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

Tonight is no exception.

Lin Feng, holding a towel and soap dish, calmly walked towards the bathroom entrance as usual.

The dim yellow light cast long shadows in the corridor, and the air was filled with damp moisture.

The bathroom door was ajar. Lin Feng pushed it open, just as he reached the corner where the changing area and the shower area met.

A sudden change occurred.

Two burly, dark figures suddenly darted out from the shadows of the lockers on either side.

They slammed into Lin Feng's temples and chest from both sides.

These were the two old black men who had been beaten up during the day, and whose eyes were now bloodshot and filled with hatred.

They absolutely will not allow a Chinese person to shit on their necks.

They calculated the timing and angle perfectly, choosing to launch their attack at the moment when the enemy was most relaxed, in a blind spot of surveillance.

Their speed was undeniably fast, and their teamwork was barely passable. They displayed the ruthlessness and directness characteristic of underground boxers, attempting to render Lin Feng incapable of resistance with a single blow.

However, in Lin Feng's eyes, their speed was as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie.

Lin Feng didn't even make any big movements to block or dodge.

At the same time, his right leg kicked twice with incredible speed, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Bang! Bang!"

The next second, before the two black men even felt any pain, they felt an irresistible, immense force coming from their abdomens.

The feeling wasn't like being kicked, but more like being hit head-on by a truck and flying backward through the air.

Two muffled sounds were particularly clear in the empty bathroom.

The two flew more than five meters, first crashing heavily into the slippery tile wall, and then slid limply down the wall to the ground, collapsing into a heap.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly, with only his chest rising and falling very faintly.

The entire process, from the initial attack to its conclusion, took no more than three seconds.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at them a second time, as if he had casually brushed away two annoying flies.

He walked calmly to a showerhead and began to wash up.

Lin Feng had actually used a clever technique in those seemingly casual kicks.

At the moment of impact, his toes acted like the most precise scalpel, subtly striking two extremely hidden acupoints or nerve plexus nodes near the hearts of the two men, which were crucial to the blood supply to the heart.

It won't kill immediately, but it's like two time bombs planted next to the heart.

In the future, whenever these two engage in strenuous exercise, such as fighting or playing basketball, causing their heart rate to accelerate and their blood pressure to spike to a certain threshold, it will instantly trigger a myocardial infarction or blood vessel rupture, resulting in sudden death on the spot.

Lin Feng didn't let them die on the spot because he knew he would be leaving in three days.

After washing up, Lin Feng dried himself with a towel and then pushed open the bathroom door as if nothing had happened.

Outside the door, some waiting prisoners saw him come out and vaguely heard the commotion inside, and seemed to understand something.

They all lowered their heads and made way, their eyes filled with even greater awe.

Lin Feng returned to his cell.

He now lives in a relatively spacious single cell with a separate bed, desk, and even a television.

This treatment is practically VIP level.

He turned on the TV, and an American drama was playing.

The lights-out whistle blew, and two female prison guards, Gianna and Mira, walked in.

Jaina: "Lin, I heard you're going out?"

He pulled at his orange prison trousers as he spoke.

"That's right, about three days later."

"Oh, I really hate to see you go, boohoo..."

It bit down without any hesitation.

"Lin, will I ever see you again?"

Mira naturally wouldn't let Jaina make a name for herself.

"Of course, you can see me whenever you want."

Time flies, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Lin Feng was escorted by two stern-faced bailiffs onto a special prison van marked with the logo of the judicial department.

The wheels rolled over the rough concrete road outside the prison, heading towards the federal district courthouse in the city center.

Lin Feng was brought to the dock.

He looked up and saw a familiar figure in the front row of the audience.

Sarah, dressed in a well-fitting beige trench coat, looked at him with concern, her bright blue eyes filled with obvious nervousness and anticipation.

Lin Feng also met with his lawyer.

A blonde woman wearing a well-tailored black blazer.

She sat upright, with an air of arrogance on her face.

It was Sarah's sister, Erin Elizabeth, whom she had specially invited from New York, a well-known criminal defense lawyer in Manhattan.

The two sisters do share a striking resemblance, both possessing blonde hair, blue eyes, and deep-set features, but their personalities are quite different.

Eileen was sharp and assertive, a typical image of a charming lawyer, with an even colder gaze.

The case itself is not complicated, and the chain of evidence is clear.

Lin Feng's actions were deemed standard self-defense, and the prosecution did not even raise any strong objections.

The court proceedings were swift.

"Based on the existing evidence and relevant federal and state laws, this court finds that the charges against the defendant Lin Feng for 'unlawful use of violence and restriction of personal freedom' are not established."

He was released in court.

The judge struck the gavel, the sound echoing in the silent courtroom.

Sarah's face broke into a bright smile.

She strode forward and gave Lin Feng, who had just been officially declared free, a warm hug: "Congratulations, Lin, you're free."

Lin Feng felt the warmth in his arms and the faint scent of perfume, and patted her back with a smile: "I have to thank you for your help, Sarah."

Irene Elizabeth, who had already gathered her documents, walked over.

There was no joy on her face at the victory; she maintained her usual cold, businesslike expression.

His gaze swept over the two embracing figures, finally settling on the younger sister's face. His voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable warning:

"Sarah, I think you need to maintain proper social distance from him."

You know very well what separates you; it's not just the iron bars of a prison.

Some things are impossible, so don't give people unrealistic fantasies.

Sarah immediately let go of Lin Feng like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, turned around and rolled her eyes at her sister, her tone sarcastic: "Shut up, you bitch. Every time we meet you you have to put on that lecturing face. It's really annoying."

Put away your elitist arrogance and inexplicable prejudices. Lin is far superior to most of the so-called "outstanding people" you know.

"Doing this only makes you look ignorant."

Eileen's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, a faint hint of sarcasm in her voice: "Excellent people don't put themselves in the dock in criminal court."

This isn't prejudice, Sarah, just a realistic and well-intentioned reminder.

She emphasized the word "goodwill".

After speaking, she finally turned her gaze to Lin Feng and said in her somewhat broken Chinese:

"Mr. Lin, I personally agree with an ancient and wise tradition in China: marriage is about matching social status and family background."

Coincidentally, our family also places great importance on this.

She paused for a moment, her icy blue eyes staring directly at Lin Feng.

"I hope you can respect this fine tradition of your country."

Don't try to touch or fantasize about things that don't belong to you and never will. That's good for everyone.

In Eileen's eyes, Lin Feng was nothing more than a poor loser who deceived Sarah's feelings and wanted to get a green card and fulfill the American dream through Sarah.

After saying that, he ignored his sister Sarah, picked up his briefcase, turned around, and left the courtroom.

After the figure disappeared outside the courthouse, Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, turned to Sarah who was still furious, and said with a hint of mockery in his tone:

"Your sister is very arrogant."

Sarah linked arms with Lin Feng and said, "Her professor is the top lawyer Alan Dershowitz, so she's quite arrogant at home."

Alan Dershowitz? Lin Feng vaguely remembered him. Wasn't he the idol of Aisin-Gioro Shit, who shouted that he wanted to be a world citizen?

"Is he Alan Dershowitz, the guy who went to Lolita Island 137 times?"

Sarah shrugged and said, "Yes, let's go."

Lin Feng said, "Alright."

Sarah was driving a Cadillac Escalade. After she got in, Lin Feng said, "I didn't expect you to drive such a big car."

Sarah looked at Lin Feng: "I just like big ones."

"You have good taste. And to be honest, I've never actually tried having sex in a car before."

"That's a good suggestion, let's go eat first."

As the two left the courthouse, Lin Feng saw a black Toyota following behind them.

Lin Feng did not alert Sarah, but instead had two more bullets in his hand.