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

The three faces were exactly the same, with the same blond hair and the same blue eyes.

The same lip shape and nose bridge, as if God made three copies of the same face.

But Lin Feng's eyesight was so sharp that he was still able to spot some subtle differences.

The three girls' eyes were sharp, staring directly at Lin Feng like knives.

There was not a trace of girlish shyness or timidity in her eyes.

There is only one kind of scrutiny that has settled down after undergoing the brutal test of survival.

They are about 1.7 meters tall, with curvaceous figures, and most striking are their ample bosoms.

The loose white T-shirt was stretched taut, making a casual piece look like a fitted one.

That tight, full feeling can be felt even from several meters away.

Standing on either side of Lin Feng, Diva Cassel and Victoria subconsciously looked down at their chests.

Then I looked at the three girls on the sofa.

Their expressions simultaneously became subtle.

As supermodels, their most beautiful feature is their legs.

Slender and tall, with a cool and aloof air, her collarbone is so high it could hold fish.

The three girls on the sofa, however, have figures that are of a different dimension.

It is the perfect state of being healthy, full-figured, and full of vitality.

It's the perfect look that makes a man unable to look away after just one glance.

Daiwa's competitive spirit subsided after seeing the three women's impressive figures.

Before Lin Feng could speak, the three girls on the sofa stood up on their own initiative.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the rhythm of their ascent was as if they had been trained.

The three women stared directly at Lin Feng without fear, and the girl in the middle spoke first.

Not a single word of nonsense.

"We discussed terms with Matthew, the boss here, before we came."

Our demands are clear: if you want us, you have to help us get revenge.

They also need to help us erase all the murder records on our bodies.

Both of these conditions are indispensable.

If you can't do it, we won't force you; just leave now.

If you disagree, we will fight to the death.

Upon hearing the words "murder case," Victoria and Diva Cassel, who were standing behind Lin Feng, both tensed up at the same time.

They exchanged a horrified glance instinctively, and their feet involuntarily took a step back.

Murder case—this word is unfamiliar to two celebrities who grew up in wealthy families and had smooth sailing careers in the fashion and entertainment industries.

It's so far, so very far away.

The closest they've ever come to crime in their lives is being called a bitch by haters on social media.

The survival rules of the lower classes, where people live on the edge and pay for their crimes with blood, are a completely different world for them.

Their lives are glamorous and successful, with someone to support them.

Lin Feng said casually without turning his head.

"You two go up first. The second room on the right on the second floor is the master bedroom. It has a bathroom and a wine cabinet. Make yourselves at home."

I have something to take care of here, it'll only take ten minutes.

Victoria and Diva Kassel nodded as if granted a pardon, their long legs moving quickly.

I climbed the spiral staircase to the second floor.

However, the two women's gossip and curiosity clearly overcame their fear.

They didn't actually go into the master bedroom after they reached the corner on the second floor.

Instead, they all stopped in their tracks.

Crouching low in a blind spot at the corner of the stairs, I cautiously peeked out half my head and secretly looked downstairs.

Two supermodels who shine brightly on the international catwalk now look like thieves.

Lin Feng beckoned to the three blonde girls standing ramrod straight in front of the sofa, their eyes sharp as knives.

A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth

"Not bad, her looks, figure, and temperament are all very good."

Moreover, you have courage, and you were able to meet me. It seems you are lucky people.

I have agreed to your request.

Lin Feng judged that the girl in the middle was probably the eldest of the three sisters, or the one who made the decisions.

Judging from her micro-expressions while standing, both younger sisters were observing her reaction out of the corner of their eyes.

He asked again:

How can you prove you can do it?

We won't hand ourselves over just because of empty words.

The three of us sisters escaped from Albuquerque all the way to Las Vegas, and the only reason we've survived is by never trusting anyone.

Lin Feng smiled indifferently and said, "Tell me, how do you need me to prove it?"

The three girls spoke in unison, their voices so synchronized it sounded like they had rehearsed it many times.

Clearly, this condition was something they had discussed repeatedly before they came:

"It's very simple—we'll agree as long as you can get Matthew to listen to you."

Matthew is the underground emperor of Las Vegas, and we've learned that...

Even the FBI doesn't dare to touch him easily.

If you can get this kind of person to obey you completely

That proves that you are indeed capable of helping us solve the problem.

Alternatively, you could demonstrate to us that you possess power equal to or even greater than Matthew's.

Clearly, these three girls, who fought their way from New Mexico to Las Vegas,

They assumed that Lin Feng had paid Matthew for the "service".

In their minds, Matthew was already at the very top of the pyramid.

Being able to stand on equal footing with Matthew is already the limit.

The reason they followed Matthew's men to this villa was because Matthew had promised to help them find a way out.

Although Matthew, that one-eared old fox, rarely speaks the truth, his power is undeniable.

Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly.

That smile carried a hint of helplessness and amusement.

He slowly took out his phone, opened his contacts, and...

Find Matthew's picture and press the voice button.

"Get in here right now."

"Yes, boss! Right away!"

Matthew's voice popped up on the phone, and he replied almost instantly.

Less than three seconds after he finished speaking, a dull thud was heard as the villa door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, a series of hurried and frantic footsteps came from the direction of the doorway; the footsteps were fast and urgent.

It was as if the person had rushed over in a tumble and stumble.

The living room door was pushed open from the outside.

Matthew, the man whose every stomp in the Las Vegas underworld could shake the entire city,

At that moment, he stumbled in.

A fine layer of sweat glistened on his forehead.

They didn't even dare to come in, and crawled in as if they were tumbling.

After rushing to Lin Feng, he knelt down on one knee without saying a word, looking up at Lin Feng.

The fierceness and authority of a gang leader were gone from his face; in its place was an almost obsequious, fawning expression.

Its expression was just like a big dog wagging its tail and begging for forgiveness after being scolded by its owner.

"Boss! Did those three bastards upset you?"

Matthew raised his head and swept a sinister look over the three girls in front of the sofa. His gaze was completely different from the fawning look he had given Lin Feng earlier.

"Just say the word, and I'll have them killed immediately."

The corpses will also make them disappear from the earth, and will absolutely not cause you any trouble.