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

An eerie silence fell over the entire living room, with only the lingering smell of urine and the strange fragrance of the medicinal powder mingling in the air.

Heidi, Maria, and Ivana stood frozen in place, as if petrified, barely breathing.

Their gazes were fixed on Lin Feng, their eyes filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and an almost worshipful awe.

Is this really something that humans can do?

A bullet fired casually has the power of a firearm.

Even more unbelievable is that the gushing blood stopped instantly with just a seemingly casual touch of a finger on the shoulder.

Next, the cold scalpel cut open the flesh, and the bullet was casually picked out. Finally, some magical powder was sprinkled on. The whole process was smooth and without the slightest hesitation.

Heidi's gaze was the most intense.

The initial fear had been replaced by an indescribable fervor.

Lin Feng's previous mention of God's will, coupled with the miracles before her that defied common sense, formed a distorted yet firm belief in her mind: Teacher Lin must be God's messenger.

Otherwise, how can all of this be explained?

In contrast, Juan's fear of Lin Feng stemmed from the deepest recesses of his soul.

Daniel's ruthlessness is evident; he knows how to deal with it and even dares to play some tricks behind people's backs.

But Lin Feng's realm is completely inhuman.

He felt as insignificant as an ant in front of Lin Feng.

Faced with such an existence, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; the only option was complete submission.

This is no longer human; it is clearly a demon walking among men.

Lin Feng pointed to the blood-stained bullet on the ground.

He glanced at Juan, whose face was deathly pale, and said calmly, "Consider this a small gift for us."

"A...gift?" Juan's body trembled uncontrollably again, aggravating the wound on his shoulder and sending a tingling, itchy pain through him.

What boss gives his subordinate a bullet as a greeting gift?

Or a bullet that penetrates directly into the body.

This gift is so damn painful; it's the most painful gift he's ever received in his life.

However, would he dare refuse the gift Lin Feng offered?

Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare.

Juan, enduring the strange sensation in his shoulder and the chill in his heart, bent down and picked up the bullet stained with blood and flesh.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Lin Feng in the eye, and said in as respectful a tone as possible, "Thank you for the reward, boss."

Lin Feng remained noncommittal about his attitude, sat back down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "From today onwards, I am your boss."

For now, everything regarding Daniel's affairs will remain the same, and you will be in charge of handling it.

Don't bother me unless it's important. If I need something, I'll text you.

Upon hearing this, Juan felt a slight sense of relief.

His position and power are still there; it's just that the leader has changed.

"Yes, boss, I understand."

He quickly replied.

"If you encounter any problems that you can't handle, you can also tell me."

I will handle it accordingly.

Juan felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that this was a way out he could seemingly ask for help.

"Yes, boss."

I will report any news or developments to you immediately.

He hurriedly pledged his loyalty.

Lin Feng seemed satisfied with his answer and pulled over the travel bag containing the ransom.

He unzipped his jacket, took out $100,000, and casually tossed it onto the carpet at Juan's feet.

"This 100,000 is a reward for your hard work."

From this day forward, no more kidnapping of Chinese people is permitted.

Did you hear me?

Juan looked at the green US dollars at his feet and dared not disobey in the slightest.

"Yes, boss!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly, "You smell like urine."

By the way, don't wash off the medicine powder on the wound; let it be absorbed on its own.

"If you dare to waste even a little bit..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the cold glint in his eyes said it all.

Juan felt like he had been granted a pardon and nodded repeatedly, "I wouldn't dare, absolutely not, thank you, boss." He picked up the US dollars from the ground, ignoring the injury on his shoulder, and almost hunched over, he backed away step by step toward the door.

It wasn't until he left the living room and stepped out of the villa through the automatic door that Juan felt as if he had come back to life.

He didn't dare linger, or even look back at the villa, and ran wildly toward his car parked by the roadside.

He staggered into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

Only at this moment did he feel like he had survived a disaster.

He slumped in the seat, feeling as if all his bones had been removed.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of relief at surviving the ordeal welled up in his heart, and this bald man, who was considered a tough guy on the streets of Tijuana, covered his face and burst into tears.

Only he himself knew the immense fear he had endured in that living room when facing that mysterious Eastern man.

It was truly an experience of being in ecstasy, no, it was a state of being unable to live and unable to die.

Wiping away her tears, she picked up a gauze and hurriedly wrapped it around her shoulder, covering the wound that had stopped bleeding and was now only sending waves of cool, tingling sensation.

He started the car and practically fled the villa area, with only one thought in his mind: Lin Feng is a devil, a devil that should never be provoked.

Inside the villa, Lin Feng took out $20,000 from his travel bag, took out $3,000, and gave the remaining $15,000 to the three women.

"I promised before that I would sponsor your trip to the United States."

He said to the three women, who were still somewhat dazed, "Take this money."

Heidi, Maria, and Ivana looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

Having just experienced a series of unimaginable shocks, I'm still somewhat digesting the shock.

"What are you staring at? Here you go." Lin Feng tapped the coffee table.

The three women then seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly stepped forward, each picking up a heavy stack of US dollars.

The unique texture of the banknotes that their fingertips touched evoked a mix of emotions in them.

"Please tidy up this place."

"Yes, teacher," the three girls replied in a low voice, and began to silently clean up the mess.

While they were busy, Lin Feng got up and walked towards the swimming pool.

I took off my coat and jumped into the cool water with a splash, swimming back and forth for a few minutes.

After swimming two laps, I lay back on the deck chair and closed my eyes to rest.

A cool night breeze was blowing, which felt very comfortable.

A few minutes later, the three women, having finished getting ready, tiptoed to the poolside.

Heidi hesitated for a moment, then walked to Lin Feng's side, looking at him with burning eyes, her voice filled with a hint of probing and longing: "Teacher, I also want to experience what Juan felt like being controlled by 'God,' is that okay?"

Maria and Ivana stood behind, not speaking, but their eyes also sparkled with curiosity and a hint of eagerness.

What you see with your own eyes and what you experience firsthand are two different things.

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