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

Breakfast consisted of oatmeal, hard bread, and a boiled egg.

Li Honggang, holding a tray, leaned close to Lin Feng and whispered, "Brother Lin, this stuff doesn't look appetizing."

If you really can't eat, I'll go to the prison store during exercise time and buy you some cookies or chocolate.

Lin Feng glanced at the breakfast on his plate. "No need."

The prison dining tables are similar to train seats, with each table bearing a cell number.

The number of prisoners is fixed.

The two found a table marked with their cell numbers and sat down.

Several bald, burly white prisoners stood with their arms crossed, staring intently at Lin Feng.

They looked like they were watching a good show.

"Boss, that's the kid, the new Chinese guy."

"I heard you were amazing yesterday, taking on three opponents and winning?"

"I heard that those three idiots were beaten to their knees by everyone yesterday, without even a chance to fight back. They've lost all face."

"Haha, this is going to be interesting! Who would win if the monkey and the gorilla fought? Want to place a bet?"

"Boss, I want to buy a gorilla."

"I'm pressing the monkey"

Yesterday's humiliation of kneeling is a disgrace to all the Black people in the prison, and they are losing control of their anger.

Everyone glared at Lin Feng, wishing they could devour him whole.

Li Honggang's head was almost buried in his plate, his hand holding the hard bread trembling slightly, as he whispered, "Brother Lin and the others are watching us."

Lin Feng seemed not to hear him and continued eating his meal.

The two Koreans who came in with Lin Feng last night were just about to eat when several black prisoners next to them unceremoniously reached out and snatched their bread and eggs.

The two trembled with fear, opened their mouths, but dared not utter any protest.

They could only watch helplessly as their breakfast was taken away.

The prison guards maintaining order also saw this scene, but since the Koreans didn't say anything, they didn't bother to intervene.

Just look away and pretend you didn't see it.

As long as a fight doesn't break out or cause a major disturbance, the prison guards tend to ignore this level of bullying.

Fifteen minutes later, the sharp whistle blew again, and the prisoners were sent to different areas to work by the prison guards according to their assignments.

Lin Feng and Li Honggang were assigned to the prison's laundry room.

The laundry room was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Before I could even get used to the surroundings, the light at the entrance suddenly went out.

Eight tall Black prisoners filed in, their faces bearing undisguised sneers and malice, blocking the main passage.

The three men who knelt in the bathroom yesterday were among them, their eyes now filled with hatred as they stared at Lin Feng.

The leader was a bald giant who was over two meters tall, with a neck almost as thick as his head.

The muscles on his bare arms were bulging and imposing.

He was Deron, the notorious bulldozer and the leader of the black inmates in this prison.

Li Honggang gasped in fright and retreated several steps.

At the entrance to the laundry room, a group of white prisoners had gathered. They stood at a distance with expressions of pure spectatorship, clearly there to watch the spectacle.

A Black prisoner skillfully took off his orange prison jacket, tossed it up, and precisely hung it on the surveillance camera in the corner of the laundry room.

The fabric draped down, obscuring the camera.

Delong twisted his thick neck, walked a few steps away from Lin Feng, and stopped, looking down at him condescendingly.

He cracked his knuckles, cracking them open. "I heard you're pretty tough, you bastard. Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. You'll regret coming here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Deron felt a momentary blur before his eyes, as if he had been hit by a truck.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Delong's massive body, weighing over 300 pounds, was sent flying backward through the air, his feet leaving the ground.

His seven accomplices behind him had no time to react; they only felt a dark shadow crashing into them.

Like pins knocked down by a bowling ball, they fell to the ground amidst gasps and screams, instantly tumbling and rolling in a heap.

The entire laundry room seemed to have been put on silent, with only the dull hum of industrial washing machines remaining.

Li Honggang's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind went blank, and only one thought remained: Holy crap! Is this even human?!

One kick, just one kick.

Delong, who was over two meters tall and as strong as an ox, was kicked several meters away.

The scene was so shocking that it almost overturned his understanding of the world.

The white prisoners watching outside the laundry room all felt a chill run down their groin, and cold sweat instantly broke out on their backs.

The smiles on the faces of the men who had initially been joking were now completely frozen, replaced by horror and disbelief.

"Oh God"

"Is this even human?"

"Who can afford to mess with them?"

"A new king has arrived at this prison."

Only at this moment did all the bizarre rumors about the bathroom yesterday transform from exaggerated gossip into terrifying facts in their minds.

This new Chinese prisoner is ridiculously strong.

Lin Feng's face remained expressionless, as if he had merely brushed away a fly.

He strode slowly toward Delon, who was sprawled on the ground, clutching his chest, coughing violently, and looking pained.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

Lin Feng bent down, stretched out his right hand, and easily grabbed Delong's incredibly thick neck.

Then they slowly lifted him up from the ground.

The enormous creature, over two meters tall and weighing more than 300 kilograms, looked like a chicken or duck with its throat being choked and waiting to be slaughtered.

His legs dangled helplessly in the air, his suffocated and terrified black face forming an extremely eerie contrast with Lin Feng's calm and expressionless face.

The visual impact was even more chilling than that earth-shattering kick just now.

At this moment, Lin Feng appeared to everyone as if he had stepped out of a comic book.

The entire room fell silent!

Lin Feng clenched his left fist, his knuckles slowly tightening, making a crisp "crack" sound.

"Tell me, could I blow your head off with this punch?"

As he tightened his grip on Delong's neck slightly, the blood vessels in Delong's eyes instantly spread out, and the veins on his forehead and temples throbbed violently, as if they would explode at any moment.

The extreme pain and the fear of impending death completely crushed all his ferocity.

"I...I can...I can! Please...please...have mercy," Delong pleaded through gritted teeth, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, please don't!"

Li Honggang finally recovered from his extreme shock, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "We can't kill him! Murder is a serious crime, punishable by imprisonment."

"You only committed a minor offense; you won't be locked up for long. Please stay calm, Brother Lin."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng glanced at Li Honggang, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve upwards in a barely perceptible arc.

Then, he put Deron down.

He collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, gasping for breath.

The next moment, Lin Feng squatted down, grabbed Delong's arm, and pulled and pushed with lightning speed.

"Click!" A crisp sound.

"Ah!" Deron's scream suddenly rose, his left arm went limp and his shoulder joint was dislocated.

Lin Feng continued his work without stopping, and neatly dislocated Delong's right arm as well.

His two dislocated arms hung limply.

The other black men tried to attack together, but Lin Feng kicked them all away, sending them crashing into the wall.

Then, Lin Feng did the same thing, walking towards the other black prisoners who were struggling to get up.

Cries of pain and pleas for mercy were completely useless.

A series of "click" and "crack" sounds of dislocated joints were heard mixed with a piercing scream.

The remaining seven people were not spared either; all of them had their joints cleanly and efficiently dislocated.

But that wasn't the end of it. Lin Feng came back, grabbed Delong's dislocated arm, and seemingly casually pushed and pulled it.

"Crack!" Another sound, and the dislocated joint was put back in place.

Deron's screams stopped abruptly, but before he could catch his breath,

"Click!"

The shoulder that had just been reset was dislocated again without warning.

"Ah!" An even more agonizing scream burst from her throat.

Lin Feng remained expressionless and began to repeat the process on these eight people.

Uninstall—reinstall—uninstall again—reinstall again.

It repeats itself continuously, precisely and steadily.

"Please... I was wrong, I'll never do it again."

"You're a demon, you're a demon, God will not forgive you!"

Repeated dislocations and repositionings cause far more pain than simple bone breaks.

Moreover, Lin Feng's technique is very subtle, and the key is that you can't find the injury.

Under Lin Feng's care, these old black men have repeatedly dislocated their shoulder joints, which has become habitual. In the future, even just getting dressed, raising their arms, or turning over in bed, they may easily dislocate their joints again.

The white prisoners watching at the entrance turned pale with fright at the sight of such a cruel scene.

Damn it, we absolutely cannot afford to offend this Chinese person; they're not even human.

When Lin Feng's gaze swept toward the entrance to the laundry room, the white men were so frightened that they turned tail and ran away.

Li Honggang looked at Lin Feng's expressionless profile and the group of burly men rolling around on the ground, wailing and crying. He swallowed hard, his eyes flashing with fear.

Holy crap, when did such a formidable person appear in China? He's amazing!

Meanwhile, Will looked extremely grim, having searched his office for a long time without finding his gun.