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

Whether it was the effect of tempering his internal organs or the transformation brought about by cleansing his marrow and removing his hair, Lin Feng felt that his five senses had become much more acute.

After a moment's thought, he attributed the change to the cleansing of the marrow and the purification of the body.

According to Huang Shouren's memory, even if one's body refinement reaches the fourth level, one's five senses are only slightly stronger than those of an ordinary person, falling within the category of ordinary people.

There has never been such a significant improvement in myself.

The benefits brought by the feedback power of this black lotus seem to be far more mysterious than they appear on the surface.

Just as I was pondering this, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from outside the courtyard wall.

Their steps were heavy and hurried, clearly those of ordinary passersby; there were quite a few of them.

Lin Feng guessed that it was probably someone sent by Huang Shouye.

The Golden Tiger Three-Stone Bow appeared silently in his hand, and he moved to the window.

Peeking out through the window.

Several swaying dark figures were already approaching the courtyard gate.

A moment later, a domineering yet impatient voice rang out from outside the courtyard; it was Huang Shouye:

"Is that kid inside?"

"Young master, yes, I'm here!"

One of his men quickly responded, his tone ingratiating, "I just asked around the neighborhood, and they all say that the strange boy with the short hair hasn't been seen leaving since he came back. He's easy to recognize, there's no mistake."

"very good!"

Huang Shouye sneered, his voice laced with malice, "You lot, surround the yard completely, don't let a single fly out."

The four of you, rush in and take the person.

A lowly servant dares to insult me ​​from behind; he's courting death.

"I've caught him! I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

"Yes, young master!"

Amidst the heavy echoes, footsteps quickly dispersed and converged.

Lin Feng listened to the sounds and counted in his mind that there were about 10 people coming.

He slowly drew his bow, and the cold arrow was aimed at the door.

Whoever breaks through the door first, he is confident that the arrow will pierce the other's throat.

However, just as the bowstring was about to be fully drawn, Lin Feng let out a soft exclamation and stopped what he was doing.

A calm thought overcame the momentary murderous intent.

An arrow is bound to draw blood, but can one arrow kill everyone in an instant?

If even one fugitive escapes and cries for help, or if Huang Shouye notices something amiss outside, it will alert the enemy and cause endless trouble.

Bows and arrows are powerful weapons used in the dark, but once exposed, they can easily be overwhelmed by multiple attackers, putting you at a disadvantage.

Unstable, not suited to the old man's style.

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts flashed through my mind.

A direct confrontation is definitely not the best strategy.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng decided to adopt the instructor's guerrilla tactics and develop slowly.

The core strategy of guerrilla warfare is: the primary objective is to preserve oneself, and the secondary objective is to eliminate the enemy.

Seize the opportunity when the enemy is tired and lax, and launch a small-scale annihilation campaign.

Just before the figures surged into the courtyard, Lin Feng's mind stirred, and his figure slipped back into the space.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng had only been gone a few seconds when the flimsy wooden door inside was kicked open violently, and four disciples from the Huang Family Martial Arts School pounced into the room like wolves.

The room was empty; there was no one in sight.

Where are they?

"Search! Under the bed! In the closet!"

Amidst the clatter of billiard balls, the wooden bed that Lin Feng had just barely managed to repair was kicked and shattered into a pile of wood once again.

"It's not under the bed!"

"There aren't any here either!"

Huang Shouye then strolled in slowly, his hands behind his back.

In the dim light, he scanned the empty room and the rubble on the floor, his face quickly darkening as if covered with frost.

"Where is he?" His tone was low, but it sent a shiver down the spines of his men.

"Young...Young Master, that kid really isn't here..." The leader of the henchmen was sweating profusely.

"Not here?" Huang Shouye's gaze was like a knife, slicing across the face of the messenger. "Didn't you say he was definitely here? Hmm?"

"This...this...it must be those lowly people lying to me! I'll go and arrest them right now and bring them here to be punished!"

"Useless trash!" Huang Shouye kicked him away, his anger surging.

His frustration at missing his target left him unable to vent his anger.

The thought that Lin Feng might have already become aware and escaped made him grit his teeth with resentment at the feeling of being mocked.

He needed to vent, he had to leave a trace, to let that rat hiding somewhere know the consequences of messing with him.

"Burn this house down!"

He barked the order, his eyes blazing with a violent fire, "Let's see how long he can hide!"

"yes!"

The group breathed a sigh of relief, lit the tinderbox, and threw it directly onto the scattered bedding.

The flames began to spread and grew larger.

After Huang Shouye left, less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, thick smoke billowed out of the house.

The thick smoke that billowed into the sky also attracted nearby residents.

Seeing Huang Shouye and his group standing with their arms crossed beside the fire, no one dared to approach.

They all hid at a nearby street corner, pointing and whispering among themselves.

No one dared to put out the fire.

The homeowner came upon hearing the news.

Just as he was about to rush over to put out the fire, he was held back tightly by an elderly neighbor.

"Are you out of your mind?! Didn't you see it was the second young master of the Huang family who started the fire? You go up there now, and believe me, I'll throw you in with us!"

Upon hearing this, the homeowner was immediately startled.

"My house... if that young tenant runs away... who am I supposed to get compensation from...?"

Huang Shouye glanced around at the silent onlookers and realized that his intimidating power was still intact, which made him feel a little smug.

But the fact that he couldn't kill Lin Feng still bothered him.

He raised his voice, his chilling tone drowning out everyone else: "Listen up, all of you!"

This house is the consequence of going against me!

Anyone who dares to harbor that short-haired thief, or who knows about him but fails to report him, will be a role model!

A threatening gaze swept across the crowd, and everyone instinctively avoided Huang Shouye's eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

Huang Shouye snorted coldly, then led his men away.

Even after he had been gone for a long time, the area around the raging fire remained deathly silent, and no one dared to put out the fire.

They could only watch helplessly as the house gradually collapsed amidst the sounds of explosions and the smell of burning.

In the end, it turned into a pile of charred ruins with wisps of smoke and scattered sparks.

Inside the Black Lotus Space, Lin Feng wasn't anxious. He checked the time; it was already 8 PM, and he figured there shouldn't be anyone there anymore.

Lin Feng changed into a dark-colored outfit and covered his mouth and nose with a black cloth.

With a change of heart, he left the space.

As soon as I stood still, a strong, pungent smell of burning hit me.

The bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the surrounding environment.

The original house is gone, replaced by a shocking expanse of scorched earth.

The unburnt beams flickered with dark red embers, and wisps of smoke drifted weakly away in the night wind.

All traces of life have vanished.

Lin Feng's face instantly darkened. "Damn it, that Huang Shouye deserves to die!"

Looking around, I carefully searched the surroundings, but apart from a few distant barks, there was no sign of any living person.

After confirming that it was safe, he flashed and disappeared into the ruins.

The Huang Family Martial Arts School is located in a bustling area in the east of the city, and the roads there are paved with stone slabs.

The streets were empty and quiet, the stone pavement gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Lin Feng moved as nimbly as a cat, making almost no sound.

Stepping into the shadows, they cautiously made their way towards the Huang Family Martial Arts School.