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

He actually summoned the local gang with just one phone call, and the efficiency was terrifying.

An overwhelming sense of fear instantly overwhelmed them.

"Big brother, big brother, we were wrong."

We'll delete it, we'll delete the video right now, please let us go.

The bespectacled man was the first to break down, shouting in English with a sob in his voice, frantically reaching for his phone.

"Yes, yes, we'll delete it, we'll delete it all, please don't hurt us."

The other two were also terrified and begged for mercy.

However, the gangsters in the car couldn't understand their English at all, or rather, they didn't care what they were saying.

The bald, burly man at the head of the group merely glanced at them coldly and said to the driver in Spanish, "To Tijuana."

The van accelerated and sped off toward Tijuana.

The three international students were ashen-faced, slumped in their seats, their hearts filled with regret and fear.

They never imagined that what they thought was a harmless act of secretly taking photos and being stubborn would bring about such a terrible disaster, far beyond their comprehension.

As evening fell, the setting sun cast long shadows of the border wall.

Lin Feng kept his word.

With a light leap, he was on the border wall.

This scene left the three women utterly shocked.

They then used rope ladders and other tools to get Heidi, Maria, and Ivana over the high wall.

Across the wall lay the United States, which they longed for.

Lin Feng has been eating a lot of Western food lately and is starting to get tired of it.

Since they themselves suggested leaving to pursue the so-called American Dream or to find their lost husbands, Lin Feng was happy to do them a favor.

Of course, Lin Feng didn't ignore the fact that it was just a fleeting romance.

At noon, I sent a message to McKenna asking her to send two cowboys to help with the pick-up.

After seeing the three women off, it was already dark. Lin Feng drove back to his villa in Tijuana alone.

I had just sat down on the sofa in the living room when my phone vibrated.

It was a message from Juan, brief in content: "Boss, the person has been picked up from Hidalgo and is on their way back to Tijuana."

My friends in Hidalgo were very helpful; the fees have been settled.

Lin Feng glanced at it, casually replied with an "Mm," and tossed the phone aside.

He walked to the liquor cabinet and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

Of course, Lin Feng only wanted to teach those few bastards a lesson.

Another point is that as China's national strength grows, the disappearance of Chinese people will still attract a lot of public attention.

About an hour later, Lin Feng arrived at a private room in a bar.

The three children huddled on the ground, heads in their hands, not daring to utter a sound.

"Boss," Juan said respectfully.

Juan is now increasingly respectful towards Lin Feng.

A heartfelt surrender.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, while Juan stood respectfully to one side.

Upon seeing Lin Feng arrive, the three hurriedly pleaded, "We're sorry, big brother, we were blind to your greatness, we'll delete the video."

"We'll delete the videos, please give us a chance, brother."

Seeing the three of them looking so pathetic, Lin Feng sneered, "Fuck your mothers, you three bitches. I told you to just delete the video and that would have been fine, but you had to put on an act, didn't you?"

You're being shameless, aren't you? You like making videos, huh?

Okay, you can take as many pictures as you want today.

After saying that, he turned to Juan and said, "Strip him naked and film the video. Film it well."

Juan: "Boss, should we arrange a few more men? Several of our brothers are into this."

The three of them were genuinely terrified when they heard they were going to be forced to eat cream puffs.

He immediately began to beg.

"Brother, please don't do this. We were wrong. We're willing to pay compensation."

"Please, for the sake of us being Chinese, spare us this time."

"We were truly wrong; we were despicable."

Lin Feng nodded: "Very good. Now the three of you will play a game. If the game goes well, I will release you."

"Bro, what game?"

"A slapping contest, of course you can choose not to participate."

"We'll participate! We'll participate!"

"Big brother, let's join!"

They certainly knew the consequences of not participating.

Mexican gangs are known for their ruthlessness.

They'd rather be slapped in the face.

Lin Feng clapped his hands: "Very good, you three play rock-paper-scissors. The last one gets a slap and has to take off another piece of clothing."

Yes, yes, yes.

The three of them stood up shakily, forming a triangle.

Lin Feng took out his phone and started recording a video.

Rock, paper, scissors, let's begin.

After five rounds, the one wearing glasses lost.

The other two slapped him lightly.

Lin Feng shook his head, unwillingly saying, "You haven't eaten, have you? There hasn't been a sound."

Snapped!Snapped!

The blow was quite severe, and the man with glasses immediately turned red.

At the same time, they obediently took off their T-shirts.

Next, the three began their official match.

At first, they were somewhat restrained, but after a few rounds, the three of them started to get heated.

The force of the whipping became increasingly fierce.

Both of them cried out in pain.

Juan and the others found it extremely enjoyable.

After the three men's faces were swollen from the beating, Lin Feng said with satisfaction, "Very good, the game was exciting."

Upon hearing this, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big brother, can you please let us go?"

"We can let you go, but who will pay for your round-trip transportation?"

"We'll pay for what's ours."

Lin Feng: "Very good, Juan, let's settle the score with them."

"I paid $20,000 to capture the three of you."

"To be fair, $10,000 per person, any objections?"

No, absolutely not.

"Transfer the money, then get out tomorrow."

"He's the boss."

After they came out, Juan and several of his underlings respectfully followed Lin Feng.

"Boss, there was a fight between two gangs last night."

"What do you want to say?"

"The Fiery Gang heard that their leader, Daniel, hasn't shown up for several days, and they think there's something wrong with our Scorpion Gang."

Therefore, they also have some designs on our Scorpion Gang, and today they even tested the waters by robbing our bar.

It's obvious they're trying to steal our business.

Lin Feng: "I understand. I'll be staying in Mexico for a few more days. In that case, I'll take care of some trouble while I'm at it."

You'll go take over the territory tomorrow.

After saying that, Lin Feng drove away.

As Juan watched the Ferrari's headlights disappear, he felt an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement.

The underling couldn't help but ask, "Boss, who's that guy?"

"Remember, he is our new boss. Show him respect."

"Boss, are you alright? How dare this Asian guy say he'd make the Blazing Fire Gang disappear? The Blazing Fire Gang is one of the three major gangs in Tijuana, with immense power."

"Exactly, what qualifications does an Asian have..."

Before he could finish speaking, Juan suddenly slapped him across the face.

"Anyone who dares to say such things again will be sent to meet God."

The boss's strength is beyond your comprehension.

Just wait and see, you'll see what true strength is overnight.

Looking at the adoration and fanaticism in Juan's eyes, the group exchanged glances and all thought Juan had gone mad.

The following day, the entire Tijuana underworld went wild.

The leader of the Fiery Gang has disappeared, and all the leaders of the underground branches have been killed.

The manner of death was the same for everyone: a fatal slash across the neck.

Even more horrifying was that all the dead had the same wounds.

Inside the villa, Lin Feng looked at the mountain of US dollars piled up in the living room and was very satisfied.

These amounts to approximately thirty million US dollars.

Violence is indeed the most profitable.