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

Lin Feng then focused on cultivating his mind, using breathing techniques to circulate his qi and blood.

After only three rounds, Lin Feng was panting heavily. He had exhausted himself today, so he gave up.

Stepping out of the space, it was already bright daylight, and the rising sun had fully appeared.

After resting for a while, Lin Feng took out the white ox horn bow and tried to draw the string and shoot an arrow. Unexpectedly, it was much easier than before, and he felt no pressure at all.

Previously, I would get a little tired after shooting thirty arrows, but as my physical strength has increased, I can now shoot hundreds without feeling anything, and I'm even stronger after recovering.

It was obvious that the two stone bows were already losing some of their power.

Currently, Lin Feng's strongest asset is actually the bow and arrow; it's incredibly useful.

The draw weight of a three-stone bow is 360 jin, which is the strength of a top-tier warrior.

Although it is not as powerful or convenient as a gun, I don't have a gun for the time being, so I plan to buy a three-stone bow in case of emergency.

Another point is that Lin Feng compared his experience with Huang Shouren's and found that his strength and speed were more than twice that of Huang Shouren's.

With its current strength, it could easily dominate American prisons.

Lin Feng still felt powerless against firearms, so he still had a phobia of insufficient firepower.

If you lack strength, then continue to play defensively and develop your strength.

After checking and confirming that there were no problems, Lin Feng left the courtyard.

This time, instead of going to the charity hall, we went to the weapons street in the eastern part of the city.

I went to a familiar place called "Wang's Arrow Shop".

Lin Feng walked into the shop with a two-stone bow in his hand. The shopkeeper was still sitting behind the counter, scraping arrow shafts. He looked up and saw that it was Lin Feng. This was a big customer. He was overjoyed.

He put down his scraper and arrow shaft, and asked with a smile, "What would you like to order this time, sir?"

"Give me a three-stone bow."

The shop owner looked at Lin Feng with a hint of surprise, his expression incredulous.

When I bought the two-stone bow before, I didn't believe it. I didn't expect that just a few days later I would go straight to the three-stone bow.

"A three-stone bow? Are you sure?"

"Of course"

The shop owner nodded, took out a bow from behind the counter, and wiped off the dust with a rag.

Only then was the entire bow revealed.

The handle is wrapped in tiger skin, the material of which has a glossy black sheen.

The shop owner glanced at it and reluctantly handed it to Lin Feng.

"This is a Golden Tiger Bow with a price of three stones. Please give it a try, sir."

Upon receiving the bow, it felt heavier than a two-stone bow.

It looks thicker and more substantial.

Lin Feng didn't pull it open, but simply asked, "How much silver?"

The shop owner looked somewhat proud, "The bow is made of harder ebony, and the string is made of dragon sinew."

Lin Feng: "Who are you trying to fool? You think you can get your hands on a dragon's tendon?"

The shop owner looked somewhat uneasy. "Of course it's not a real dragon. This Golden Tiger Bow is made from a long and complete tiger hind leg tendon, which is extremely rare."

The bowstring was also reinforced with silk threads from Jinzhou silkworms.

It is not easily deformed after getting damp, and its elasticity and fatigue resistance are even stronger, making it an absolutely top-tier bow.

"Tiger tendons?"

"Yes"

"Hmm, what's the price?"

"45 taels of silver, plus two arrows and a quiver."

Lin Feng's face darkened: "Too expensive, I can't afford it."

Shop owner: "This Golden Tiger Bow is an ancient bow, and the price is already the lowest."

"Shopkeeper, look at all this dust on this Golden Tiger Bow. It's clearly been sitting unsold for a long time. What's the lowest price you can offer?"

44 taels

"Too expensive. How about this, shopkeeper? I'll give you 40 taels and throw in two arrows and a quiver."

"Good deals," the shop owner said.

Lin Feng: ...

Damn it, we lost out.

Feeling uncomfortable under Lin Feng's stare, the shopkeeper said, "How about this, I'll give you one more arrow at most."

Lin Feng: "Alright, I bought this white ox horn bow from you, how much is that a discount?"

15 taels

"Holy crap, I spent 21 taels on that before!"

"Sir, have you forgotten? You previously purchased ten arrows. Besides, selling and buying back are not the same thing."

Lin Feng: "Okay, that's settled."

Then Lin Feng handed the silver in his hand to the shopkeeper.

It was exactly 25 taels, not even a tael more.

After leaving "Wang's Arrow Workshop," Lin Feng felt he had been cheated because he hadn't gotten any advantage.

He found a secluded spot and put the Golden Tiger Bow into his spatial storage.

They then went to the charity hall.

As soon as we arrived at the intersection near the charity hall, we witnessed a tense standoff.

Eight people were standing by the roadside at the entrance of the charity hall, led by Huang Shouye, the second son of the Huang family.

Sun Dayong and Yuan Chun, the senior disciple of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, were standing at the main entrance of the charity hall.

Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't rush over, but instead hid behind a tree and listened.

Yuan Chun said coldly, "Huang Shouye, do you really think our Black Tiger Martial Arts School is easy to bully?"

Huang Shouye snorted coldly: "Who told your Black Tiger Martial Arts School to meddle in other people's business?"

I told them that if they were to carry Wangcai's coffin three days later, they absolutely had to.

Yuan Chun: "This is outrageous! Dream on!"

Sun Dayong also glared angrily:

Huang Shouye snorted coldly, pinched the black hair at the corner of his mouth, and said again:

"Yuan Chun, I respect you as a man. It hasn't been easy for you to learn martial arts all this time. The person I found is a handyman disciple of the charity hall, and it has nothing to do with you."

Don't be ungrateful.

Yuan Chun: "Hmph, I, Yuan Chun, am a coward who fears death. Even if the three of them are menial disciples of the charity hall, they are still disciples of my Black Tiger Martial Arts School."

As the senior disciple, I must protect them.

"There's absolutely no way they'll carry a coffin for a dog. You're dead unless you step over my dead body."

Just as Huang Shouye was about to say something, the sound of horses' hooves approached.

A yamen runner rode up at full speed on a black horse.

"Young Master Huang, the county magistrate has ordered you to stop causing trouble and return home immediately."

Before Huang Shouye could say anything more, the other party said again, "The county magistrate said that if you don't listen, he won't take responsibility, and you'll bear the consequences yourself."

Upon hearing this, Huang Shouye felt he had lost face.

He glared fiercely at the bailiff.

But he didn't dare cause any more trouble; he knew who he could mess with and who he couldn't.

One may not care about a mere constable, but one should still be wary of the power behind him.

"Consider yourselves lucky."

After saying this, Huang Shouye led everyone away.

Zheng Hongwen and Zhou Ming, who were inside the charity hall, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They were no match for Huang Shouye.

As Lin Feng watched Huang Shouye's retreating figure, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

This beast dares to come here and cause trouble.

I really want to take out a new bow and arrow and shoot an arrow.

But Lin Feng did not act impulsively under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Yuan Chun clasped his hands in thanks to the yamen runner and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Li."

The constable said, "Brother Yuan, you're too kind. Huang Shouye really went too far."

I'll trouble Senior Brother Yuan to send someone to collect the body.

The weather was hot, and the bodies of the Zhang family members had already begun to decompose.

Although the Black Tiger Martial Arts School is not as strong as the Huang Family Martial Arts School, it still has a certain reputation in the City Lord's Mansion because of the existence of the charity hall, so naturally they do not want anything to happen to the two of them.

Yuan Chun nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Okay, goodbye."

After the yamen runners left, Lin Feng slowly walked into the charity hall.

Sun Dayong said, "Lin Feng, you've come at the right time. You, Zheng Hongwen, and Zhou Ming should go to the Zhang family in the north of the city and bury the bodies."

"OK"

Yuan Chun, standing to the side, looked at Lin Feng with a hint of shock in her eyes.

How is that possible?