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

Upon hearing this, Sarah took half a step forward, almost shielding Lin Feng behind her, her azure eyes staring directly at McKenna.

"Madam, I think you may not be aware of the situation."

He has a girlfriend.

Upon hearing this, McKenna not only did not back down, but instead shrugged nonchalantly, a gesture that carried a typical Texas-style straightforwardness and even arrogance.

She even tilted her head slightly, looking at Lin Feng, "Oh? Really? So you two are married?"

Do you have a ring?

Or is it just a "boyfriend/girlfriend" relationship that can change at any time?

She deliberately emphasized the phrase "can be changed at any time".

Sarah paused, "Not married, but..."

"That's more like it!"

McKenna immediately interrupted her, her smile bright but aggressive, "Since we're not married and not formally bound by law or God, then theoretically, anyone, including me, has the right to pursue and compete, right?"

This is a land of freedom.

She paused, then refocused her gaze on Lin Feng, her eyes revealing an almost religiously fanatical admiration. "Besides, did you see what he just did?"

He threw a 500-kilogram, raging North African bull with his bare hands.

This is something no normal human being could do.

This must be a miracle, a manifestation of God's power in him, that he was chosen.

It is the "Son of God".

How could such an extraordinary existence be monopolized by one person?

He belongs to everyone.

Her words made Lin Feng feel somewhat embarrassed.

However, Lin Feng's understanding of socialism and the differences between his and religious beliefs became apparent.

After all, the foundation of the United States is Christianity.

The surrounding audience members, who had not yet completely dispersed, murmured in agreement and nodded.

After the initial shock, many people subconsciously tend to attribute the incomprehensible power to divine intervention.

McKenna was simply expressing this vague feeling in a bold and self-serving way.

"You're being completely unreasonable!" Sarah was speechless with anger at this sophistry, her face flushing slightly.

She didn't expect the other party to justify her poaching behavior from this angle.

But as a Catholic, she really couldn't refute it.

McKenna pressed her advantage, taking a small step forward and leaning slightly down to look at Sarah with a condescending and scrutinizing gaze, deliberately slowing her tone: "Or is it that you lack self-confidence?"

Afraid of competition? Worried you won't be able to keep this kind of man?

If you don't even have this much confidence, then perhaps you're the one hindering him from finding a wider horizon?

"you…"

Sarah's face instantly turned ugly, and her chest heaved slightly with anger.

From childhood to adulthood, when has she ever been questioned and provoked like this to her face?

Sarah took a deep breath and calmed down.

She raised her chin, tightened her grip on Lin Feng's arm again, and gave McKenna a fighting smile: "Provocation? Naïve."

"Fine, I'll go. It's just a birthday party. I'd like to see what kind of antics you can pull off."

McKenna raised an eyebrow, quite pleased with Sarah's reaction.

"We'll wait and see, and hopefully you won't cry."

Lin Feng watched the two women confront each other. He had only heard that the people of Dezhou were fierce and that the women were like roses with thorns. Today, he witnessed it firsthand.

"Alright." Lin Feng finally spoke, gently squeezing Sarah's hand to comfort her, then looking at McKenna, "We'll definitely be there tonight. Happy birthday in advance."

McKenna's smile widened, as if she had won a small battle.

She stopped looking at Sarah and deftly pulled a simply designed business card from her breast pocket, which bore the name "Logan McKenna" and a lasso calf logo.

In front of Sarah, she brought the business card to her lips, leaving a clear lipstick mark, before holding it between two fingers and handing it to Lin Feng.

Then, she took out her phone and said, "Let's add each other on WhatsApp so we can stay in touch. I'll send you the ranch's location."

This series of actions was fluid and deliberate, full of provocation and declaration.

Sarah watched from the side, itching to retaliate, but she couldn't show it on the spot. She could only glare fiercely at McKenna and pinch Lin Feng's arm with her fingers.

Once McKenna had put her phone away with satisfaction, she smiled and gave Lin Feng a "see you tonight" look before turning away gracefully. Her tall figure quickly disappeared into the dispersing crowd.

Sarah muttered under her breath, her chest still heaving, "As expected, the thinking in Texas is still so backward."

Lin Feng chuckled, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her closer to him: "Why bother arguing with her?"

Sarah suddenly fell silent. She lowered her head, her eyes darting around as if she were pondering something.

A few seconds later, she looked up, a sly glint in her eyes.

She leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Darling, tell me honestly, don't you really want to sleep with her?"

Lin Feng didn't pretend to be innocent; he was a lecherous old man who wanted to sleep with any pretty girl he saw.

"I don't have that idea for now, but this big guy is quite special."

"Special? Hmph!" Sarah snorted, biting her lower lip as if she had made a major decision.

He lowered his voice even further, "Darling, I'm giving you a chance. Tonight, I'm going to show you everything you've got. I'm going to make sure she won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning... no, tomorrow afternoon."

My legs are so weak I can't walk.

"If you can make sure she can never be so arrogant again, I'll pretend this never happened and I absolutely won't blame you, okay?"

Lin Feng was taken aback by her sudden authorization and strange competitive spirit. "I have no problem with that, but it depends on McKenna's willingness."

Sarah glanced in the direction McKenna had disappeared, her tone certain, "Look at her, she's just like a lioness marking her territory during heat."

"You've already kissed her business card and asked for her contact information in front of her, what's there to object to? I want you to use this method to show her who's in charge."

As the two were talking in hushed tones, a middle-aged white cowboy walked over with a broad smile. He was Jack, the arena's manager.

He warmly extended his hand to shake hands with Lin Feng: "Once again, I extend my highest respect to Mr. Lin. I am Jack, the manager here."

I wonder if you would be interested in participating in the Professional Bull Riding Championship (PBR).

With the talent you've shown today, you absolutely have the potential to become a superstar.

Lin Feng shook hands with him, politely but clearly declining: "Thank you, Mr. Jack."

But I'm just here for tourism, and besides, I'm not American.

"Wow, what a pity," Jack said with a regretful look, but he didn't give up and continued to persuade, "Really, won't you reconsider?"

Staying in the United States to develop one's career is definitely the best option.

The total prize money for professional leagues can reach millions of dollars each quarter, not including endorsement fees, appearance fees, and commercial activities.

With your looks and incredible talent, I guarantee you'll become a global sensation.

We will provide you with the best training team and contract.

Lin Feng shook his head again, "I really don't have that plan."

This was just a private trip.