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

Lin Feng held a beer in his hand, his gaze fixed on the two dancing women.

Sarah's dance moves are passionate and graceful, exuding the sexiness and elegance of an urban woman.

McKenna, on the other hand, is completely different; her movements are expansive and dynamic.

Despite their verbal differences, the two danced together in a unique harmony, driven by the music.

It also gives off a feeling of "two beauties vying for attention".

Lin Feng watched their movements and, after watching this simple dance once, he had already grasped the basic principles.

Just then, a very faint yet clear tremor suddenly came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

The black lotus emitted a gentle and restrained energy fluctuation, and began to rotate again after the cooling cycle ended.

Lin Feng's heart stirred, but he didn't rush to look.

When the song ended, Sarah and McKenna walked back to the campfire.

McKenna walked straight to Lin Feng, extended her hand, and smiled warmer than a campfire: "Tonight is my birthday, shouldn't you ask me to dance?"

This time, Lin Feng did not refuse. He put the beer bottle aside, took her hand, and walked to the center.

He hadn't formally studied this type of dance, but his extraordinary body control and learning ability allowed him to quickly catch up with the rhythm.

In addition, his great strength allowed McKenna to be easily swung around by him, making her perform several difficult moves that were very entertaining to watch.

This drew good-natured whistles and cheers from those around.

After the dance ended, McKenna's eyes shone even brighter, and she generously gave a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Sarah immediately stepped forward and took Lin Feng's arm, her tone a mix of coquettishness and jealousy: "Darling, you've never danced this enthusiastically with me before, the next one is mine."

Lin Feng, naturally, wouldn't show favoritism and danced another song with Sarah.

Sarah clung to him, their dance becoming even more tender and intimate.

The dancing and interactive activities really livened up the party atmosphere.

McKenna's friends put aside their distance from Lin Feng and approached him, curiously inquiring about the arena that afternoon.

Lin Feng simply smiled and gave a vague response, maintaining a perfect level of mystery.

However, even at the edge of the bustling crowd, Joseph Smith's gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng.

The inhuman power that Lin Feng displayed was, in his eyes, an excellent model of a prophet.

Bringing such a figure into the church would have immeasurable value in expanding its influence and attracting believers.

A religious fervor flickered deep within his eyes.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, two ranch workers from McKenna pushed a huge three-tiered cake decorated with cowboy hats to the campfire.

Everyone immediately gathered around and sang "Happy Birthday" in unison.

The flickering firelight illuminated McKenna's radiant smile as she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in a wish.

A moment later, she opened her eyes and, before blowing out the candle, her gaze quickly swept across Lin Feng's face.

The cake was cut and shared, and the cream mixed with bourbon whiskey brought the party atmosphere to its peak.

As night deepened, everyone was settled in the ranch for the night.

Smith and his four sisters were temporarily housed in a workers' hut on the edge of the ranch.

As people gradually dispersed, the campfire went out.

While McKenna was seeing off her last few friends in the distance, Sarah tiptoed and whispered in Lin Feng's ear in a voice only he could hear.

A tone laced with jealousy and mischief: "Darling, tonight, you'd better teach her a lesson for me, you know what I mean."

After saying that, she gently bit Lin Feng's earlobe.

After seeing off all the guests, McKenna led Lin Feng and Sarah to the main villa.

The villa's interior is decorated in a typical Western style, with solid wood furniture, animal skin carpets, a fireplace, and various hunting tools and family photos hanging on the walls.

"You'll be staying in this guest room. The sheets are freshly changed, and the bathroom is over there."

McKenna pushed open a heavy wooden door, revealing a spacious and comfortable bedroom with an ensuite bathroom.

"Thank you," Lin Feng nodded.

Just as Lin Feng and Sarah were about to go inside, McKenna suddenly reached out and gently grabbed Lin Feng's wrist.

She stared intently at him, her voice low, carrying a clear invitation and a hint of challenge: "Lin, it's still early. Would you be interested in taking a tour of my bedroom?"

It's on the second floor, with a better view and some unique collections.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Sarah.

Sarah leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, her face expressionless, only slightly raising her chin.

"I'm somewhat interested." Lin Feng turned around and smiled at McKenna.

"OK." McKenna's eyes flashed with joy as she pulled Lin Feng upstairs.

.....

Time passed quickly, and it soon reached midnight.

McKenna is different from Sarah; she is indeed fierce.

It must be said that the female cowgirls of Texas are quite skilled riders.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng was adept at dealing with those who refused to submit.

Just as Lin Feng was about to take a shower, Sarah suddenly ran up to him.

He put his arm around Lin Feng's neck and said four idioms.

( ) should be stronger

( ) fairness and justice

( ) too hasty

( ) do as I please

Lin Feng could easily handle this small request.

Sarah's request was easily fulfilled.

After a quick wash and a short rest, Lin Feng entered the space, but didn't rush in as he watched the rotating black lotus.

The supplies in the space were almost used up, and Lin Feng had not yet replenished them.

We will head to Yongguan County after we have replenished our supplies.

The next morning, when Lin Feng woke up, Sarah was using her left arm as a pillow, her long golden hair spread across his chest.

McKenna was holding his right arm, and his brown head was resting on his shoulder; they were both fast asleep.

After Lin Feng finished washing up and getting dressed, the smell of coffee and fried bread wafted up from downstairs.

The cultist Smith has already left.

After a while, Sarah and McKenna also came downstairs one after the other.

Although the two still glanced at each other from time to time, their eyes held a subtle tension, and they seemed much more at peace, even sharing an indescribable, subtle understanding.

Coming out of the same trench is a kind of friendship.

A simple American breakfast was laid out on the table: fried eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and a large pot of black coffee.

The three ate in silence, the atmosphere quiet, with only the soft sound of knives and forks touching plates.

After finishing the last bite of toast, McKenna wiped her mouth with a napkin, looked at Sarah with her familiar provocative expression, and said, "Since you're in Texas, how can you not go target practice? Interested in a shooting contest?"

Upon hearing this, Sarah immediately raised her eyebrows and put down her coffee cup: "A marksmanship contest? Who's afraid of who!"

Although she primarily lives in Las Vegas, as the daughter of a state legislator, she belongs to the wealthy class and has naturally received systematic shooting training, giving her considerable confidence in her marksmanship.

In America, especially in Texas, almost everyone has experience with target practice.

Lin Feng, who was standing to the side, also felt a little itchy to try it.

Since absorbing the memories of the Blood Gang leader and gaining superb marksmanship, he hasn't really had a chance to practice it properly.

For men, the sense of control and destructive urge that comes from manipulating machinery and aiming to fire has a natural appeal.

McKenna seemed to have seen through Lin Feng's thoughts and turned to him with a smile: "Lin, how is it?"

Want to play some games? Let me see if the 'Kung Fu Cowboy' is just as amazing with a gun.

"Sure," Lin Feng readily agreed, "How do we play?"

"There are two common types," McKenna explained. "One is shooting at moving targets, which is more exciting. We can ride horses to the woods on the ranch."

There are many wild boars there, which is a good opportunity to hunt them and keep the ranch clean.

Another type is shooting at fixed targets, which is more competitive; it involves shooting at balloon targets along the route while on horseback with a pistol, or simply precision shooting.

Before Lin Feng could speak, Sarah frowned: "This is not fair. If it's a shooting contest, it's a shooting contest. How can you mix in horsemanship?"

You're deliberately setting conditions that favor you.

McKenna shrugged, but didn't insist: "Alright, I'll take care of you then."

Let's shoot at a stationary target at 100 meters, just to see who has the better marksmanship. Is that alright?

Follow me.

After saying that, she got up and led the two of them toward the stable.

Two horses were led out.

He rode a tall, chestnut-red horse, and then led out a black horse for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng mounted his horse and then reached out to pull Sarah up, making her sit in front of him.

McKenna rode alone, taking the lead, heading deeper into the pasture.

The air in the pasture is fresh in the early morning, carrying the scent of grass and earth.

After passing through a sparse grove of trees and rounding a few small hills, the view suddenly opened up after about twenty minutes.

A flat open space was specially prepared as a shooting range, with a row of standard chest-ring targets standing in the distance.

Next to the shooting range was a sizable natural lake, its waters reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and distant trees, creating a beautiful scene.

"And there's a lake, your ranch must be quite large," Lin Feng asked.

McKenna, riding on horseback, showed no particular expression: "'Rattlesnake Ranch' covers a total area of ​​approximately 20,000 acres (810,000 square kilometers, 120,000 mu), and this lake and the surrounding mountains and forests are all within its boundaries."

It was bought by my grandfather's generation.

Sarah, sitting in front of Lin Feng, couldn't help but let out a soft hum upon hearing this. "At the current average price of a high-quality ranch in central Texas, 20,000 acres is worth about 200 million US dollars."

I never would have guessed she was such a low-key billionaire.