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

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions on the three Liuzi's faces changed instantly.

The sense of wariness and alienation quickly dissipated.

Lin Feng: "Tell me, what happened between you and the Japanese devils?"

"When we were having dinner at a party, these Japanese devils discussed the massacre in front of us."

And they used English, which was clearly intentional.

These Japanese devils kept calling us "China pigs" and arrogantly claimed that their ancestors were military officers who specialized in killing us.

We were so angry that we went up to argue with them, and then we started fighting.

Two more female students are in the women's prison next door.

Lin Feng nodded: "Very good, those little devils are really despicable."

The fact that they surrendered too early and were not held accountable has indeed caused endless trouble.

"Give me a good beating when I take a shower later."

The three looked at each other, puzzled. They had never seen Lin Feng before, as he was still in solitary confinement when they came in.

Of course, they were unaware of Lin Feng's formidable reputation.

Seeing that the three didn't believe him, Lin Feng didn't explain.

Li Honggang gave a thumbs up: "I'm not bragging, but Brother Lin is exactly like this here."

With his American-style spiky hair, he introduced himself: "My name is Wu Haozhe. I'm a student at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, majoring in Hotel Management, specifically the William Hala School of Hotel Administration."

The man on the left wearing glasses: "I'm also from the William Halla Hotel Management School. My name is Zhou Li."

My name is Xiang Lin.

Li Honggang said, "Brother Lin, the William Hala School of Hotel Administration at the University of Nevada is ranked 2nd globally and 1st in the US for Hotel and Leisure Management in the QS rankings."

There are also specialized programs such as gaming management and entertainment engineering.

Lin Feng nodded and remained silent.

I'm just lying here lazily.

Soon, the one-hour free time came to an end.

A piercing whistle rang out.

All the prisoners got up and walked to their respective cells.

Lin Feng got up and walked towards the door, and all the prisoners along the way voluntarily cleared the passage.

Whether it was a burly Black man, a white man covered in tattoos, or a Mexican man with a sinister look in his eyes, they all instinctively moved aside when they saw Lin Feng walking over.

A vacuum corridor appeared on the path Lin Feng had taken.

This powerful and imposing aura is overwhelming.

Having witnessed all of this, the three Ryuko were so shocked that they almost forgot to breathe.

They glanced at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

"Damn, that's a real prison bully," Xiang Lin muttered subconsciously.

"Holy crap, the boss!"

"Shut up, call me Brother Lin," Wu Haozhe, sporting American-style spiky hair, immediately said.

His tone carried a belated sense of nervousness and a hint of excitement.

The three of them exchanged a glance, and the tension that had been building in their hearts finally eased slightly.

With a powerful figure who seems to be able to do whatever he wants in prison protecting him, at least the days ahead shouldn't be too difficult.

After a quick roll call back to the cell, it was time for the routine shower.

Li Honggang was very perceptive; he immediately grabbed Lin Feng's towel, soap, and other toiletries and followed him around eagerly.

"Brother Lin, you don't need to do such a small thing yourself. I'll do it, I'll take care of it!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything and walked ahead calmly.

The group followed the flow of other prisoners toward the public bathroom located deep inside the prison area.

Before he even got close, Lin Feng sensed something was amiss.

A number of prisoners gathered at the bathroom entrance, but instead of rushing in as usual, they stood in the dimly lit corridor outside, their eyes darting around, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Upon seeing Lin Feng approach, the people immediately fell silent, their eyes darting around, and they automatically made way for him.

Lin Feng frowned almost imperceptibly.

He didn't stop, but pushed open the bathroom door and went inside.

A damp, warm vapor, mixed with the smell of cheap soap and rust, hit me.

Li Honggang, Matthew, and others who were following closely behind were about to go in.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

The sound of the door closing echoed in the empty bathroom space.

The bathroom was dimly lit and filled with steam.

Lin Feng noticed that there were no prisoners taking showers in the shower area.

Only eight burly white men stood in a fan shape, coldly watching him.

Moreover, they were all carrying things in their hands, including sharpened toothbrush handles, rough kitchen knives, and even a few long iron nails that gleamed coldly.

The leader, whose forehead was wrapped in a bandage that was seeping blood, was none other than Kevin, the second-in-command of the "Blood Gang," who had just had his head slapped open by Lin Feng in the square.

He wore a sinister smirk on his face, and held a gleaming kitchen knife in his right hand.

"3792, didn't expect that, did you?"

Kevin licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes filled with venom. "Knows how to fight? Has hard fists? What good is that!"

He suddenly pointed the knife at Lin Feng, "I'll show you whether your bones are harder or my knife is faster."

"If I don't turn you into a sieve, I, Kevin, will walk backwards in this arena from now on."

With a sharp weapon in hand, coupled with the strategy of outnumbering the enemy and trapping them, Kevin's confidence swelled to its peak.

He could almost see Lin Feng lying in a pool of blood, begging for mercy.

Lin Feng glanced at the crude weapons in their hands, then looked at Kevin's smug face, and suddenly smiled.

He beckoned to Kevin with a slight flick of his finger: "All you do is talk nonsense?"

This extreme contempt instantly ignited Kevin's rage. "Fuck you, kill him!"

He roared.

The other seven thugs, who could no longer contain themselves, immediately rushed forward upon hearing this.

They brandished their weapons and pounced on Lin Feng from different angles, attempting to cut off his escape route.

Lin Feng made a move.

This time, he held nothing back.

With a leap, he closed in on the enemy.

Facing the knife thrusting at him head-on, Lin Feng advanced instead of retreating. He slid to the side to avoid the blade, while his right leg swept out like a steel whip, accompanied by a terrifying whooshing sound!

"Snap! Snap!"

Two sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously.

The two thugs at the front had their shins bent at bizarre angles and fell forward with screams.

Lin Feng's movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause.

He grabbed another thug who was lunging at him from the side, pulled and yanked him up, using him as a human shield in front of him.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The attacks from behind came one after another, with sharp nails and pointed toothbrush handles all piercing the man's chest and arms.

A piercing scream rang out.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other side was stunned, Lin Feng charged forward again, threw his shield, and knocked down several people.

Another leaping punch landed on the left rib of one of the thugs.

"Click"

A series of rapid cracking sounds rang out, and the man collapsed limply before he could even let out a proper scream.

The remaining thugs moved as slowly as a movie in slow motion in front of him, their movements full of flaws.

The dull thuds, the cracking of bones, and the piercing screams echoed through the bathroom, sending chills down the spines of those outside.

In just a few breaths, seven burly men wielding sharp weapons were lying sprawled on the ground.

They were either wailing while clutching their twisted and deformed arms, or convulsing while covering their broken calves, unable to get up again.

Blood seeped from their wounds, mixing with the bathroom water and slowly spreading.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Kevin, who was just moments ago so arrogant, now leans against the cold, tiled wall.

The sneer on his face had frozen, then turned into extreme fear and disbelief.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang," making a crisp sound.

Looking at Lin Feng, who stood in the middle of the pool of blood, his breathing still steady.

His knees buckled, and with a "thump!" he knelt straight down on the ground.

"Boss... I was wrong."

Please, spare my life.

I swear to God I'll never mess with you again.

Kevin was in tears. At this moment, gang dignity and江湖面名 (jianghu face) became a joke in the face of absolute power and the fear of death.

Lin Feng flicked the few drops of blood that had splattered on his wrist, his face expressionless, and slowly walked towards Kevin.