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

Kevin was terrified and instinctively tried to shrink back, but there was a wall behind him and nowhere to escape.

Lin Feng walked up to him, looking down at him.

Suddenly, Kevin's vision went black, followed by two clicking sounds.

Both arms were dislocated and hung limply.

Kevin screamed in pain.

Without saying a word, Lin Feng came up and slapped him twice.

popping.

Her cheeks swelled up at a visible speed.

"Regret it?"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Your God is too busy; he's probably receiving Sarah's confession right now.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me just this once..."

"I think you're scared, not wrong. The worst thing about people is not appreciating the opportunity you're given."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng delivered a fierce right kick without warning!

"Bang!"

Kevin didn't even see the movement clearly. He only felt a tremendous force strike him, and he was thrown to the left, crashing heavily into a tiled wall two meters away. He then slid to the ground and fell into a pool of blood.

Lin Feng raised his foot and aimed it at his neck.

With that kick, Kevin was beyond dead, given his strength.

Just as his foot was about to land, Lin Feng's eyes darted around, and a better idea flashed through his mind.

He grinned and slowly withdrew his foot.

He turned and walked to the door, opening the bathroom door.

Upon seeing the gate open, the group of prisoners who had been nervously peeking and whispering in the corridor outside immediately fell silent.

Lin Feng: "All of you, come in."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command.

The prisoners outside were confused, but under Lin Feng's intimidation, they looked at each other and then cautiously entered the bathroom.

Soon, hundreds of people crowded into the bathroom.

When everyone saw the eight Blood Gang members lying in pools of blood on the ground, their limbs twisted and groaning, they realized...

When they saw the blood-stained knives and nails scattered around them, they all gasped in horror, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Lin Feng.

Bare-handed, even Tyson couldn't handle eight thugs with knives.

This is no longer a fight; it's a one-sided massacre.

Lin Feng closed the bathroom door again.

"Do you see all this trash on the ground?"

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the prisoners, some terrified, some bewildered, before speaking again:

"Now, I'm giving you a chance."

Everyone, go over and pick up a knife or nail from the ground, and stab or cut them anywhere.

"Anyone who doesn't take action..." Lin Feng's voice suddenly turned cold, like the Siberian wind, "is going against me."

"If you cross me, you'll end up like them."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock, too frightened to utter a sound.

A bone-chilling coldness crept up everyone's spine.

The two Korean prisoners, who had been constantly bullied, trembled violently and pleaded in tearful English:

"Boss, please let us go. We only committed a minor crime and will be released after fifteen days."

I can't do it, I really can't.

Please let us go.

"Boss, please, we've never offended you, please spare us!"

Other prisoners with minor offenses were unwilling to take action; they just wanted to wait out their sentences and get out, as taking action might increase their time off.

So they all started begging for mercy, and the bathroom was filled with their cries of pleading.

Lin Feng twisted his neck, ignoring them as if he hadn't heard them.

He walked up to Kevin, who was lying in the corner, squatted down, and grabbed Kevin's left hand.

Pinch his index finger, then cleanly and neatly bend it in the opposite direction!

"Snap!"

A crisp, chilling sound of bones breaking.

"Ah!" Kevin let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, his whole body arching over in excruciating pain.

Lin Feng didn't stop. Then came the second finger, the third… "Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The continuous sound of bones cracking, accompanied by Kevin's increasingly loud screams, echoed repeatedly in the bathroom, assaulting everyone's eardrums.

All the prisoners, including Matthew, Li Honggang, and even the three who stayed behind, were pale and cold.

Although it was a bathroom, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

They looked at Lin Feng's calm, almost cold profile, and then at Kevin's fingers, which were being broken off one by one and twisted into bizarre angles, and their hearts were filled with boundless fear.

That's too brutal.

The three thugs were so frightened that their legs went weak. At this moment, they truly understood why Lin Feng could become the boss of this prison that no one dared to mess with.

This is not just about being good at fighting, but also about being ruthless enough to treat human life as worthless and use cruel methods that send chills down your spine.

The nascent worship in their hearts was instantly overwhelmed by an even stronger fear, a complex and indescribable feeling.

Lin Feng broke off five fingers on Kevin's left hand and flung the limp hand away like trash.

He stood up and his gaze swept over the silent crowd once more.

I'll count to three.

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone like a hammer blow: "Who refuses? Who objects?"

"1..."

Dead silence.

Only heavy breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

"2..."

Some people began to tremble, their gaze shifting between the weapons on the ground and the wounded writhing in agony.

"Boss, I'll go first."

Matthew was the first to step forward. He bent down abruptly, picked up the blood-stained knife from the ground, rushed to the nearest Blood Gang thug, and stabbed the man in the thigh.

The wound wasn't deep, but blood gushed out immediately.

Paul and Steven exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and followed, each picking up a makeshift weapon from the ground and using it to cut open the other wounded.

Li Honggang's face turned pale, but when he saw Lin Feng's gaze sweep over him, he shivered.

He gritted his teeth, picked up an iron nail, and stabbed one of the men hard in the arm. Then he quickly threw the nail away and hid to the side.

The pressure begins to be transmitted.

The three men's throats were dry, and their hearts were pounding so hard they felt like they were going to jump out of their throats.

Compared to Lin Feng's bloody and cruel methods, their previous fights with the Japanese were nothing short of child's play.

To personally take a knife and stab someone? This completely crosses their psychological bottom line.

But when Lin Feng's icy gaze swept over them almost imperceptibly, an even deeper chill instantly overwhelmed their hesitation.

Wu Haozhe gritted his teeth and growled, "I'll risk it!"

He bent down, picked up a kitchen knife, walked over to an injured person, quickly made a cut on the person's arm, leaving a light white mark, and then threw the knife away as if he had been electrocuted.

Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't say anything. You can do it poorly, but you can't not do it at all.

Zhou Li and Xiang Lin followed suit, their movements clumsy and flustered, but they eventually succeeded.

With someone taking the lead, an invisible pressure spreads among the people like a plague.

Lin Feng's ruthlessness instilled a deep-seated fear in them.

Those prisoners who had initially hesitated and begged for mercy, driven by their survival instincts, turned pale and picked up the "murder weapon" from the ground.

Stabbing and slashing left wounds of varying depths on Kevin and his eight companions.

No one dared to attack vital organs; most attacks were concentrated on non-lethal areas such as the limbs and back. By this time, all eight people were covered in blood.

The whole process lasted nearly ten minutes.

The bathroom was filled with a strong smell of blood and an eerie silence.

Everyone was involved, and everyone's hands were indirectly stained with blood.

When the last person, trembling, threw away the blood-stained nail and retreated back into the crowd.

Lin Feng then slowly spoke, his voice returning to its previous calm: "What just happened?"

Matthew: "Boss, they're fighting amongst themselves, it's like their own people are attacking each other."

"Yes, yes, they were fighting each other."

"Boss, they're fighting each other."

Lin Feng was extremely satisfied. "Very good, this child is teachable."

If anyone dares to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite.

Before you get out of prison, I'll make sure you stay in this prison for the rest of your life, do you hear me?

"We heard that!" everyone said in unison.

The sound was filled with fear.

Then, Lin Feng said calmly, "What about those five Japanese devils?"