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

Lin Feng beckoned to the two men: "What are you all standing there for? Make your move, you trash!"

These words came out of nowhere, completely baffling the two thugs. They looked at each other, wondering if this Asian kid had gone crazy on drugs or was just a lunatic.

But the fact that they can survive in such a place doesn't mean they're entirely brainless idiots.

Looking at Lin Feng's confident and fearless appearance, she glanced at the surrounding environment.

This is Scorpion Daniel's territory; the two of them dare not cause trouble here, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing apprehension in each other's eyes.

A thug approached Lin Feng and threatened him menacingly in a low voice: "Kid, this is Tijuana. You dare to walk out of this bar and see what happens."

I guarantee you and your girl will have an amazing time. A handsome Asian like you is worth a lot of money.

Another thug also made a throat-slitting gesture.

Faced with the blatant threat of death, Lin Feng simply smiled and didn't even bother to reply.

He took out his phone, opened the camera, and snapped a clear photo of the two thugs who were still glaring at him.

Then, to their astonishment, his fingers flew across the keyboard as he sent the photo to Juan.

The accompanying text message reads: "Keep these two under control, but don't kill them; they might be useful later."

Currently at the "Scorpion Bar".

After doing all this, Lin Feng finally looked up at the two thugs who were still confused about the situation, his eyes looking at them as if they were two pieces of goods about to be sent to the warehouse.

The two thugs were bewildered by his actions, and then looked at him with sneers.

Taking photos? Want to call the police?

Haha, calling the police in Tijuana?

Kid, you're so adorably naive. Losing someone here is like child's play. Haven't you seen all those missing person posters plastered on the telephone poles all over the place?

That's true; Tijuana's missing persons population has always been an alarming number.

Just as he started speaking, he saw the bar's security guards approaching. The two thugs gave him the middle finger and quickly left.

Lin Feng ignored them and took a sip of beer.

Ivana complained softly, somewhat disappointed, "Teacher, there are so few people in this bar, not even many people dancing. It's no fun."

"The security situation is too chaotic at night, with gunfights every few days. Who would dare to go out at night if they weren't careful?"

Lin Feng explained, glanced at the time, and said, "Alright, let's finish this bottle and go back. There's really nothing interesting here."

About ten minutes later, the bar door was suddenly pushed open, and a series of messy and hurried footsteps came from inside.

Juan barged in with four or five stern-faced gangsters who looked like tough guys.

They headed straight for the booth where Lin Feng was, while Juan's men dragged over the two thugs who had threatened Lin Feng earlier, like eagles snatching chicks.

The two thugs were completely dumbfounded by this scene.

When they saw that the newcomer was Juan, a notorious ruthless man under "Scorpion" Daniel, and that Juan was showing an almost fawning respect to the Asian kid in the booth, they were shocked.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

They finally realized that they might have offended someone they absolutely should not have messed with, and fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed them.

Juan strode up to Lin Feng, about to bow and report, but Lin Feng raised his hand to interrupt him.

Lin Feng's gaze first fell on the right side of Juan's neck, where two fresh, still-stable Chinese character tattoos were clearly visible.

Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle, pointing at the tattoo: "Just got it?"

When Juan saw that his boss had noticed him, he immediately straightened his back and showed an expression that was a mixture of pride and loyalty: "Yes, boss!"

This is proof of my loyalty to you, Juan, and it will never be forgotten.

He even tilted his head to the side so that the light would shine better on the tattoo.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Do you know what these two Chinese characters mean?"

"Of course I know!" Juan said confidently, his Chinese pronunciation broken. "It's 'loyalty—'!"

He deliberately drew out his tone, making it sound very serious.

Lin Feng chuckled silently, then shook his head, forcing himself to remain silent.

What Juan has tattooed on his neck isn't "loyalty" at all; it's clearly two Chinese characters—"beast."

I don't know if the tattoo artist didn't understand Chinese and just randomly found a template, or if he was deliberately teasing Juan.

Judging from Juan's earnest expression of loyalty, this misunderstanding is truly ingenious.

"Is it because you're uncultured, or the guy who tattooed you who's uncultured?"

Lin Feng couldn't help but ask.

Juan looked bewildered: "What's wrong, boss?"

"Is the tattoo incorrect? I specifically requested that it be done in the most authentic Chinese!"

"It's nothing," Lin Feng waved his hand, "The tattoo... is quite nice, those two characters suit you well." He added meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Juan beamed with joy, as if he had received a great compliment.

Lin Feng found the bar utterly boring; the women were of average appearance, and the atmosphere was rather dull.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the two ashen-faced, trembling thugs. "Look carefully, I'm leaving the bar now."

The two thugs were struck dumb.

"Boss, boss, we were wrong."

"Spare us!"

"We'll pay you money, any amount you want, please let us go!"

The two cried and begged for mercy, their faces covered in snot and tears.

Lin Feng, however, was too lazy to pay them any more attention. He put his arm around Ivana and walked straight towards the bar entrance.

Juan quickly led his men to respectfully make way.

He was as docile as a cat in front of Lin Feng, but on the streets of Tijuana, Juan Rodriguez was still a ruthless character that struck fear into people's hearts.

Watching Lin Feng's figure disappear outside the door, the fawning look on Hu An's face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious expression.

He walked up to the two thugs who were slumped on the ground, squatted down, and patted their pale, terrified faces.

"You've got some nerve, daring to even set your sights on the boss's woman?"

Juan's voice was icy cold. "Take him to the backyard and give him a proper 'welcome' first."

Don't hit too hard, the boss is still useful.

Then contact their family and prepare the ransom.

As usual, the price will be tripled based on the total market value of their organs.

"Can't produce it..." He sneered, the rest of his meaning self-evident.

"Yes, boss." The henchmen responded in unison, dragging the two completely broken thugs towards the dark back door of the bar like dead dogs.

As I walked out of the bar, several special police officers were still by the car.

Upon seeing Lin Feng emerge, the team leader...

"Sir, there's been a gunfight up ahead, it's not safe. We'll drive you back."

Hearing this, Lin Feng was very satisfied with the other party's attitude, and took out another thousand US dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

"You have a good eye. What's your name?"

"Sir, we met at the beach."