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

Lin Feng was already used to this kind of look, and said calmly:

"You guys chat."

He then stood up from the sofa, picked up a bath towel, and draped it over his shoulder.

I went swimming in the pool in the backyard.

Only after Lin Feng's figure disappeared outside the French windows did Qiao Chen finally exhale the breath she had been holding for so long.

She stared at Guo Lin in disbelief, adjusted her glasses, and said incredulously, her voice filled with disbelief:

"Sister Lin, I really didn't expect this."

You're notoriously picky; guys who're after you line up from downstairs in your dorm to the school gate, but you don't like any of them.

"Now you're actually willing to share a man with another woman?"

Guo Lin was not embarrassed at all upon hearing this.

Instead, he proudly raised his eyebrows, his lips curling into a wide smile, his face radiating smugness and boastfulness.

It's like a child showing off their favorite toy to their friends.

She crossed her arms and asked with a smile:

"My man is the most perfect man in the world, one of a kind."

Even if you only understand one percent of him, you will fall deeply in love with him and admire him.

Stop with the nonsense and just tell me what I think of my man. Be honest.

Qiao Chen paused for a moment, organized his thoughts, and then solemnly gave a very fair assessment:

"He is estimated to be over 1.85 meters tall, with perfect proportions and a handsome appearance."

He has an impeccable presence and is absolutely stunning; he's the most handsome man I've ever seen.

The hardware configuration is absolutely top-notch; even in Hollywood, it would be at the level of a top male star—perfect.

Also, you told me that he is also the chairman of the Black Lotus Group.

This casino is currently the hottest place in Las Vegas.

With a net worth starting at tens of billions, your man is definitely the most eligible bachelor of all.

Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a character from a novel.

She paused slightly at this point.

Then, in a more sincere and straightforward tone, he added:

"Speaking of matching, Sister Lin, to say something you might not like to hear, I really don't think you're good enough for him."

"That's fair!"

Guo Lin burst into laughter, not angry at all, but instead gave Qiao Chen a thumbs up.

She knew Qiao Chen's personality well; she was straightforward and never lied.

That's why Qiao Chen's comments made her especially proud.

After laughing, Guo Lin affectionately put her arm around Qiao Chen's shoulder, her playful expression fading.

His tone became concerned and serious as he asked, "Let's not talk about me anymore, let's talk about you."

What, a shooting has scared you this much?

"You weren't this timid before. Last time we went to the amusement park and rode in the haunted house, you didn't flinch the whole time."

Qiao Chen's face darkened slightly, a hint of lingering fear flashed in his eyes, and his tone became low.

She shook her head, her voice a little hoarse, and said:

"The haunted house is fake, but the shooting is real."

It happened right across from my apartment. I saw it with my own eyes from my window. That black man pointed a gun at his girlfriend and fired more than a dozen shots.

Then he shot and killed his two other roommates, and cut off their heads. It was disgusting.

The ground was covered in blood, and the police cordon was still in place.

Sister Lin, can you imagine?

That raw, primal beheading, that bloody scene, that feeling of powerlessness and terror… I'll never forget it.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses, and tried to calm herself down.

But there was still a hint of anger and confusion in his voice:

"And what's most disgusting is that the killer's father is said to be a Democratic senator who is very influential in politics."

The police had just arrested him, but he was released on bail after spending millions of dollars.

So now I don't even dare to leave my apartment building, I always feel like that person might come back at any moment.

"They managed to get him released on bail?" Sun Ting couldn't help but interject.

Qiao Chen shook her head and did not answer.

In this country, money is king. Even if you kill someone, you can win the case as long as you pay an exorbitant bail.

Is everyone equal before the law?

That depends on who your father is.

"The other party comes from such a wealthy family, they shouldn't be so desperate as to commit a crime for money, right?"

"I heard from my classmates that it was a crime of passion."

It seems his girlfriend cheated on him, and his two roommates, who know the truth, have been keeping it a secret from him.

The three men conspired to trick him for months, and in a fit of rage, he decided to kill them.

As Guo Lin finished speaking, a hint of helplessness crept into her voice.

"Why bother? If you didn't like it, you should have broken up earlier. Now you're being killed," Sun Ting sighed, shook her head, and said with regret.

"It's said she wanted the man to continue paying her tuition."

"In his eyes, his two roommates were in cahoots with his cheating girlfriend."

The son of a senator, who was pampered and spoiled from childhood.

How could I stand being treated like a fool?

Guo Lin put her arm around Qiao Chen's shoulder and comforted her in a relaxed tone:

"Alright, Qiao Chen, now that we're in Las Vegas, let's not think about it too much."

In this place, you are absolutely safe; no one can touch a hair on your head.

Do whatever you want, and forget all that other nonsense.

Qiao Chen chuckled at Guo Lin's gangster-like tone, pushed up his glasses, and rolled his eyes at her.

"The way you're talking makes it sound like this place is a haven for outlaws."

I'm a perfectly respectable person; I've never even received a traffic ticket.

"Alright, alright, a decent person, a decent person."

Guo Lin stood up with a laugh and patted Qiao Chen on the shoulder.

"Go take a shower first. You've been on the plane for so long, relax and take a hot bath to relieve your fatigue."

Around noon, I'll drive you around the casino a couple of times.

Experience the gambling culture of Las Vegas firsthand.

"Since we're already here, we should at least play a couple of rounds to make the trip worthwhile."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no, no, I don't want to get addicted to gambling."

You know me, I don't even buy scratch-off lottery tickets.

If my parents found out I was gambling in Las Vegas,

They absolutely have to fly over from China and break my legs.

You know how short-tempered my dad is; he'll interrupt you without hesitation.

"Don't worry, Uncle Qiao is just all talk and no action. When you were a kid, he said he would break your legs, but when did he ever actually do it?"

He dotes on you so much he wouldn't even dare to lay a finger on you.

"Besides, with me watching over you, what are you afraid of?" Guo Lin patted her chest with a grin and assured him.

"Okay then, I'm going to take a shower first. I can hardly stand the perfume smell on the plane."

Oh, and could you please apologize to Mr. Lin for me?

I was in such a rush when I came in that I didn't even have time to properly greet you. That was so rude of me.

Qiao Chen, carrying her suitcase, said somewhat embarrassedly.

After Qiao Chen went upstairs, Guo Lin went to the poolside in the backyard.