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

Lin Feng glanced at them, a slight smile playing on his lips. Such a bizarre request was quite rare.

"Since you've been relatively obedient, I'll satisfy your curiosity."

Upon hearing this, Heidi, Maria, and Ivana all showed expectant expressions.

Lin Feng gently tapped the shoulders and necks of Heidi, Maria, and Ivana with his right hand.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

"Well"

The three women exclaimed in surprise at the same time, then froze on the spot.

Then I felt a tingling and numb sensation instantly sweep over my whole body.

They clearly felt that, apart from their thoughts still functioning and their eyes still being able to move, the rest of their bodies had completely slipped out of their control.

I can't even move a single finger.

This feeling of losing control over one's body is a hundred or a thousand times more intense than the shock of watching from the sidelines; the inner horror surges like a tsunami.

In less than a minute, without even blinking, the three women's eyes reddened, and tears uncontrollably welled up and slid down their cheeks.

The extreme fear in their eyes was enough to cause Maria and Ivana, whose psychological resilience was relatively weaker, to break down first.

He looked intently at Lin Feng.

Seeing that it was about time, Lin Feng made another move, patting their bodies a few times to release their pressure points.

The three women collapsed almost simultaneously, gasping for breath, as if they had been brought back from the brink of death.

Once Heidi caught her breath, her gaze towards Lin Feng was no longer just fervent, but also imbued with a deep-seated awe and reverence.

"Teacher, you must be a messenger sent by God, you must be, I firmly believe it."

Maria and Ivana nodded vigorously. The brief experience they had just had was more convincing than any preaching, completely overturning their understanding of the world.

This is not something a human could do; it's more like the power of a god.

In the entire world, only China has escaped the influence of divine and imperial power.

The West is still dominated by religion, especially the United States.

Lin Feng didn't take their reactions seriously; there are many illiterate people in the West who embrace a "happy education" approach.

"Alright, enough nonsense."

Now that my curiosity has been satisfied, it's time to get down to business.

"Maria, turn the BYD up a bit."

As night deepened, the lights around the villa's pool cast a gentle glow.

After the storm, the pool water level dropped by one-fifth.

The next day, early in the morning.

Juan sat up groggily, and the first thing he noticed was that his shoulder pain was gone.

He suspiciously unwrapped the gauze from his shoulder.

When the last layer of gauze was removed, revealing the skin underneath, Juan's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg.

The bloody wound from yesterday, caused by a bullet, has now shrunk and scabbed over, with the skin around the edges showing a healthy pink color.

He glanced subconsciously at the bloodstained bullet on the table.

Only when he saw the bullet still intact on the table did he realize the wound on his shoulder was real.

Otherwise, he would almost think he had experienced a nightmare last night.

Oh my god!

Juan jumped out of bed and rushed to the dirty mirror in the bathroom, repeatedly checking his shoulders from the front and back.

My fingers trembled as I touched the scar; it had truly healed, and at an incredible speed.

Just one night.

That Eastern devil... no, boss, what kind of magical powder did he give us?

And then there are his unpredictable and mysterious methods.

At this moment, Juan's feelings were no longer just simple fear.

The fear that arises when facing an irresistible force evolves into a more complex emotion: a sublimation of fear and a strange sense of awe.

It was as if ants had glimpsed the scales and claws of a dragon; besides trembling in fear, they also had the thought that following the powerful being might not be so bad.

With trembling hands, he pulled a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth.

It took several tries to light the lighter.

He took a deep breath, and the pungent nicotine mixed with smoke flooded his lungs, stimulating his nerves and finally allowing his overly tense mind to relax slightly.

A cigarette burned out.

Juan's gaze, initially filled with bewilderment and unease, gradually became unusually resolute.

That oppressive feeling of being powerless over life and death strangely brought a morbid sense of security.

Following a traditional thug like Daniel is a no-man's-land; you could be killed by your enemies or betrayed by your own men at any moment.

But what about following a mysterious and unpredictable "non-human" being like Lin Feng, who possesses extraordinary abilities?

"Fuck you, I'll give it my all," Juan muttered under his breath, whether to encourage himself or to resign himself to his fate was unclear.

He suddenly stood up, wrapped the bullet Lin Feng had given him in a tissue, and solemnly put it into his pocket.

He first went to a craftsman he knew well, who carefully cleaned the bullet, drilled a hole in it, and attached a thick silver chain to make a bullet pendant, which he then hung around his neck.

The cold metal pressed against his chest, a constant reminder of everything that had happened the night before.

Then, he went straight into a tattoo shop.

The tattoo artist looked up at him and asked, "Juan?"

"What a rare guest! What kind of tattoo would you like?"

Juan pointed to the right side of his neck, near his collarbone, "Here, I'll get two words tattooed."

"What character?"

"loyalty!"

Juan paused for a moment, then added, "It must be in Chinese characters, the most authentic style."

The tattoo artist raised an eyebrow, didn't ask any further questions, and found a font template on the computer.

Around noon, Lin Feng yawned as he woke up, feeling a bit tired from his indulgence.

The sun outside was blinding, and the heatwave seemed to be visibly rising in the air.

Tijuana's daytime heat was unbearable, and he immediately lost his desire to go out.

However, the acceleration from that Ferrari SF90 yesterday was truly addictive.

That craving for sports cars hadn't been fully satisfied; it felt like a cat's paw was scratching at my heart.

As evening approached, the sky turned a deep orange-red.

Unable to contain himself, Lin Feng grabbed his car keys and prepared to leave.

Upon seeing this, Erxiong's sister Ivana immediately followed like a cheerful little bird.

She was wearing a bright bikini, showing off her hot figure.

"Teacher, I want to go too!"

"Alright, get in the car."

"Teacher, let's go to a bar tonight."

"As you wish, since we're in Tijuana, let's check out the world-famous red-light district."

The streets of Tijuana were still bustling in the evening.

With the top down, Ivana's blonde hair flew in the wind, and her eye-catching bikini outfit and stunning curves complemented the cool supercar, attracting countless envious or greedy glances along the way.

To enjoy the ride to the fullest, Lin Feng drove directly onto the highway leading to the outskirts of the city.

The hands on the dial climbed higher and higher, and the powerful, jarring wind noise whistled past my ears.

Ivana screamed with excitement, and the straps of her bikini suddenly came loose, almost blowing her off by the strong airflow.

She gasped in surprise, frantically clutching her chest, her face pale with shock, which drew a burst of laughter from Lin Feng.

After speeding for only about twenty kilometers, the traffic ahead visibly slowed down. Lin Feng frowned and looked ahead; there was a traffic jam.

Soon, Lin Feng spotted many high-chassis SUVs and pickup trucks. He simply turned the steering wheel, ran over the gap in the central divider, rushed into the opposite lane, and sped away.

"Damn, this is truly surreal."

Lin Feng muttered to himself, wanting to follow suit, but after seeing Ferrari's low chassis, he had to give up.

I peeked ahead and saw the long, blocked-out line of cars stretching as far as the eye could see.

Too lazy to wait any longer, I turned the steering wheel and the red Ferrari deftly swerved into the emergency lane.

Slowly make a U-turn along the emergency lane and drive against traffic back to the nearest exit.