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

Just then, the arrogant old black man was now covering his face and baring his teeth.

The red, swollen handprints on their faces looked particularly comical.

Four police officers who were conducting routine checks on other prisoners in the next examination room also saw the three.

The lead white police officer frowned, looking at the three disheveled Black prisoners before him, and asked impatiently, "Idiots, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to go wash up and wait to be assigned cells?"

"Officer! We need to call the police! Someone...someone is hitting us!"

The burly man who had his teeth knocked out by Lin Feng covered his cheek and shouted incoherently.

"Who hit you?"

Another policeman glanced at them, clearly not taking it too seriously.

Fights and brawls are commonplace in detention centers.

"It's that Chinese guy who was just put in solitary confinement! The one with yellow skin."

Another black man eagerly answered, gesturing excitedly, "He used a towel, a wet towel, like a whip, and 'smack!' lashed my face."

I felt like I was flying.

"God, he is the devil." He described it vividly, trying to recreate the horrific scene.

"Yes, yes, me too." The third black man hurriedly chimed in, pointing to his equally swollen cheek, "He hit me like that too, quickly arrest that devil. Put him in solitary confinement and increase his punishment."

The surrounding police officers were taken aback at first, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone chuckled first, and then all four policemen burst into laughter.

The laughter was undisguised.

"Hahaha, did you hear what these three idiots were saying?" A young policeman laughed so hard he bent over.

"A Chinese guy beat the three of you up like this with a towel. Hahaha..."

"God, could the Chinese person he's talking about be Bruce Lee?"

Another policeman wiped away tears of laughter from the corner of his eye, mimicking clumsy kung fu moves, "Or is it that Jackie Chan came here to experience life?"

Hahaha!"

"Idiots! Even if you're going to make up an excuse, can't you come up with something more plausible?" The lead white officer laughed and shook his head. "Getting slapped away with a towel by a Chinese guy? Are you hallucinating from too much drugs last night?"

"It's not an illusion; he's more terrifying than Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan."

He is a devil, an Eastern devil.

Old Black, who had lost his teeth, was so anxious that he jumped up and down, stretching out his palm to reveal a few teeth, trying to convince the police of this absurd fact.

But this explanation only drew louder laughter.

The police officers laughed for two or three minutes before they finally managed to stop.

But when they looked up and saw the three old black men with swollen faces that looked like pigs' heads, solemnly and anxiously defending themselves, they couldn't help but burst into another round of laughter.

"Haha, alright, alright."

The white police officer finally managed to stop laughing, waved his hand, and his face still held a thick smile and disdain. "You two go over there and see what's going on."

Lin Feng didn't pay any attention in the bathroom, and turned on the shower again to prepare for a bath.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Honggang immediately approached, smiling obsequiously:

"Brother Lin, let me rub your back."

Li Honggang rubbed his hands together, staring longingly at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng saw right through him; he simply wanted to find a backer in this dog-eat-dog prison.

Especially when you see your own strength.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but simply tossed the white towel in his hand to him.

Li Honggang was overjoyed, accepting the towel with both hands, his smile widening even further.

"Alright, Brother Lin, just watch."

"Brother Lin, how's the force? Is it too heavy?"

"A little light."

Lin Feng said casually.

"Alright."

Li Honggang immediately increased the pressure, rubbing while he couldn't help but sigh.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Lin, I'm not trying to be rude, but your skin is the best I've ever seen, even better than a woman's."

It's just like glazed porcelain, all the same color, without a single blemish.

I rubbed it for ages and there wasn't a speck of dust.

"And look at your physique, the lines are like they were sculpted by a knife, you're obviously a trained fighter."

Lin Feng did not respond to this flattery.

After undergoing several cleansing and purification rituals by the Black Lotus, his body underwent a complete transformation from the inside out. His skin became tough and free of impurities, and his muscles were not bulky but rather smooth and explosive, far surpassing those of ordinary people.

Having a large, muscular body that looks powerful but is actually useless. It lacks flexibility, explosiveness, and speed; it's all show and no substance.

Even scratching your back is out of reach.

In the fitness world, most people who want to build big muscles eat protein powder and get injections of anabolic steroids.

After rubbing for a few minutes, Li Honggang respectfully said, "Brother Lin, your back is all set. Turn around, and I'll rub your neck and the front of your body."

"No need for the front, you go ahead with your work." Lin Feng waved his hand.

"Alright! Take your time washing, Brother Lin!"

Li Honggang didn't dare to say anything more and quickly retreated to another showerhead next to him to wash himself.

While lathering himself with soap, he couldn't help but steal glances at Lin Feng out of the corner of his eye.

His eyes widened suddenly, and an expression of utter amazement appeared on his face. He almost choked on his own saliva.

"Cough... Brother Lin!"

Li Honggang lowered his voice, his tone filled with disbelief, envy, and awe, "You're not only incredibly skilled, but you're also exceptionally gifted in other areas. This land is truly rich and beautiful; you're a true pride of Asia."

Upon hearing this topic, Lin Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of smugness in his usually calm expression.

Li Honggang's flattery hit the nail on the head.

The transformation of Black Lotus is comprehensive.

My body has also changed.

Pants I bought in modern society now look like cropped pants, showing my ankles.

The clothes also generally felt a size too small.

Even the raincoat I bought is too small.

He used to be barely 1.8 meters tall with shoes on, but now he feels he must be at least 183 meters tall.

Moreover, both are over 180cm, only the units of measurement are different: one is a centimeter, and the other is a millimeter.

When Li Honggang saw the subtle curve at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth, he knew he had flattered the right person.

He immediately pressed his advantage, pointing to the prisoners beside him and whispering, "Brother Lin, look, many of these foreigners are actually not as good as me."

Those in the movie were all carefully selected.

"As far as I can tell, Brother Lin, you're practically the only one in this entire prison... that's it." He secretly gave a thumbs up.

Lin Feng was amused by him and interrupted his endless chatter: "Alright, stop flattering me and hurry up and wash yours."

If anyone bullies you here in the future, just say my name or tell me directly.

Upon hearing this, Li Honggang was overjoyed and nodded and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Brother Lin, thank you, Brother Lin. From now on, I, Li Honggang, will follow you."

He, a middle-aged man in his forties, called Lin Feng, who was in his early twenties, "Brother Lin." Far from feeling ashamed, he felt like he had found his tribe and was filled with a sense of security.

In prison, age and seniority are irrelevant; fists and strength are the only true measure of power.

Just as Li Honggang was secretly pleased, there was another commotion at the bathroom door.

Those three black men from before have returned this time with two police officers, one of whom is black.

"Officer, it's him, the Chinese guy."

Old Black, with missing teeth, pointed at Lin Feng from afar, his voice trembling with excitement and fear.

The tall, black police officer's sharp gaze swept over Lin Feng, then glanced at Li Honggang beside him with a fawning smile, before finally settling on Lin Feng's calm, expressionless face.

"You, step forward," the Black police officer began, his tone businesslike. "These three men accuse you of assaulting them. Is that true?"