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

Working for relatives and friends might seem harmless at first, but over time, the relationship will inevitably deteriorate.

There's a natural divide between bosses and employees; Lin Feng is now his childhood friend.

Once he's in the casino, he becomes his boss. If something goes wrong at work, will Lin Feng tell or not?

To scold or not to scold? If you don't say anything, the casino rules are there;

Tell me, what about the friendship we've had since childhood?

He had seen too many examples like this, and without exception, the end result was that they couldn't even remain friends.

After graduating from school, Lin Feng was the only person he could truly consider a friend.

He didn't want to lose his only friend for money.

Moreover, Lin Feng was his savior.

I can't let my buddies down.

"Let's forget about it, Brother Feng."

Zhao Gang's tone was sincere and gentle, without any hesitation or regret.

"I'm not young anymore, and this is such a big thing."

My parents were so worried back home that they didn't sleep for two days and two nights, and my mother even had a stroke.

I really don't want to stay abroad anymore. I've had all the fun I wanted to have, and I've had my fill of partying.

This time I almost lost my life, so I learned a big lesson.

I'll open a hardware store when I get back, live a peaceful and stable life, and my parents will be at ease.

Moreover, having this $100,000 as seed capital is equivalent to about 700,000 RMB.

It's more than enough to open a hardware store.

I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life. Whenever you come back to China for holidays, I will definitely treat you well.

Lin Feng listened but did not insist.

Everyone has their own ambitions. Zhao Gang is not unintelligent, nor does he have great ambitions.

There's nothing wrong with this attitude towards life; in fact, from a certain perspective, it can be considered contentment with what one has.

"It's not bad to live a peaceful and ordinary life. Not everyone is suited to make a living in the limelight."

If you encounter any insurmountable obstacles in the future, give me a call, and I can solve anything for you.

"Okay then, you should let your parents know you're safe. They're probably worried sick right now."

Lin Feng's tone was calm but sincere.

"Okay, Brother Feng."

"I'll hang up now. I'll treat you to dinner when I get back to China."

Zhao Gang hung up the phone, placed it on his lap, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He slumped back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and didn't move for a long time.

He's lucky to have survived, and this lesson will stay with him for the rest of his life.

He closed his eyes and silently planned his future after returning home.

I'll go back to my hometown for a few days to spend with my parents, and then I'll go to Jiangsu Province to learn a trade from Boss Zhou.

After learning the ropes for a year or two and figuring things out, I'll go back to my hometown county and find a good location to rent a shop.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

A crisp ring of the doorbell pulled Zhao Gang back from his reverie.

Zhao Gang stood up and looked out through the peephole.

They discovered two uniformed Filipino police officers standing outside the door.

Zheng was holding a woman on his left and right.

The woman was wearing a tight-fitting, bodycon mini-skirt, the hem of which was so short it barely covered the top of her thighs.

But at this moment, the expression on that face was filled with fear and despair.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her eyeliner was smudged and running down her cheeks, making her look a mess.

Zhao Gang opened the door and saw the woman; his face instantly darkened.

I would recognize this face even if it turned to ashes.

She was the woman who approached him at the bar, pretended to hit it off with him, tricked him into a hotel room, and then had four burly men burst in to set him up.

Back in the bar, he was talking a mile a minute, saying how lonely he was traveling alone in the Philippines.

I'm looking for a reliable person to travel with.

But as soon as she entered the room, her expression changed. When four burly men rushed in…

She was even filming a video on her phone, laughing and saying, "I caught another big fish."

The woman clung to Zhao Gang as if he were a lifeline.

He struggled violently, trying to lunge forward, but was held firmly by the shoulders by two policemen.

He shouted at Zhao Gang in an almost frantic, sobbing voice:

"Mr. Zhao! Please! Please save me!"

They forced me to do this; if I didn't, they would kill my whole family!

If you save me, I'll marry you after I return to China. I mean it!

I will do the laundry, cook, and raise the children; I'll be your servant!

Zhao Gang's face darkened, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped the woman across the face.

The slap was powerful; the woman was knocked to the side.

A bright red handprint instantly appeared on her fair cheek.

She covered her face, her eyes wide, staring at Zhao Gang in disbelief.

She never expected that the man she had been completely fooling would actually hit her.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Do you really think I've never seen a woman before?

Do you think you can fool me with your few hypocritical words?

Fuck you!

Do you know what I went through in that dilapidated villa?

If it weren't for my buddy's strong abilities, I'd be dead or alive by now, maybe already dragged to some desolate wilderness and had my kidneys cut off!

Zhao Gang gritted his teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for two days.

The two policemen immediately understood what was going on when they saw Zhao Gang's attitude.

The bureau chief had personally instructed that this Mr. Zhao was a person specifically designated by higher authorities to be under special protection.

His will is his command.

Since Mr. Zhao's attitude is "to handle it however it should be handled," then there is no need to have any further concerns.

The two men exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they grabbed the woman's arms on either side and dragged her to the end of the corridor.

The woman was dragged backward, her high heels kicking against the ground.

She turned her head desperately and shouted at Zhao Gang with all her might.

The sound was sharp and shrill, echoing in the empty hotel corridor:

"Mr. Zhao! Please, please save me!"

If you don't take care of me, I'll really die!

Please, for the sake of us being Chinese, save me!

I still have parents to support, please have some compassion!

Zhao Gang stood at the door, watching the woman being dragged away, his face expressionless and unmoved.

When that woman lured him into a hotel room and hid in a corner gleefully filming him,

Did she ever consider the phrase "we are all Chinese"?

When he was tied to an iron bed and being electrocuted in that dark little room, did she ever care whether he lived or died?

He turned and went back to his room, closing the door to shut out the cries from the hallway.

Meanwhile, inside a villa in Las Vegas.

Lin Feng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a cup of freshly brewed spiritual tea.

My phone vibrated; it was a video file sent by Anna.

He clicked on it and saw that the video showed the entire process of rescuing Zhao Gang.

Under the infrared lens of a drone, the moment special forces' breaching hammer smashed open the iron door, the white smoke from the smoke grenade exploding in the corridor...

The tactical maneuvers of assault troops advancing under alternating cover.

And the kidnappers fell one by one after being hit by bullets in the infrared field of vision.

The entire operation was swift and efficient, taking less than two minutes from breaking down the goal to the end, demonstrating exceptional professionalism.