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

The two black men could only curl up, their hands tightly protecting their heads and vital organs, letting out painful groans as they endured the beating.

Their previous arrogance was instantly extinguished by their overwhelming numerical advantage and frenzied beating.

The prison guards patrolling the second-floor corridor had already noticed the commotion below.

But they just crossed their arms and watched indifferently, without doing anything.

Only after the beating had nearly ended, with the two new black men bruised and battered and on the verge of death, did the prison guard lazily pull out his whistle and blow it loudly.

A piercing whistle rang out.

The prisoners, who had been fighting with bloodshot eyes, gradually stopped and dispersed, panting heavily.

"Damn it, my hands are all swollen from hitting them."

"Me too, my hands are all scraped and raw."

The prison guard shouted down, "You lot, carry these two idiots to the infirmary, quick!"

"Yes, officer."

Several prisoners who hadn't done much work and were still relatively conscious quickly responded, and hurriedly lifted the two limp, black men and dragged them toward the infirmary.

Meanwhile, in the corner, the group of black prisoners faced the wall the entire time, singing "Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse" with all their might.

Lin Feng remained seated in his chair the entire time, leisurely munching on sunflower seeds.

Just as Matthew was being carried over, and his two underlings were anxiously preparing to take him to the infirmary, Lin Feng snapped his fingers.

The two henchmen immediately stopped, carried the unconscious Matthew, and jogged to Lin Feng, bowing respectfully: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Put him on the ground."

"He's the boss."

The two carefully placed Matthew on the ground.

Lin Feng picked up a melon seed and flicked it with his finger.

The sunflower seed shell hit Matthew precisely on the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

Matthew's body trembled slightly.

Then, under the astonished gazes of his henchmen, Matthew's eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Boss?"

Matthew struggled to sit up, and when he saw Lin Feng, a look of shame appeared on his face. "I'm sorry, boss, I'm useless."

The two henchmen beside him were completely dumbfounded, their eyes filled with almost fanatical worship as they looked at Lin Feng.

They were so eager to kneel down and kowtow to become his disciples.

Lin Feng: "Why waste time talking to them? Next time, just get straight to the point."

"Yes, boss." Matthew nodded vigorously.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the exercise yard again, and the prisoners who met his gaze all unconsciously lowered their heads or looked away.

He hesitated for a moment, then said to Matthew:

"Okay, there's something I need to tell you."

I might be going out in a few days.

Matthew, you're going to be the boss here from now on.

Upon hearing this, Matthew and his henchmen were stunned, their faces showing a complex mix of emotions: reluctance, confusion, and fear of losing their backer.

Matthew asked anxiously, "Boss, are you...are you leaving?"

"I...I'm not strong enough, I'm afraid I won't be able to control them."

He was genuinely a little panicked. His current status was entirely due to Lin Feng's support behind the scenes.

Once Lin Feng leaves, the black prisoners who were forced to sing, the two new troublemakers who arrived today, and other secretly discontented individuals will likely immediately rebel.

Lin Feng said calmly, "I will say hello to the prison guards Gianna and Mira."

After I leave, they will take care of you appropriately and help you maintain basic order.

As long as you don't cause any major trouble and remain in prison until your release, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Matthew's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

If a prison guard secretly helps, the situation is completely different.

In this prison, the prison guards are the real rulers.

If they show even a little favoritism, many things will be much easier to handle.

"Yes, thank you, boss." Matthew was in high spirits and assured him repeatedly.

This prison holds mostly short-term prisoners, with sentences rarely exceeding one year, making it difficult for them to form deeply entrenched gangs.

As long as you can maintain a stable position in the early stages, and rely on your connections with the prison guards and careful management, it shouldn't be too difficult to become the leader.

Then, Matthew remembered something and a worried look appeared on his face. He lowered his voice and said, "Boss, what about the Blood Gang?"

They threatened to take action against you.

Lin Feng had previously dealt with Kevin from the Blood Gang, thus creating a grudge.

"Don't worry about this."

"He's the boss"

Meanwhile, inside the prison infirmary, two elderly black men were grimacing as they received basic treatment.

The nurses were wiping the wounds on their faces with alcohol.

"Fuck...you fucking go easy on me!" The scarred black man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes fierce.

After a quiet conversation with a familiar Black prisoner in the infirmary, they finally figured out the root cause of the "sunshine, rainbow, and white horse" farce that had occurred during the day.

It turned out to be a young Chinese man pulling the strings behind the scenes.

This news made the two men feel even more angry and humiliated than the beating they had received.

"Fuck you! A Chinese guy? He's the boss here?"

"I've been in juvenile detention centers and prisons since I was ten years old. I've been to more prisons than you've been to prostitutes."

"I've never seen a Chinese person become a boss before!"

"Exactly, do those yellow-skinned monkeys even deserve to ride on our heads and poop?"

If we swallow this insult, how will we ever face anyone again?

The two looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.

"Do it while I'm taking a shower tonight."

Scarface Old Black lowered his voice and said, enduring the pain in his ribs;

"The bathroom has no security cameras and is full of random people, so it's the perfect place to take action. Only by crippling him can we establish our authority."

"Let's do it this way!" The burly old man licked his cracked lips, revealing a cruel smile.

In their view, a Chinese person could become the boss here if he had bribed the prison guards with money; it's a fact that Chinese people are rich.

They absolutely do not believe that a Chinese person is that powerful.

The Black nurse who was tidying up the equipment nearby heard their whispers, glanced at them speechlessly, shook her head, but said nothing.

She was indeed upset about how Lin Feng treated the black prisoner, and she felt offended.

But the mysterious Eastern man, Lin Feng, is Dr. Sarah's special boyfriend.

Sarah's obvious protection of Lin Feng was no secret.

Offending Lin Feng could very well be the same as offending Dr. Sarah, and that beautiful prison doctor is not someone she can afford to mess with.

Moreover, Lin Feng himself is quite strange.

This mysterious and unpredictable person was like a wizard. As a mere nurse, she was too afraid to even peek into his affairs or get involved.

She deftly applied the last piece of tape to both of them, saying expressionlessly, "Okay, you'll feel better after taking the painkillers."

"Fuck you, the wound hasn't been cleaned yet."

Time slipped by unnoticed, and it was time for a shower.

Ever since Lin Feng became famous for his battle in the bathroom.

An unwritten rule formed in the prison: every night when taking a shower, Lin Feng had to be the first to enter the communal bathroom.

Only after he finished washing and came out could the other prisoners enter in turn.

This is a symbol of status.

Of course, the others were even more afraid of being beaten to death by Lin Feng.