Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Las Vegas Detention Center, Nevada.

Hundreds of prisoners were gathered in the hall, with men and women managed separately.

In the northwest corner, a handsome Chinese man in his early twenties was handcuffed to a bench.

There were two girls sitting next to her, both around twenty years old. The one with brown hair and fair skin was named Rachel.

The black-haired, wheat-skinned Chinese woman is named Lisa.

They are hostesses at the casino.

The two women had exquisite features and hot figures, which perfectly matched Lin Feng's aesthetic, so he didn't hesitate to order them.

"Lin, you're in big trouble this time. You might face imprisonment."

Lisa began, "In America, restricting someone's personal freedom is a serious crime."

Since you've always been generous, I can help you hire a lawyer after I get out of here.

As long as you can afford the bail, you'll usually be fine.

Lin Feng remained calm: "The bail is $200,000. I don't have that much money on me. Let's wait for the judge's decision."

He had planned to spend two days in Las Vegas before returning home, but unexpectedly, he was robbed by a black man as soon as he left the casino, and his phone was stolen.

"Zero-yuan purchase" actually happened to me, how can I tolerate this?

Lin Feng kicked him to the ground and snatched the phone back.

After retrieving his belongings, Lin Feng did not call the police, as it would be too troublesome to do so in a foreign country.

Surprisingly, the old black man called the police first.

When the police arrived, they politely released the old man, but arrested Lin Feng, leaving him momentarily stunned.

The police officer then explained, "Even if he steals your things, you cannot stop him from escaping, much less chase or attack him."

As a result, Lin Feng was arrested on suspicion of assault and restricting personal freedom, with bail set at a staggering $20, not including the settlement fee paid to the black robber.

Clearly, the other party deliberately raised the price because they saw him as a show-off.

As for Lisa and Rachel, they were brought back together because of their age.

Las Vegas law states that you can drive at 16 and legally own a gun at 18, but you must be at least 21 to drink alcohol or gamble.

Both were only nineteen years old, so they were brought in for questioning.

"Lin, this is America," Rachel added from the side. "The charges against you are serious."

The estimated sentence is at least six months.

I suggest you find a lawyer as soon as possible and pay for bail; otherwise, the consequences could be severe.

"Thanks for the reminder, but there's nothing I can do if I don't have the money," Lin Feng said calmly.

Looking at his fearless appearance, Rachel and Lisa couldn't help but feel that Lin Feng was actually quite charming at this moment.

"Lin, now is not the time to be stubborn."

Lisa lowered her voice, "You could really get beaten to death in there. No one will care if something happens to you. I'm not kidding."

"Is my baby worried about me?" Lin Feng said dismissively.

"If you can really come out unharmed, we'd be happy to oblige," Rachel said, raising an eyebrow.

Just then, a policewoman walked into the lobby with a folder. Seeing Rachel and Lisa, she looked exasperated and said, "Rachel, it's you two again. How many times have you been to a casino?"

Rachel smiled nonchalantly: "The 8th time."

"And you, Lisa?"

"I've only done it 5 times."

"Come over and sign."

OK.

Before leaving, Rachel turned back and winked at Lin Feng: "Lin, I hope you can get out of here alive."

Lisa laughed and added, "Although Asian men aren't exactly popular in the dating market here, for some gay men, Asians like you are very sought after."

"If you can get out safely, I'll say yes."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he grinned, saying, "Wait for me."

Lisa and Rachel both gave him a flirty look; they didn't think Lin Feng would come out.

The policewoman shook her head speechlessly at Lin Feng's arrogant demeanor. She thought he was truly ignorant and would regret it once he went inside.

The hall was filled with prisoners, a motley crew of people, including those detained for crimes such as speeding, drunken brawls, and illegal possession of firearms.

This area mainly houses prisoners awaiting trial or serving short-term sentences.

The crowd was immediately displeased to see Lin Feng acting so arrogantly.

A burly, bald, black man with tattoos all over his face made a throat-slitting gesture at Lin Feng.

The other person pulled at the corner of their eye with their index finger, making a "squinting" gesture.

Lin Feng already disliked this group of people, and upon seeing this, he directly raised his middle finger in response.

The two sides gestured at each other from a distance, and the tension gradually escalated.

At that moment, two policemen brought in a drunk blonde woman.

She was wearing a tank top, denim shorts, and flip-flops.

The law here is: taking fentanyl is fine, but you'll get arrested if you're drunk.

The young woman noticed that the other prisoners were looking at her and was about to take off her top when the policewoman grabbed her and pressed her onto the table for a body search.

This enraged her, and she unleashed a torrent of insults at the policewoman: "You bitch! I was just having a drink, I didn't do anything else."

Let me go! You slut... Are you jealous that I'm sexier than you?

Bitch!

Lin Feng could clearly sense the policewoman's suppressed anger.

The warden, a bald white man in his forties, stood to the side and frowned upon seeing the scene: "Take her to the solitary confinement cell."

"Yes."

There is a corridor about ten meters long on the east side of the detention center, with rows of solitary confinement cells on both sides.

The room was dark, with only a soundproof pane of glass on the door allowing a glimpse of the outside world.

Through the glass, Lin Feng saw the drunk woman still cursing at the policewoman. Because the soundproofing was so good, he could only see her lip movements but not hear her voice. He guessed she was still "greeting" the policewoman's whole family.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat: the isolation room without surveillance cameras was a good place.

He glanced back and saw those old black men still provoking him.

Lin Feng immediately had an idea. "I heard your ancestors liked to grow cotton, right?"

In an instant, all the black men in the room were enraged. If they hadn't been handcuffed, they probably would have rushed up and torn Lin Feng to pieces.

"Fuck you!"

"You son of a bitch, you're dead!"

"You yellow-skinned monkey, you just wait!"

"You're dead, even God can't save you!"

Many white prisoners looked at Lin Feng in surprise, and some even quietly gave him a thumbs up.

Lin Feng not only didn't back down, but said, "I'll treat you to watermelon sometime..."

This completely ignited the anger of the Black men. Already easily angered, they were like enraged gorillas, vowing to kill Lin Feng.

The director's face darkened: "Put him in solitary confinement too."

The policewoman followed orders and took Lin Feng into the solitary confinement room. Before closing the door, she said in a low voice without any expression, "You'd better keep a low profile."

Racial discrimination is a serious crime, and prison is not a playground. Pray the judge won't give you a long sentence.

Lin Feng smiled indifferently.

After closing the door, he quickly checked the entire solitary confinement cell, confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras, and then slipped behind the door into a blind spot.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, his figure quietly disappeared from the solitary confinement room in the next moment.