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

After leaving Wangchun Pavilion, Lin Feng did not rush back to Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

The streets were filled with the aroma of cooking in the early morning.

Lin Feng went to a breakfast stall and bought some freshly steamed meat buns, as well as some fruit.

I visited Zheng Hongwen, who was in the hospital, empty-handed yesterday, and I felt it was a bit awkward afterwards, so I'll make up for it today.

When we arrived at the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, the orange-red hue on the eastern horizon had faded, and the sky was completely bright.

Shouts and cheers filled the martial arts gym, signaling the start of a spirited morning workout.

In the courtyard, the eldest disciple, Yuan Chun, was meticulously instructing more than a dozen disciples in practicing their boxing stances, his expression serious.

He caught a glimpse of Lin Feng entering out of the corner of his eye, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, he raised his hand to signal his disciples to practice on their own, and then turned and strode toward Lin Feng.

"Junior Brother Lin"

Yuan Chun walked closer, lowered his voice, and said with a tone of disappointment, "Why don't you listen to advice? Women are tigers. If this continues, your blood and energy will be depleted, and your promising martial arts career will really be ruined by those gentle women."

It's really not worth it.

Seeing his heartbroken expression, Lin Feng found it somewhat amusing, but remained outwardly composed.

He lifted the steamed buns and fruit in his hand and changed the subject: "Senior brother's words of advice are correct, junior brother will remember them."

"I'll take these things to Junior Brother Zheng first, and we can talk in detail later?"

After saying that, without waiting for Yuan Chun's reaction, he nodded and walked straight towards the backyard ward.

"You..." Yuan Chun's words were stuck in her throat. Looking at Lin Feng's back, she felt a tightness in her chest.

Arriving at the specially designated ward in the backyard, Zheng Hongwen's condition was almost the same as yesterday. He was still lying on the bed, his face ashen, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling beams.

His limbs were tightly wrapped in splints and bandages, and he looked listless and lifeless.

Lin Feng placed the steamed buns and fruit on the bedside table and offered a few words of simple comfort, such as "Take good care of yourself and don't overthink things."

Zheng Hongwen only managed a weak twitch of his lips, his eyes remaining vacant.

Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't say anything more.

He had already given the advice he needed to; the path he chose was his own, and he could only swallow the bitter fruit himself.

If Zheng Hongwen had been able to remain calm and patient for a day or two, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

But since things have come to this, there's no point in saying more.

He didn't stay long, and after sitting for a while, he got up and left.

Not long after he left, Yuan Chun finished dealing with the affairs in the front yard and went to the back yard to find Lin Feng, intending to have another "talk".

However, they learned from the gatekeeper that Lin Feng had already left long ago.

"He left again?" Yuan Chun stood at the door of the empty ward, looking at the spot where Lin Feng had just sat. The tightness in her chest intensified, and she couldn't help but doubt her previous judgment.

"How did he manage to reach his current level with such a carefree attitude, constantly running off to brothels and showing absolutely no respect for martial arts?"

Lin Feng naturally had no time to pay attention to Yuan Chun's dilemma.

After leaving the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, he first went to a charity hall.

The landlord, whom Lin Feng had arranged to meet the previous day, had been waiting for a long time. Lin Feng readily took out eight taels of silver and exchanged it for the IOU. The transaction was settled, and there was no further contact between them.

Having settled this minor matter, Lin Feng took the opportunity to inquire about the current situation of Huang Shouye and the Huang family's businesses at the charity hall and in the vicinity.

Upon inquiring, they received an unexpected message.

With the tacit approval or even nod of approval from the City Lord's Mansion, the enormous "legacy" left behind by the Huang family after their downfall has been quickly divided up by the Tian family martial arts school and the Li family martial arts school, who are like hungry wolves.

The most profitable gambling business is split between the two companies.

The Huang family's properties, deeds, and shops were also divided in two, falling into the hands of two different families.

The only exception is the Huang Family Martial Arts School, whose address and signboard, whether due to some tacit understanding or other reasons, are still temporarily registered under the name of Huang Shouye, who is now a cripple.

Even the Tian and Li martial arts schools sent people, ostensibly to "protect" Huang Shouye, but in reality to monitor him, or rather, to prevent the people from Fuhu Mountain from coming again.

Upon learning this news, Lin Feng temporarily suppressed his original intention to seize the opportunity to completely eliminate Huang Shouye.

Huang Shouye is now seemingly protected by the two families but actually under house arrest. If he acts rashly, he may alert them and even offend both the Tian and Li families, which would be a loss.

Since Zhao Erniu and Fuhushan haven't made a move, Lin Feng decided to wait a little longer.

In Lin Feng's opinion, Fuhu Mountain would definitely take action against the Tian Family Martial Arts School.

When the time comes and Fuhu Mountain makes a move against the Tian family, creating chaos, we can take advantage of the situation and kill Huang Shouye, making things even more complicated.

Anyway, a few more days won't make a difference.

Since the Huang family's main assets have been divided up, the three-courtyard house under Huang Shouren's name that Lin Feng had previously secretly stayed in has probably already been taken over and sealed by the Tian or Li families, so he can no longer go back.

For a time, Lin Feng really had nowhere to stay.

I found a clever-looking broker (real estate agent) on the street and started looking for a new place to rent.

This time, he didn't choose the west side of the city.

The western part of the city is close to the cattle and horse trading market, which was originally used to facilitate the purchase of wild animal carcasses. However, now that ordinary wild animals have reached the Inner Strength Realm, their effect on improving Lin Feng's strength is negligible, and they have lost their value in deliberately approaching them.

Therefore, he set his sights on the eastern part of the city, where life was more convenient and the environment was relatively better.

Soon, through a broker's introduction, he rented a house that also had a separate courtyard and a separate entrance.

The eastern part of the city is a good location, so the rent has naturally risen accordingly, costing four qian of silver a month.

After renting the house, cleaning and tidying it up, and buying some necessary household items, Lin Feng calmly headed to the Black Tiger Martial Arts School again.

Time flies by, and ten peaceful days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng had been secretly observing and patiently waiting for Fuhu Mountain to launch the expected retaliatory attack on the Tian Family Martial Arts School.

However, the result was quite unexpected.

Ten days have passed, and there has been no movement from Fuhu Mountain. The Tian Family Martial Arts School continues to operate normally.

Lin Feng even thought that Fuhu Mountain would not seek revenge.

I also visited the cemetery. Zhao Erniu hasn't appeared since he delivered the tiger last time.

During those ten days, he was not idle.

In his spare time, he visited Wangchun Pavilion four more times.

I've finished using the two boxes of Durex I bought before.

Of course, he only asked Wan'er to accompany him each time.

This is not because Lin Feng is particularly nostalgic or prefers familiar paths.

Ultimately, looking at the entire Wangchun Pavilion, the only ones who could catch his eye and meet his aesthetic standards, besides the courtesan Xueyao, were the top courtesan Wan'er.

Other so-called top courtesans, whether in terms of looks, figure, or charm, always seemed to lack something, failing to arouse his interest.

The plan to take advantage of the Tian family martial arts school fell through for the time being. However, on this day, while Lin Feng was adjusting his breathing, he keenly sensed the abnormality in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a full month of silence, the mysterious black lotus slowly began to rotate on its own again, and the familiar vortex gate quietly appeared beneath the lotus seat.

The Black Lotus's one-month cooldown period has ended.

Having had experience from previous trips, Lin Feng was now quite adept at it and felt no panic whatsoever.

While he wouldn't dare say he could withstand modern firearms, if he were to return to the Las Vegas detention center, taking on dozens of black men single-handedly would be a piece of cake.

"It's time to go back and take a look."

Before transmigrating, Lin Feng went to a restaurant and packed enough food and dishes to last for thirty days, which he then carefully stored in his Black Lotus Space.

After doing all this, Lin Feng returned to his rented courtyard that evening and closed his eyes to concentrate.

With a thought, Lin Feng communicated with the Black Lotus.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the bedroom.

When I opened my eyes again, a familiar scene came into view.

The cold metal walls, the cramped and confined space, and the dim lighting of the detention center's lobby through the only soundproof glass window on the door.

My gaze swept through the glass window toward the outer hall.

He saw the police coming and going outside, as well as the old black men who had been squinting earlier.

At this moment, these black men were still furious, spewing insults at the direction of the solitary confinement cell.

The time and the location remained the same—still the solitary confinement cell at the Las Vegas Detention Center.

Lin Feng quickly adapted to the change in environment.

A slow smile crept onto Lin Feng's lips; he was somewhat looking forward to the scene of these black men being locked up with him.

Immediately, Lin Feng looked through the glass and gave the middle finger to Lao Hei.