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

Lin Feng looked at Little Li's familiar face, pretended to ponder for a moment, and then nodded with a smile:

"Fine, since I'm a fan of yours."

I'll make an exception for you this once.

I love watching you play Spider-Man.

The private room was silent for a full two seconds.

Then bursts of laughter erupted.

Tobey Maguire, standing next to him, burst out laughing and slammed his fist on the table: "So I'm playing Jack?"

Upon hearing this, everyone laughed until tears streamed down their faces, even the usually composed Mayweather clutched his stomach and leaned back in his chair.

Because Tobey Maguire was the first actor to play Spider-Man.

Leonardo DiCaprio starred in blockbusters like "Titanic" and "Inception," which have absolutely nothing to do with Spider-Man.

Of course, everyone knew that Lin Feng was joking on purpose.

Leonardo DiCaprio's fame and status in the film industry far surpasses that of Maguire. If Lin Feng were truly a film enthusiast, how could he possibly get this wrong?

Maguire wasn't annoyed; instead, he smiled, raised his glass, and toasted Lin Feng from afar.

"Alright, I see now, you're just a fake fan."

Come on, fake fan, let's have a toast.

The laughter in the private room lasted for quite a while, and the atmosphere was more harmonious than ever before.

The meal was finished, but the card game continued.

At the final settlement, Lin Feng had accumulated approximately five million US dollars in chips.

The win was just the right amount, demonstrating strength without making anyone feel like they lost face.

After the game, Jordan lost a million dollars, but he was happier than if he had won.

He stood up, patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, and spoke with genuine appreciation in his tone:

"Lin, I give up."

You're definitely a master. No wonder the casinos in Las Vegas have blacklisted you; they really can't afford to mess with someone like you.

It was a pleasure meeting you. I'll definitely hang out again next time.

Lin Feng smiled and put away the chips: "You're welcome anytime."

As long as you bring enough money.

Jordan laughed heartily: "Don't worry, I may not have anything else, but I have plenty of money."

Little Li took out his phone:

"Lin, please add my contact information."

"Please feel free to contact me anytime you come to Los Angeles or New York."

The two added each other on WhatsApp and exchanged phone numbers.

Jordan, Neymar, Maguire, Barkley, and Mayweather all crowded around, vying to add Lin Feng's contact information.

Although everyone lost money, they could afford to lose.

What I gain tonight is far more important than winning or losing at the poker table.

They not only enjoyed a barbecue they would never forget, but also made a mysterious and powerful new friend.

Next, under Lin Feng's arrangement, everyone checked into the presidential suite of a five-star hotel near the casino.

The group was originally planning to fly away overnight.

Jordan had a business event the next day, Leonardo DiCaprio had to rush back to Los Angeles to film a movie, and Charles Barkley also had to go back to the TV station to record a program.

But tomorrow is the final of the God of Gamblers competition, so everyone unanimously decided to stay one more night.

A billion-dollar cash bounty is extremely attractive, even to the wealthiest of them.

It's a rare sight to see a billion dollars won or left in a glass display case.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and the sky was cloudless.

The sky above Las Vegas was a clear, deep blue, and the air was dry and crisp, just like in the desert.

The final match has officially begun.

Above the lobby on the first floor of the Black Lotus Casino, four huge ultra-high-definition screens broadcast the match live in real time.

Every bet and every card flip is magnified and displayed to everyone, with even the smallest movement of the dealer's fingers clearly visible.

After the elimination rounds, eight players remained to advance to the final tournament.

Eight top experts who emerged from layers of selection.

To Jordan and the others' surprise, the person representing Black Lotus Casino was not the boss Lin Feng, but the casino's general manager, the blonde beauty Sarah.

Today she wore a simple and neat black suit, and her blonde hair was tied into a neat high ponytail.

She looked capable and stunning, but she didn't look like a gambling expert at all.

She wasn't even very skilled at shuffling the cards.

The professional gamblers visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Lin Feng were sitting opposite them, they might be extremely cautious, but Salad?

A beautiful woman who looks like she graduated from business school? They weren't afraid.

At noon sharp, the God of Gamblers Grand Final officially began.

The representative of Black Lotus Casino was General Manager Sarah, and the nine of them sat around a table.

The entire event will be broadcast live.

Millions of viewers watched online, countless eyes glued to every card on the screen.

With this level of transparency, there is absolutely no room for cheating.

All the playing cards were randomly shuffled multiple times before the start of the game.

In order to support the God of Gamblers' plans.

Las Vegas officials also dispatched professional dealers.

The dealers for this gambling game were randomly selected by a third-party gambling regulatory body.

Every card turned over is under close surveillance by at least eight high-definition cameras, and any unusual activity will be immediately detected.

The match was extremely exciting.

Although Sarah is not a professional gambler, her micro-expression control is not perfect.

When she gets a good hand, she unconsciously purses her lips; when she gets a bad hand, she frowns slightly.

But her luck was ridiculously good.

She wins six or seven out of ten rounds, and the larger the stakes, the higher the probability of winning, as if some unseen force is making decisions for her.

The most outrageous thing is that Sarah often calls or raises without looking at her hole cards, completely adopting an "I don't care" attitude.

The opponents even suspected that there was something wrong with the dealer and demanded a change of dealer, saying "whoever is the dealer should deal the cards".

But the result remained unchanged. No matter how the players were changed, how the cards were shuffled, or how the dealing order was adjusted, Sarah could still win.

The opponent eventually lost his composure, could only shake his head with a wry smile, shrug his shoulders, and admit complete defeat.

No matter how good your skills are, they can't compare to good luck.

Time passed slowly, and about an hour later, the God of Gamblers competition came to an end.

Five players lost all their chips and were eliminated, leaving only four players in the end.

Apart from Sarah, the other three are professional gamblers.

Sarah's total chips reached 20 million US dollars, far exceeding the sum of the other three, so she won the championship of this year's God of Gamblers competition without any suspense.

The live stream chat exploded with comments—"Awesome!"

"A female gambling goddess has been born!"

Sarah was immediately dubbed the "Goddess of Gamblers," and the hashtag trended on social media within minutes.

Even Jordan couldn't help but stand up and applaud in the stands, giving Salad a thumbs up.

The other eliminated contestants also expressed their acceptance of the decision.

Because they repeatedly checked the cards to confirm that the casino had no cheating methods, the dealer's operation was completely transparent, and every card could withstand the most rigorous scrutiny.

Although they were somewhat unwilling to accept their defeat, they were mostly helpless against Salad's incredible luck.

"It's just luck, a blessing from God. There's nothing we can do about it."

After the God of Gamblers competition concluded, Sarah stood in the center of the hall, microphone in hand, and confidently announced to the entire audience:

The first God of Gamblers Competition has successfully concluded!

Meanwhile, registration for the second annual God of Gamblers competition will begin on the 2nd of next month, continuing until all one billion US dollars in cash is won!

Anyone can participate, including those who participated in the first edition!

Everyone is welcome to sign up!

These words were met with thunderous applause, and the contestants who had been eliminated in the first competition were eager to try again, their fighting spirit rekindled in their eyes.

Who wouldn't want to give it another shot?

Jordan and Barkley also found hope.

If a rookie like Sarah can win a championship, so can they.