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

We arrived in Austin around 1 p.m.

Lin Feng drove his black Cullinan slowly into the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel Austin.

Located in the city center, right next to the Colorado River, the hotel boasts an excellent location and is one of Austin's most prestigious hotels.

The doorman quickly came forward, respectfully opened the car door, and glanced at Cullinan and Lin Feng.

Lin Feng tossed the car keys to the doorman and gave him a 100-dollar tip, at which point the doorman immediately became even more attentive.

Lin Feng went to the front desk and booked a presidential suite.

It's not peak tourist season now, so the price is reasonable at $7,000 a night, plus a 25% service charge, totaling $8,750.

After confirming the room fee, the receptionist handed over the room key with both hands, her smile as sweet as honey.

"Sir, have a pleasant stay at the Four Seasons Hotel and a pleasant journey."

Lin Feng took the key card and led Anna and Sarah upstairs.

The presidential suite is on the top floor of the hotel and has an excellent view.

The Colorado River is right outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, its waters shimmering in the sunlight. In the distance, the Austin skyline stretches out, with towering buildings that don't feel crowded.

The room is luxuriously decorated, with a huge crystal chandelier, and the living room alone is nearly 100 square meters.

Anna kicked off her high heels as soon as she entered the room, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet, and stretched dramatically.

"We've finally arrived."

Sarah walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the river view outside, and exclaimed, "This presidential suite is really something else. I never wanted to stay in such a nice place before."

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Anna thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "If possible, I'd like to eat your secret-recipe roast meat?"

I still crave the food I ate on the farm.

Lin Feng glanced at her and said, "You eat chicken."

Since we're in Austin, let's try the local specialties.

Anna pouted, "Okay, whatever you say."

Sarah took out her phone and scrolled through her phone: "Austin is mainly known for its smoked beef and barbecue. There are a few popular restaurants, but if you go there at this time, you'll definitely have to wait in line, at least an hour."

Anna immediately lost interest and suggested, "There's a Michelin-starred restaurant in the Four Seasons Hotel, why don't we have steak at the hotel?"

It's convenient and doesn't require traveling far.

Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, that suits me perfectly. Let's go buy a piano after we finish eating."

Sarah was taken aback and looked at Lin Feng with a puzzled expression: "Lin, you can play the piano?"

Lin Feng smiled faintly, "I'm a legend you can never catch up to."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa and said again, "Of course."

Six languages, medicine, rap, basketball, football, photography, piano playing, oil painting,

I can do both traditional Chinese painting and racing.

Oh, right, carving, woodworking, gambling, and even stealing—those all work too.

Anna and Sarah exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief and doubt in each other's eyes.

"You also know how to gamble?"

Anna raised an eyebrow. "I've been in Las Vegas for so long, how come I've never seen you win any money?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Because I wasn't interested at the time."

Besides, what's the point of always winning?

Anna rolled her eyes: "I don't believe it."

I believe you are very skilled.

But how could it be so strong in other aspects?

Medicine, photography, oil painting, playing the piano—these all require a lot of time to learn, and it can take several years to master them.

How old are you? Even if you started learning from the womb, you couldn't learn this much.

There's simply not that much energy.

Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly: "If I want to, I can learn any skill in a day."

Moreover, it's top-tier level.

Anna scoffed, clearly disbelieving: "I don't believe it. God wouldn't favor you so much."

If you're really that powerful, then you're God.

Sarah shook her head, thinking Lin Feng was bragging.

Lin Feng didn't explain, he just smiled.

He knew that facts speak louder than words.

Anna suddenly became interested and leaned closer, saying, "Since you're so good, how about we go racing tonight?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, somewhat worried: "Let's forget about it."

Austin police are extremely brutal; getting caught is no laughing matter.

Anna, however, was unimpressed and glanced at Sarah:

"With Lin Feng around, what's there to be afraid of?"

If all else fails, just kill them.

Anyway, he has a way to make the corpse disappear.

Anna had no doubt about Lin Feng's ability to handle corpses.

She had seen Lin Feng's file—those vanished drug lords, vanished FBI agents, vanished immigration agents, all of them disappeared without a trace in Lin Feng's case.

Even the CIA agents investigating Lin Feng disappeared without a trace, and not a single clue was found.

A flicker of excitement crossed Sarah's eyes; she was clearly persuaded as well.

"Then... what kind of car do you use for racing?"

"Use a Cullinan? A V12 would also work; it's fast."

Lin Feng chuckled: "The Cullinan is too heavy; it's not suitable for racing."

"I'm going to get a Ferrari, I'll take you guys for a race tonight."

"Oh, darling, I look forward to your performance." Anna's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Let's go eat first." Lin Feng stood up.

"ok"

The three of them went downstairs and arrived at the Michelin-starred restaurant in the hotel.

The restaurant's decor is minimalist, with black, white, and gray as the main colors and soft lighting.

The waiter led them to seats by the window, where they could see the hotel courtyard, lush with greenery and the sound of flowing water.

Lin Feng has one man and two women: one Chinese and two beautiful white women, and the two most striking white women are top-notch.

The moment the three entered the restaurant, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The diners all turned to look, some with envy, some with jealousy, none of their gazes were kind.

A red-necked man with gray hair glanced at Lin Feng, then at Anna and Sarah, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

None of the three were the type to dawdle; they quickly glanced at the menu and ordered their own dishes.

During the meal, Lin Feng checked the time and urged:

"Eat quickly, we still need to buy a piano later."

"understood."

After dinner, the three drove to a music store in Austin.

Austin is known as the "Live Music Capital of the World" and has a rich musical atmosphere.

Music bars are everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the air seems to be filled with musical notes.

There are naturally many music stores here, including large national chain guitar stores and long-established music stores that have been open for decades and specialize in selling high-end products.

Lin Feng parked his car in front of what looked like the most impressive music store and went inside.

The music store is very large, with two floors. The first floor is filled with all kinds of musical instruments—guitars, basses, drums, violins, and wind instruments, a dazzling array.

The second floor is a dedicated piano area.

Lin Feng went straight up to the second floor.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I saw rows of black grand pianos, gleaming softly under the lights.

He walked around and noticed that there were quite a few domestically produced pianos among them.

For example, brands like Zhujiang and Hailun have price tags around $2.3.

The price is twice as high as in China.