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

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment.

$3052 million to buy a 100,000-acre farm?

The price was much lower than he had expected.

It's cheaper than cabbage!

He still has over $3000 million in his account, which is more than enough.

"Awesome."

Lin Feng smiled with satisfaction, "You guys are taking advantage of my misfortune."

McKenna smiled too.

"It's because your white jade token is so powerful."

We scared everyone away, leaving only us as the buyers.

Eileen, that woman, is really ruthless when it comes to bargaining.

It has to be said, these lawyers are the most ruthless.

Eileen, in the passenger seat, gave McKenna a displeased look.

He snorted coldly and closed his eyes, choosing not to see.

"Eileen?"

"Yes, Sarah's sister. We owe everything to her today."

Lin Feng smiled as he recalled Eileen's arrogant demeanor in court.

"Interesting, got it."

After hanging up the phone, McKenna looked out the window.

The sun was setting, and the crimson clouds painted the entire Texas plains orange-red.

At this moment, it wasn't just Sarah and Lin Feng who were happy.

McKenna was secretly pleased as well.

The Locke family went to great lengths to acquire her Rattlesnake Farm.

McKenna still feels a surge of anger when she thinks about it now.

The group first sent people to secretly break down the fence, causing her cattle to escape and resulting in the loss of more than a dozen head.

Then they spread rumors everywhere.

There was even an assassination attempt.

What about now?

Old Locke died, killed by a sickle on his own farm.

Little Locke—the forty-year-old current clan leader—had his body cleaned up by Lin Feng, leaving not even ashes behind.

The grandson, Rockwell, is now living in constant fear. He doesn't even dare to stay on his own farm and hides in a hotel, where nightmares haunt him as soon as he closes his eyes.

In the end, he sold the Locke Farm, which was worth hundreds of millions, for a mere 2800 million.

Thinking about this, McKenna felt incredibly pleased.

The frustration that had been building up for years was swept away today.

She leaned against the car window, her blonde hair whipping wildly in the wind, strands brushing against her face, yet making her feel exceptionally comfortable.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon Sarah and Eileen.

Sarah said her sister Eileen likes to drink, so today is the perfect opportunity to cater to her tastes.

McKenna wants to drink now too.

I'm in a good mood and all I want to do is get completely drunk.

Sarah was in an exceptionally good mood on the way back.

The Cullinan sped across the vast plains of Texas, the scenery outside the window rushing past.

She turned the music up to the maximum volume; it was a pop song with a strong rhythm. She swayed her body to the beat, her blonde hair swinging back and forth with her movements.

She yelled at Eileen in the passenger seat, her voice drowning out the music, "Idiot, my car's sound system is better than your Tesla's, isn't it?"

Your beat-up car feels like an old-fashioned bus; a large SUV is what a car should be.

Eileen leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, too lazy to pay any attention to her.

"Shut up, you idiot."

Without even looking up, she said in a nonchalant tone, "The two cars are not in the same price range, how can you compare them?"

Why don't you compare the Cullinan to a private jet?

Sarah choked for a moment, then snorted.

"Private jet? I'll have one sooner or later."

Eileen was too lazy to say anything more, so she simply closed her eyes to rest.

Sarah felt even better when she saw her like this.

By the time we got back to the farm, it was already dark.

The villa was brightly lit, and Lin Feng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, slowly sipping a cup of tea.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Eileen walk in.

This time, Eileen's eyes no longer held the disdain and contempt she had shown before.

She looked at Lin Feng, her gaze becoming much more serious.

After all, being able to afford a Rolls-Royce and casually spend 30 million US dollars to buy a farm is enough to demonstrate Lin Feng's strength.

The key point is that he's willing to spend money.

Many men in America today are simply unwilling to get married.

He was afraid that a woman would take half of his property.

According to the law, after a divorce, not only must the property be divided equally, but the party with the highest income must also pay alimony.

Many men go bankrupt after getting married for this reason.

Moreover, there's the so-called "curse" of Locke Farm.

If the mysterious deaths of the Locke family are indeed related to Lin Feng, then this person is truly terrifying.

That means he possesses some kind of power beyond comprehension, which is absolutely strategic value.

Such talent absolutely deserves to be recruited and respected.

Eileen stepped forward, extended her hand, and wore a professional smile.

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised.

This attitude is completely different from when we first met in court.

Back then, she was arrogant, with nostrils pointing to the sky and a look of disdain that said, "You're not good enough for my sister."

Now you're actually reaching out to me on your own initiative?

He raised an eyebrow and took Eileen's hand.

"Hello, Ms. Eileen."

Release upon touch.

Eileen withdrew her hand and looked down—there were some water stains on her hand.

It was spilled when I was making tea.

She frowned slightly, a hint of disgust and aversion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

Seeing this, Lin Feng took it all in and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to wash my hands after using the restroom."

Eileen's face darkened instantly.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger.

She said angrily, "Mr. Lin is so young, and you already have prostate problems? You should go to the hospital to get it checked out as soon as possible!"

Sarah and McKenna, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

Lin Feng, however, remained unfazed, smiling as he looked at her.

"Why did Ms. Eileen become a doctor instead of a lawyer?"

Eileen took the tissues her assistant handed her and carefully wiped her hands, one finger at a time, as if she wanted to rub off a layer of skin.

She snorted coldly and said expressionlessly:

"This is just basic common sense."

She threw the used tissue into the trash can and looked up at Lin Feng.

"In addition, I would like to offer Mr. Lin a piece of advice."

Don't take prostatitis lightly; it can cause erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation.

I don't want my sister to marry a useless man.

Otherwise, you're very likely to see other men doing the work for you.

That's a pretty harsh statement.

Before Lin Feng could even speak, Sarah had already jumped up.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

She glared at Eileen, her voice rising eight octaves, "If he's incompetent, then there are no men left in the world."

If he wanted to, he could keep you up all night!

McKenna nodded beside her, giving her testimony with an air of seriousness.

"I can confirm that."

Eileen was so angry that she couldn't speak as she watched the two women take turns defending Lin Feng.

She took a deep breath and suppressed her anger.

Now she just felt that her whole hand was dirty.

"Where's the restroom? I need to wash my hands."

Sarah gestured towards the villa.

"First floor, turn right."

Eileen walked away, her high heels clicking as she went.

Sarah couldn't help but laugh as she watched Eileen's figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

"Honey, you've really put my sister in a terrible situation."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and asked lazily, "Oh? What do you mean?"

Sarah leaned closer, lowered her voice, and looked mysterious.

"There's something I forgot to tell you. My sister is actually a lesbian."

Moreover, she has severe mysophobia (obsessive-compulsive disorder) related to cleanliness.

Lin Feng immediately perked up.

Sarah continued, "The way you teased her just now almost killed her."

Lin Feng smiled slightly; he hadn't really been interested in Eileen.

He'd seen plenty of arrogant white female lawyers before; they were beautiful, but their haughty attitude was something he'd never seen before.

But now...

He suddenly became interested.

He looked at Sarah with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Is she a man or a woman?"

Offensive or defensive?

Sarah blinked and whispered, "She's so assertive, do you think she's on the defensive?"