those here, Mexicans make up the majority, and the rest are from Central and South America.

Finally, there are a small number of black people and some Asians, or simply put, Orientals.

To be honest, there is a place to take a shower in this immigration prison, but many people don’t take a shower, which results in a very unpleasant smell in this huge cafeteria.

There were people spitting under the table, and some even spitting into other people's plates.

For example, at dinner time yesterday, when Chen Yaozu, Zeng Hongbing and some new faces were seen, some people were staring at them covetously as they were receiving their meals.

When they come to a new place and into a new and uncomfortable environment, no matter what they say, in reality they naturally regard people with the same skin color and the same origin as their partners.

Then we sat together, even without any agreement.

In particular, Chen Yaozu's calmness attracted three or four new Orientals to sit down next to him.

This is a kind of group mentality.

“The bread tastes good, it’s good to eat occasionally!
But don’t eat too much, or you’ll get sick of it. It’s better to have rice and some stir-fried vegetables or something!”

Zeng Hongbing picked up the bread, took two bites, and then started to eat the vegetable salad with a crunch. For people in Northeast China, eating raw vegetables is simply a basic operation. The only thing missing is the soybean paste, otherwise it would be more delicious.

A few slices of bread are not very filling for a first-timer, but with Coke and two bananas, it is not bad.

And that spoonful of cashews is also high in protein and calories.

So after Zeng Hongbing finished eating the bread and vegetable salad, he was about to reach out to take the bananas on the plate, but suddenly a hand reached out from behind him and directly took the two bananas on his plate.

He turned around suddenly and found an old Mexican who was half a head taller than him standing behind him, and his two bananas were in the other person's hands.

There were several people standing behind Lao Mo, also waiting to see the show with sneers.

Seeing him turning around, she picked up the banana provocatively, peeled the skin, and ate the banana slowly in front of him.

He didn't say anything during the whole process, but his words were quite provocative. A bunch of people were eating and watching the show nearby.

“Fili is having fun again!
Unfortunate Orientals! "

"Hahaha, Fili has been imprisoned for almost half a year. If we don't have some fun, the time will be very hard to endure!"

……

The words spoken by the people around him did not conceal the fact that this Mexican man was not doing this for the first time, and he did it on purpose for fun.

Zeng Hongbing's face flushed red. The other party's provocative eyes were naked. If it were in China, he would only yell, "What are you looking at?"

As long as the other party dares to say "what can I do to you", a bloody fight will immediately begin.

But this is abroad!

This is not the point. The point is that I have caused hundreds of people to starve, and they are fighting here and being sent back, so all my journey has been in vain.

Thinking of this, he suppressed his anger, said nothing, and sat back in his seat.

In order to distract himself and relieve the anger in his heart, he picked up the spoon and prepared to eat the remaining spoonful of cashews on the plate.

He thought that since he had given in to this extent, the other party should be satisfied!
Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked up the spoon, a mouthful of spit fell on his plate!

"Hahaha, Oriental, your food seems a bit dry, so I'll add some ingredients for you. No need to thank me!"

A shrill laughter sounded from behind him. Zeng Hongbing finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up, twisted his waist and hips with the iron tray in his hand, and slammed the tray hard on the face of the old Mexican who was half a head taller than him.

The force was so great that a dent was made on the metal plate. This shows that Zeng Hongbing has extremely rich experience in hands-on work.

Will exert force!
Therefore, the person who was beaten suffered extremely pain, especially when his nose was broken, which was not something that most people could endure.

"Oh……"

With a low roar of pain, Lao Mo covered his face in agony, bent over and squatted down.

But this only solved one problem. There were several people behind him who were just watching the show and are finally reacting now.

They surrounded us!

Just now, those Orientals who gathered together because of their habit of sticking together, now scattered like frightened birds and beasts!

So what the hell are we doing holding together?

Sitting in his original seat with a calm expression, Chen Yaozu was still eating the food in his hand, leisurely and unhurried.

In fact, he didn't want to help Zeng Hongbing.

After all, they were all strangers, and even though they were on this journey, Zeng Hongbing was mostly just following the reporter and her daughter.

I don’t communicate much with myself, and I don’t have much to communicate.

Therefore, even if he asked Anthony to bring him in, his friendship with him was not strong enough to make him fight for him.

To be honest, Chen Yaozu didn't want to get involved in such matters. Once he got involved and things got out of hand, he might be sent back.

Sending them back would be like being shot at a target!

So he didn't want to get involved.

However, it is probably difficult not to get involved in the current situation.

What's more, how can a proud person watch such a thing happen and remain indifferent when his compatriots are bullied?

Especially after Zeng Hongbing refused to buy a cross and cursed at the Bible, it was even more impossible for him to turn a blind eye.

So when the other old Mexican rushed towards Zeng Hongbing roaring, he bumped into the dining table next to him and fainted.

This caused an uproar among the onlookers, and a sentence flashed through their minds at the same time: This idiot!
But he didn't expect that there was more than one idiot. The second one who rushed over actually tripped over his left foot and fell face down.

Weird things happened twice in a row, causing the third person who was about to rush over waving the metal tray to be stunned and stand still.

Zeng Hongbing is a person who knows how to seize opportunities. The other party was stunned, but he was not!

He took a quick step forward, rushed directly to the other party, and slammed the deformed plate away again with a flick of his hand.

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

And this fight was seen from beginning to end by Sheriff Ben Grillos.

(End of this chapter)