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

At this moment, Lin Feng wished he could punch Huang Shouye's head and smash it open.

But then he thought, Zhao Erniu was going to deal with Huang Xiong Huan that night, so he had to wait.

Let's kill Huang Xiong Huan first.

Everything will happen tonight.

As long as Zhao Erniu can kill Huang Xionghuan, Huang Shouye's death is imminent.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Wait a little longer, until it gets dark."

Despite trying to comfort myself, I still couldn't swallow the anger in my chest.

Huang Shouye's repeated provocations made Lin Feng feel as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Let that bastard enjoy himself for a few more hours."

Meanwhile, Zhou Ming finished his lunch at the charity hall and left happily.

He first went to the butcher shop and bought two pounds of pork, then bought a fish before carrying it home.

I was in a very good mood the whole way, and I even hummed a little tune as I walked.

Today is his mother's birthday, and Zhou Ming plans to buy some good food and have a lively celebration at home.

His mother usually fed him coarse grains to save money for his martial arts training, but today she treated him to something meaty.

Just as I turned the corner, my vision suddenly went dark as two figures blocked my way.

Upon seeing who it was, Zhou Ming's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had been drained from him.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes. He recognized the two men in front of him as wearing the uniforms of the Huang Family Martial Arts School. They were the same men who had followed Huang Shouye outside the charity hall that morning.

Their intentions were self-evident.

Zhou Ming felt remorseful, wishing he had listened to Lin Feng's advice.

He knew he was no match for the Huang family martial arts school, and his body involuntarily retreated, his back pressed against the wall.

Suddenly, he felt his heel step on something.

Looking back, I almost stopped breathing.

At this moment, there were three disciples from the Huang Family Martial Arts School behind them, completely blocking their retreat.

Zhou Ming swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Brothers... I haven't offended any of you, have I?"

The five people in front and behind him remained silent, only staring coldly at him.

Just then, a loud "crack" rang out.

The three people behind him made way, and Zhou Ming saw Huang Shouye standing there with a leather whip in his hand and a sinister look on his face.

Zhou Ming had long heard of Huang Shouye's ruthlessness, and his legs trembled involuntarily at this moment.

"Young Master Huang, what brings you here?"

Huang Shouye sneered, tilted his head, clicked his tongue twice, and then picked at his ear with his little finger: "What did I say three days ago?"

Zhou Ming hurriedly said, "Young Master Huang, it's not that I don't want to carry your beloved dog's coffin, it's just that I can't carry it by myself... Besides, Senior Brother Yuan has strictly forbidden us from doing so..."

"Not bad, not bad at all. You know how to respect your senior brother." Huang Shouye raised an eyebrow and said again, "Since you listen to Yuan Chun, does that mean you don't respect me?"

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

Young Master Huang, I'll go and carry your dog's coffin right away.

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Shouye suddenly lashed out with his whip.

"Crack!" The whip struck Zhou Ming's right cheek hard, leaving a bloody mark.

Zhou Ming gasped in pain, but dared not resist in the slightest.

"Asking you to carry the coffin is giving you face. Since you don't appreciate it, then don't bother with that face anymore."

As he spoke, he lashed Zhou Ming's left cheek with the whip again.

Zhou Ming instinctively raised his hand to block.

The whip struck his forearm.

"Oh ho? You dare to block me?"

Huang Shouye's eyes turned cold. "Cripple his hand."

"yes!"

"No...no! Young Master Huang, I was wrong, please forgive me this time!" Zhou Ming pleaded.

The group ignored him, one of them twisting Zhou Ming's left arm while another raised a wooden stick.

Zhou Ming said urgently, "Young Master Huang! I have something to say! Someone has insulted you!"

Huang Shouye gave a wink, and the stick stopped in mid-air.

"Oh? Who's insulting me? I'd like to hear it."

Zhou Ming gasped for breath, his heart pounding like a drum: "It's...it's Lin Feng, the one with the short hair."

"What did he say to me?" Huang Shouye was actually quite interested. How dare a charitable worker like him insult him? He must be tired of living.

"His exact words were: 'That bastard is no pushover; he'll definitely find a chance to retaliate.' Young Master Huang, I swear, it's absolutely true, not a single word has been changed!"

Huang Shouye clicked his tongue: "So you're surnamed Lin, right? I'll remember that."

"Young master, it seems to be that guy who lives in the west of the city. Let's smash up his house," the henchman whispered.

Huang Shouye nodded, then glanced at Zhou Ming, a cold smile flashing across his lips. "You're quite pragmatic; your fellow disciples betray you quickly."

"Thank you for your praise, Young Master Huang! You are so magnanimous. As long as you forgive me, I will be at your service whenever you need me!"

Zhou Ming thought that betraying Lin Feng would earn him forgiveness, but no sooner had he finished speaking than Huang Shouye casually waved his hand.

Zhou Ming only felt the wind rush past his ears and a dark shadow flash before his eyes. Then, with a "crack," his left hand was forcibly broken, causing excruciating pain.

He was writhing on the ground in pain, never expecting that Huang Shouye would still strike.

"Damn it, you dare to curse at me?"

"I didn't insult Young Master Huang, it was Lin Feng, it was him."

Huang Shouye spat, "Break his other hand and both legs too."

Since they're unwilling to carry Wangcai's coffin, there's no need to hold back.

"Yes, young master!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ming's screams echoed through the alley again.

Huang Shouye only nodded in satisfaction after Zhou Ming fainted from the pain.

Seeing the fish and pork scattered on the ground, he stepped forward and stomped them to pieces.

"Still want to eat meat? From now on, you'll be like a maggot, crawling around eating shit."

"Let's move on to the next one."

"Yes, young master."

"Young master, why not just kill him?"

"That won't do. He's a handyman at the charity, and the county magistrate specifically spoke to him about it today."

Killing him would cause trouble; as long as he's alive, everything will be fine.

The six figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

In the afternoon, after finishing his martial arts practice, Zheng Hongwen set off to go home.

Just as they reached the street corner of the slums in the north of the city, they bumped into two disciples of the Huang Family Martial Arts School.

Zheng Hongwen instantly remembered Lin Feng's instructions, a chill ran down his spine, and without saying a word, he turned and ran.

The two were taken aback, not expecting Zheng Hongwen to be so alert, like a rabbit.

"Chase!"

Zheng Hongwen ran desperately toward the charity hall, hoping to be safe once he reached it.

Unfortunately, they hadn't gone far when two more disciples from the Huang Family Martial Arts School blocked their path.

"You're pretty good at running, aren't you!"

"Beat them!"

Zheng Hongwen hurriedly shouted, "How dare you! My senior brother is nearby!"

"You dare to bully others? You're asking for death!"

Even if Yuan Chun were here, what would the Black Tiger Martial Arts School be?

Although Zheng Hongwen had studied martial arts for two months and was slightly stronger than the average person, he was no match for these people and was knocked to the ground in a single exchange.

As the sun sets, the sky turns a deep orange-red.

Lin Feng had just finished repairing the wooden bed inside the house when he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

Although the sound was faint, he heard it clearly.