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

Lin Feng turned off the water, picked up a towel and wiped his face, revealing an extremely surprised and innocent expression: "Officer, this is truly a huge injustice."

"I want to fight... but I don't have the skill."

He paused, then pointed to the soap stains on the bathroom floor.

"It was the three of them fighting amongst themselves, pushing and shoving each other."

As a result, two people accidentally stepped on the soap on the ground, slipped, and fell quite hard.

Look, the soap stain is still there.

Sure enough, in the direction he pointed, there were two obvious scratches on the tile, and two bars of soap were lying in the corner.

The Black police officer looked in the direction Lin Feng pointed, his brows furrowing slightly.

Lin Feng glanced at the other prisoners who were silently watching in the bathroom. "If the officer doesn't believe me, he can ask everyone."

They all saw it.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other prisoners immediately chimed in with their own opinions:

"Yes, officer, I can testify that they were just playing around and fell over!"

"I saw it too; they're trying to blame others."

"Yes, it was infighting among them."

Everyone was in agreement, and the situation was one-sided.

The three black men were both anxious and angry, their faces turning even darker, but they couldn't produce any substantial evidence.

The two policemen exchanged a glance; without evidence, nothing the witnesses said would matter.

Besides, they didn't believe Lin Feng was that powerful.

The Black police officer waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright! Everyone, disperse."

The evidence is insufficient; the charges are unfounded.

Before leaving, he gave Lin Feng a deep look, a warning in his eyes.

Lin Feng's previous provocative remarks about "eating watermelons" and "picking cotton" also offended him, after all, he was also an old black man.

As soon as the police left, the atmosphere in the bathroom became awkward.

Seeing that their backer was gone, and meeting Lin Feng's increasingly cold gaze, the three old men were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, huddling together in a ball.

Lin Feng slowly dried his body with a towel, then raised his hand and pointed to the darkest corner in the northeast of the bathroom.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority: "You three, get over there, face the wall, and kneel down."

The three men trembled, their eyes flashing with humiliation and fear, and their feet hesitated.

I won't repeat myself.

Lin Feng's voice grew even colder, "The consequences won't be as simple as kneeling. Every time I see you, I'll beat you, until you're transferred away or I'm satisfied."

The chilling killing intent was so palpable that the three of them shuddered in terror.

That look was definitely the fiercest they had ever seen.

They weren't exactly vicious criminals; most were petty thieves, brawlers, or people like Lin Feng awaiting trial.

The prisoners held here are all on short-term sentences.

They thought catching a lone Chinese person would be a piece of cake, but little did they know they'd kicked a titanium alloy steel plate instead.

Faced with absolute power and fear, any pitiful thoughts of resistance vanished instantly.

The three of them, heads bowed, staggered to the corner of the wall, faced the cold, mottled tile wall, and knelt down.

Lin Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping over all the prisoners, and said clearly, "Everyone, go over there and slap them."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd. "Anyone who doesn't fight is going against me, understand?"

After a brief silence, a series of uneven but loud responses rang out: "Understood."

"OK".

Lin Feng nodded and walked over first.

He stopped behind the first black man, made no extra movements, raised his hand, and seemingly casually patted the back of his head.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the old black man's head lurched forward uncontrollably, slamming solidly against the wall. He cried out in pain, but gritted his teeth and dared not move.

Then came the second one, "Bang!" He kowtowed with the same precision.

The third one wasn't spared either; Lin Feng slapped him on the back of the head, sending him crashing into the wall.

"You worthless wretch."

Lin Feng cursed under his breath, shook his hands as if they were dirty, and then washed them with soap.

"It's your turn."

Li Honggang was the first to jump out, his eyes shining.

He imitated Lin Feng, and although he wasn't a trained fighter and lacked strength, he put in all his effort and slapped the three upturned backs of their heads three times in a row.

With each hit, he trembled slightly with excitement.

With him taking the lead, other prisoners who had been bullied in their daily lives or simply wanted to curry favor with Lin Feng followed suit, lining up to give the three kneeling black men a beating, some light and some heavy.

For a moment, crisp or dull thumping sounds rose and fell, mixed with the screams of the old men. The scene resembled some kind of absurd and cruel ritual.

His body trembled slightly with fear and humiliation, but he didn't even dare to turn his head.

Lin Feng watched coldly until everyone had had their turn before speaking calmly: "Alright, get clean and ready to go."

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant little episode before the meal.

The sound of running water returned to the bathroom, but the atmosphere was different now.

A small, invisible area had been created around Lin Feng, a vacuum formed by awe.

Li Honggang followed closely behind Lin Feng, like a loyal younger brother.

After they came out, two prison guards gave them an orange prison uniform and a pair of cloth shoes.

"Go over there for photos and cell assignments."

Lin Feng put on the prison uniform and noticed that the labels on the uniform and cloth shoes both said "Made in China".

Everything is made in China, and I must say, wearing Chinese-made clothes feels so familiar.

After taking the photo, the police took out a number and stuck it on Lin Feng's prison uniform.

Your number is 3792.

Soon, the 40-plus prisoners began to be assigned cells.

"Cells 2A01 and 2A02, Lin Feng and Li Honggang"

"Cells 2A03 and 2A04..."

Upon hearing that he and Lin Feng had been assigned to the same room, Li Honggang excitedly clenched his fist.

I was genuinely worried about being assigned to a weird house.

After assigning them, the policeman said, "Take them to the cells."

"Yes, officer."

The prison guards led Lin Feng and the others to the blue area, which was the area for minor offenders and those awaiting trial.

Lin Feng's cell is on the second floor.

Upon entering the cell, one finds a bunk bed.

Li Honggang: "Brother Lin, do you want the top bunk or the bottom bunk?"

"lower berth"

"Okay, Brother Lin, then I'll take the top bunk."

"Oh, by the way, Brother Lin, how did you get in?"

"My phone was stolen by a black man. After I got it back, the police arrested me for restricting my freedom."

"If you find a good lawyer, the case can be dropped."

"However, when I came in, they kept saying I needed a bail of 20."

"Bail is like a deposit. If the defendant complies with the rules and appears in court on time, the bail will usually be refunded. However, if the rules are violated, it will be forfeited."

Upon hearing this, Li Honggang initially wanted to introduce Lin Feng to a bail broker, but then he changed his mind and kept quiet, feeling it was inappropriate.

If Lin Feng goes out, who will protect me?

If I go out first, I can then introduce Lin Feng to the bail broker.

"3792, step forward"

Just then, Lin Feng was called out.

Two stern-faced policemen at the door looked at Lin Feng and immediately handcuffed him.

"There's a case that requires your cooperation."

Li Honggang: "Brother Lin, be careful."

The most ruthless people in prison are the prison guards; you can beat them and there's nothing you can do about it.

Lin Feng just offended not only the old black prisoner, but the entire black community.

Watermelons and cotton farming are scars etched into Lao Hei's genes.

Lin Feng smirked, completely unconcerned: "Don't worry, it's just normal cooperation with the investigation."