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

Jordan and Lin Feng started playing basketball.

Jordan passed the ball to Lin Feng: "You go first."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Want to warm up?"

"There's no need to hit you, but you can if you want to feel hot."

"I don't need it either."

"Let's begin."

Lin Feng took the ball and dribbled it between his legs a couple of times.

The ball seemed glued to his hands, tumbling left and right, so fast that its trajectory was impossible to see.

With a hook shot, the ball soared through the air, tracing a beautiful arc, and went straight in.

Jordan was taken aback, then laughed:

"Good luck, you still have possession. Keep going."

Lin Feng nodded and began dribbling. Before Jordan could even defend, Lin Feng gently shot the ball.

The ball went in again, swishing through the net without even touching the rim.

"You've got something special."

Jordan finally got serious.

After all, the stakes are $1 million.

Then, Lin Feng dribbled the ball again.

Jordan tried to reach out, but every time he did,

Lin Feng always managed to slip past them with ease.

He sidestepped and slipped right past Jordan.

Before Jordan could react, Lin Feng scored with a block.

"That speed?"

The entire arena stared wide-eyed. At this moment, Jordan was truly serious.

He bent down and opened his arms.

They adopted the defensive stance they used when they won the championship.

But his earnestness was useless.

Lin Feng swept aside the enemy like autumn leaves in the wind, winning 10-0.

Every attack was clean and efficient.

Every defensive maneuver was airtight.

Jordan didn't even get a chance to receive the ball.

Lin Feng intercepted the ball.

The entire audience was stunned.

This is the god of basketball, and he actually got his head shaved.

Jordan was stunned; he never imagined the world had changed so much. Lin Feng is that good at basketball?

Lin Feng chuckled and patted Jordan on the shoulder: "Losing to me isn't shameful."

Jordan gave Lin Feng a thumbs up:

"I lost. The yacht will be transferred to your name later."

However, I have one request.

"you say."

"Let's play one more game. This time, I get possession of the ball, and the bet is still 100 million."

Clearly, Jordan was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Okay, I'll play along to the end."

My terms remain the same: if you score a goal, I'll consider it a loss.

Jordan's face was serious, and his blood was boiling.

The fighting spirit of the past has returned. "No need, I'll defeat you head-on."

With the ball in his hands, Jordan was incredibly focused.

The ball dribbled between his legs twice, and Lin Feng reached out to steal it.

He tried to turn around, but found that the ball was already in Lin Feng's hands.

"That speed?"

Lin Feng grabbed the ball and shot, another alley-oop.

Lin Feng scored a goal but didn't serve; instead, he passed the ball back to Jordan.

This time, Jordan learned his lesson and used a one-handed backhand shot, trying to use his body to overpower Lin Feng.

As a result, he originally intended to overpower Lin Feng with his body.

The plan backfired; Lin Feng remained as still as a mountain.

When he tried to hook the ball into the net, Lin Feng easily jumped and swatted it away.

The result was obvious. Three minutes later, Jordan lost again, getting beaten 10-0 by Lin Feng.

Jordan simply shrugged, looking completely drained.

I was completely devastated.

"Okay, I admit defeat. You are the strongest I have ever seen, without exception."

If my opponent back then had been you

Then I could never be called the God of Basketball.

"1 million US dollars, I'll transfer it to you in a bit."

Lin Feng said with a smile:

"Forget about the $1 million, just give me this yacht."

Jordan: "How can this be?"

Lin Feng: "If that's what you're saying, then I don't want the yacht either."

"Winning against you isn't anything to be proud of." "Alright, alright, Boss Lin, you're definitely a good friend."

Although Jordan is wealthy, he lost a yacht and $1 million outright.

It hurts to spend the money.

Lin Feng only wanted the yacht and not money, which relieved him.

He could still accept losing a yacht.

The entire audience applauded and gave Lin Feng a thumbs up.

That's absolutely amazing.

Those from Wall Street and the basketball world were whispering and gossiping among themselves.

Some say Lin Feng is a hidden professional player.

Some say Lin Feng must have practiced kung fu, while others say Lin Feng isn't even human.

The women instantly surrounded Lin Feng.

"Handsome, want to try my skills?" "My electric butt is unbeatable."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "No need."

"How will you know if you don't try? I'm using all three methods, I'll guarantee you'll fly to the sky."

Lin Feng smiled, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked to Jordan's side.

Jordan was sitting on a deckchair on the deck, taking a big gulp of ice-cold beer.

His expression was a mixture of helplessness and resignation.

"Lin, tell me honestly, have you ever trained?"

Lin Feng sat down next to him, took a bottle of water, and opened it: "I guess you could say I've practiced a bit."

"What do you mean by 'consider'?" Jordan stared, wide-eyed.

"With your skill level, you could easily score 50 points per game in the NBA."

Lin Feng smiled without saying a word, looking up at the distant sea.

As the sun sets, the sea and sky merge into one, and golden light spills onto the azure sea, creating a shimmering effect.

The yacht rested quietly in the middle of the sea, the sea breeze caressing our faces, carrying a salty, warm feeling.

"The yacht is nice," Lin Feng said.

"Now it's yours."

Jordan shrugged and took another swig of beer.

"Don't beat me too badly in the card game this afternoon."

"Haha, don't worry, even if I win a yacht from you, I'll only win a little less money."

Jordan laughed heartily, raised his beer bottle and clinked it against Lin Feng's: "You're a real friend."

At the same time, the women on the yacht instantly surrounded Lin Feng.

"Hey handsome, wanna try out my skills?"

"My bouncy butt will definitely not disappoint you."

Lin Feng glanced at them; although they were all dressed sexily and had great figures, he'd had his fill of good food, and he really wasn't interested in this kind of woman.

Even foreign women have to be absolutely stunning.

"Handsome, how will you know if you don't try? I'm going all out, I'll definitely make you fly."