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

After the car came to a stop, Matthew quickly went over and opened the driver's side door for Lin Feng.

With one hand positioned above the car door frame, his movements were as precise as those of a valet parking attendant at a five-star hotel.

Lin Feng got out of the driver's seat and casually tossed the car keys to Matthew, who caught them with both hands in a smooth and effortless motion.

Matthew originally thought that Lin Feng would be the only one coming to play tonight.

After all, Lin Feng usually wouldn't involve the women around him in these kinds of things.

But when he saw the Cullinan's rear door open, and two tall, elegant women step out,

He was clearly taken aback for a moment.

He recognized the two women; one looked like a supermodel who frequently appeared on the covers of fashion magazines.

The other one looks even more familiar—isn't that Leonardo DiCaprio's girlfriend?

Holy crap, boss is awesome.

However, Matthew's momentary daze lasted only a fraction of a second before he quickly regained his usual respectful expression.

He knew perfectly well that his boss's private life was none of his business.

It was beyond his comprehension; the boss's abilities were such that leading not only two women, but even twenty would be perfectly reasonable.

After all, the more capable a person is, the more tired they are.

"Boss, everyone's inside, all arranged perfectly."

The three sisters had been waiting since the afternoon, and I had the maid prepare dinner and a change of clothes for them.

Moreover, all the servants in the villa were sent away.

Matthew lowered his voice as he reported to the director, his tone tinged with a cautious desire for praise and reward.

Lin Feng nodded, glanced at Matthew, and said calmly:

But considering your loyalty,

We won't pursue this matter this time.

If this happens again, I will absolutely not let you off the hook.

Matthew quickly lowered his head, his tone as sincere as a schoolchild who had made a mistake:

"Yes, boss, I definitely won't do it again next time."

Even so, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly when he lowered his head.

My inner calculations have already started to run wild.

He knew he had hit the mark with his flattery this time.

The boss said he would investigate, but his expression clearly showed satisfaction.

Since the eldest son is interested in triplets, his next step should be to start looking for other top-quality items.

I heard about some pretty good retired gymnastics twins in Los Angeles last time; I'll have someone check them out later.

Lin Feng stepped into the villa, but stopped after taking only a few steps.

With a flick of his wrist, a yellowed, thread-bound ancient book appeared out of thin air in his palm.

There was also a smooth, round, and entirely crimson pill, which was the Qi and Blood Pill for mortals in the Body Refining stage.

It gleamed warmly under the light, and a faint medicinal fragrance quickly filled the air.

Matthew's eyes widened the moment he saw the pill.

Having followed Lin Feng for so long, he knew all too well what those "little pills" in his boss's hands meant.

He still keeps the bottle of corpse-dissolving water that Lin Feng casually gave him last time in his pocket, treasuring it more than his own manhood.

Lin Feng flicked his finger, gently sending the Qi and Blood Pill toward Matthew.

The pill traced a graceful parabola through the air, and Matthew hurriedly reached out to catch it, carefully cradling it in both hands.

Fearing that the tiny pill might slip through their fingers and fall to the ground,

"This is a reward for your loyalty."

Qi and Blood Pills: Strengthen the body, replenish qi and nourish blood.

Lin Feng's tone was casual and indifferent, as if he had only tossed Matthew an ordinary vitamin pill.

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

Matthew's voice trembled with excitement.

The hands holding the pill trembled slightly.

He knew all too well the significance of what Lin Feng possessed.

A single pill that can make him stronger is worth more than ten boxes of US dollars.

In this city, money can be earned back, territory can be seized again, but you only have one life.

The things that make you stronger are the truly priceless treasures.

Lin Feng then casually tossed the yellowed, thread-bound ancient book over.

The cover reads "Black Tiger Fist".

Turning to the first page, there's a drawing of a little person in a horse stance, accompanied by densely packed annotations in tiny print.

I can't understand it at all.

This book is the Black Tiger Fist manual for beginners at the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, which Lin Feng bought with money before.

It can only be used to strengthen muscles and bones and improve physical health; it is not worth mentioning for cultivators.

But in the urban world, this is a fighting technique that is enough to instantly kill all ordinary people.

If an ordinary person trains to a certain level, they can easily take on a dozen strong men with their bare hands.

However, this manual cannot be practiced by others, because each move requires Qi and Blood Pills to activate the meridians.

Without the Qi and Blood Pill, even practicing according to the diagrams for ten years won't yield any real results.

"Take it back and practice the movements on it. Practice each movement one hundred times a day."

I'll test you in a few days. Once you've memorized all the movements, I'll teach you the secrets of breathing exercises.

Remember, this must not be shared with anyone else. If a second person sees it, you must eat it.

Lin Feng's tone remained indifferent, but every word he uttered carried undeniable weight.

"Yes! Yes! Boss! Thank you, boss!"

I won't disturb the boss's rest!

Have a great evening, boss!

Matthew was so excited his voice cracked as he tightly stuffed the boxing manual and pills into the inside pocket of his suit.

I pressed my hands tightly against my chest, as if afraid they would fly out of my pocket.

Then he scrambled out of the villa as fast as he could.

In front of Lin Feng, he was not the fearsome underground emperor of Las Vegas.

He was a loyal old dog, and he was happy to be the boss's dog.

Moreover, he knew better than anyone that being Lin Feng's dog was a million times more glamorous than being a tiger outside.

This Qi and Blood Pill and this boxing manual are the best proof.

Following behind Lin Feng were Diva Kassel and Victoria.

The two men, initially humble and respectful, gradually became agitated and lost their composure as they looked at the fierce man who was missing an ear.

I was completely baffled the whole time, my face full of confusion.

They exchanged a glance, and both saw the same question in each other's eyes.

It's just a small red pill and a tattered old book, isn't it?

Why get this excited?

Could it be some kind of new drug?

In American gangs, drugs are indeed a form of hard currency, but Lin Feng doesn't seem like the kind of boss who would personally distribute drugs to his subordinates.

They cannot understand, nor do they need to understand.

Because they are not Lin Feng's real women yet, and are not worthy of accessing the secrets of that level.

Lin Feng stepped into the spacious living room of the villa.

The entire villa is decorated in a modern minimalist style, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the high dome.

The entire space was illuminated as brightly as day.

Three blonde, blue-eyed girls were sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room.

The three girls sat side by side on the edge of the sofa, their posture dignified and alert, their backs straight and their hands on their knees.

They were all dressed in simple white T-shirts and light blue jeans, without any jewelry or makeup, completely bare-faced.

But her delicate features and fair skin are enough to outshine most of the heavily made-up female stars in Hollywood.