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

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Jack sighed regretfully and handed over his business card: "Alright, I respect your choice."

This is my business card. If you change your mind anytime, feel free to call me. I look forward to working with you.

After accepting Jack's business card, a number of people came over to chat with him.

Curious tourists wanted to take photos with the animals, and local ranchers extended invitations to visit.

What made Sarah roll her eyes the most was that several bold women, taking advantage of the moment when Sarah turned her head or was talking to someone else, quickly stuffed slips of paper with phone numbers or social media accounts into Lin Feng's hand, some of them accompanied by provocative and suggestive words.

For example, a pink note that smelled strongly of perfume read: "Want to feel my electric butt?"

Tonight at 10 PM, I'll be waiting for you in the VIP booth at '580 Bar,' all alone... Emily."

There was also a red lip print drawn on the back.

Sarah snatched the note, crumpled it up, and threw it into the nearby trash can. She then grabbed Lin Feng's arm in an annoyed tone, saying, "These women in Texas are so thirsty. Lin, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

"Okay, let's go try the so-called authentic Texas steak and see what it tastes like."

Lin Feng smiled and went along with her, and the two finally escaped the enthusiastic crowd and headed towards the parking lot.

Based on recommendations, they went to a historic steakhouse on the other side of town.

The storefront looks unassuming, but a long queue has already formed outside, with dozens of people waiting, indicating that business is booming.

Lin Feng and Sarah were at the end of the line, slowly moving forward with the flow of people.

Just then, two women not far ahead of them suddenly started arguing fiercely. It seemed to have started because someone had accidentally bumped into someone else, or someone had cut in line. Their voices quickly rose, attracting everyone's attention.

One was an Indian woman with darker skin, and the other was a middle-aged woman with Latina features and a slightly plump figure.

The two were emotionally charged, pushing and shoving each other while exchanging insults.

The Latina woman pointed at him and shrieked, "Fuck, get away from me, you smell like curry!"

Go back to your India, you're not welcome here.

The Indian woman was not to be outdone and pushed back forcefully, retorting, "This is my country, and I live here legally."

You should go back to your Mexico, you lowly wretch!

The atmosphere between the two was tense.

In recent years, Texas has seen a surge in immigration, with tens of thousands of people crossing the border from Mexico into Texas every day to apply for refugee status.

Racial issues erupt every day.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, interrupting the two women's cursing and arguing.

The entire queue outside the steakhouse seemed to be paused, instantly falling silent.

However, the crowd did not panic, clearly having become accustomed to it.

A middle-aged white man with a gun was standing at the entrance of the steakhouse.

He was burly, with a full beard, and wore an apron stained with oil.

His face was ashen, and he held an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun in his hand, with wisps of smoke rising from the muzzle.

That shot just now hit him right in the air.

"Fuck you, you two idiots, shut the fuck up."

The boss's roar was like thunder, thick with a Texas accent and undisguised rage.

If you want to argue, go somewhere else and don't pollute the air in front of my shop.

This is Texas, my territory.

Now, I'll count to three, and you two, get out of here right now!

Otherwise, the next shot will blow the heads off all of you illegal immigrants.

He gave them no chance to explain or refute, like shooing away annoying flies. Although the gun barrel was pointed at the ground, the oppressive feeling was enough to make the two women's legs go weak.

The Indian and Latina women, who had been aggressively pushing and shoving each other, were now deathly pale.

They stared at each other stiffly, not daring to utter a single harsh word. Almost simultaneously, they turned around, hurriedly pushed through the crowd, their backs looking utterly disheveled.

Because they knew that the boss might actually shoot them.

Texas is the most volatile state in the US, with the highest gun ownership rate. Not only are ordinary Texas residents volatile, but the entire state is volatile. They have attempted to secede several times, but the US government has suppressed them.

Seeing the two men's disheveled figures, the boss finally snorted and rudely swung his hunting rifle.

He looked around at the people in line and said rudely, "Line up properly. If you want to eat, be quiet."

Anyone who causes trouble again, don't blame me for being ruthless!

After saying that, he turned around and slammed the shop door shut.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh again, realizing that Western medicine was indeed faster at treating illnesses.

As expected of Texas, their solutions to problems are simple, direct, and effective.

This unique "order" is also part of Texas culture.

After waiting for another half hour, Lin Feng and Sarah finally got a table and entered the restaurant, which was filled with the aroma of barbecue and had a rugged Western feel.

The interior decoration makes extensive use of logs and animal hides, with long-horned bull head specimens and old saddles hanging on the walls.

They ordered the restaurant's signature thick-cut bone-in beef ribs.

When the steak was served, the portion was astonishing, the browned surface sizzling and exuding an aroma that blended fruitwood smoke and a special sauce.

The accompanying roasted potatoes and corn

Lin Feng cut it open with a knife; the inside was pink, and the meat was exceptionally tender and juicy, almost to the point of falling off the bone.

It tastes good, not greasy, and has a rich smoky flavor.

After eating and drinking her fill, Sarah wiped her mouth contentedly, then showed a hint of weariness. She stretched, revealing her beautiful curves.

Then she leaned closer to Lin Feng, her voice slightly coquettish: "Darling, let's get a room and rest for a bit."

To see you as soon as possible, I left Houston at 3 a.m., drove for several hours, and then watched a game.

I'm so tired and sleepy right now.

Can I take a nap?

Otherwise, I won't have the energy to argue with that bitch at her party tonight.

Seeing that Sarah's eyes were indeed a little bloodshot, Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, no problem."

Let's get some rest first.

The two found a decent-looking four-star hotel on the edge of town and checked in.

As soon as she entered the room, Sarah rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

When she came out wrapped in a bath towel, her eyelids were already drooping, and she kept yawning.

Almost as soon as she touched the bed, her breathing became even and long within a minute, and she fell into a deep sleep.

It seems they are truly exhausted.

Lin Feng didn't disturb her and gently covered her with the summer blanket.

He walked to the window and looked out at the blazing Texas afternoon sun.

Suddenly remembering something, he took out his phone, opened Google Maps, and searched for nearby gas stations.

Sarah's Cadillac Escalade is a complete gas guzzler; the tank is almost empty.

In addition, the Harley-Davidson motorcycle in his storage space is almost out of gas and needs to be refueled.

After experiencing the adult AI last night, he went downstairs and put his Harley inside.

Lin Feng also planned to keep some gasoline in his space for emergencies.

Just then, my phone vibrated; it was a WhatsApp message.

McKenna sent a detailed location with the message: "Rattlesnake Ranch, 8 PM, see you there, dear cowboy."

Lin Feng opened the location and carefully examined the map.