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

Lin Feng glanced at Eileen, "A little trick, not worth mentioning."

Eileen wanted to ask more questions, but Sarah stopped her:

"Sister, don't ask anymore."

Lin's situation is beyond our comprehension.

Eileen nodded, still deeply shocked.

Her father's condition was extremely dangerous, but Lin Feng cured him in no time.

Although everyone knew that Lin Feng was very skilled in surgery, curing someone without surgery was truly miraculous and incomprehensible.

Sarah's father: "It's alright, it's alright."

Thanks to Lin.

Lin Feng: "Just get some rest."

Around 10 p.m., the night in Las Vegas was in full swing.

In the villa's bedroom, the curtains were half-drawn. Eileen and Sarah lay on either side of Lin Feng in his arms.

Golden wisps of hair clung to her temples.

The faint scent of sweat still clung to his nose.

My breathing hasn't completely calmed down yet.

Eileen said weakly, "Lin, how did you do that?"

Lin Feng: "You mean your father?"

Eileen nodded: "Yes, it's amazing. I've seen the medical records, it's incredible."

Lin Feng said, "It's impossible to explain to you."

Just remember, there's nothing in this world I can't do.

"Darling, you're amazing!" Eileen said with admiration.

Sarah, standing nearby, said:

"What? Now you know how formidable darling is? I remember you warned me about this in court back then..."

Should I show him what it means to marry someone of equal social standing?

Eileen gently nudged Sarah, saying, "You talk too much. I didn't know he was that amazing."

Sarah pouted. "Hmph."

"Alright, time for bed."

The next day, Lin Feng was having tea at the villa.

They summoned Milton Jackson, the mayor of Las Vegas.

Milton entered the room and his attitude became almost humble.

He stood in the center of the living room, slightly bent over.

His expression was tense and reserved, waiting for Lin Feng's instructions at any moment.

"Mr. Lin, what are your instructions?"

Lin Feng pressed his index finger down: "Please sit down first." "Yes, Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng sipped his spiritual tea and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"The smell of marijuana in Las Vegas gives me a headache."

"Issue an order to ban the sale of marijuana."

Milton awkwardly wiped the sweat from his brow:

"Mr. Lin, although I am the mayor, I do not have legislative power."

Las Vegas is located in Nevada.

The legalization of recreational marijuana in Nevada was enshrined in the state constitution through a statewide referendum, not by a regular city council.

A complete ban would require amending the state constitution.

Marijuana licenses are issued by the state of Nevada.

The interests involved are too great, and it also involves the Cannabis Compliance Committee.

Wouldn't those vested interests behind marijuana force me to resign? Mr. Lin, even if I submit a proposal, it still needs to be reviewed and approved by the Nevada State Legislature.

Then it will be submitted to a statewide referendum. After the vote passes,

Only then can the 2016 referendum be overturned and a statewide ban on marijuana sales be implemented.

Even though I'm the mayor, I really can't do it.

Milton talked for a long time, and the more he talked, the more wronged he felt.

Although he is the mayor of Las Vegas, which sounds glamorous, in reality, within this city...

The real power lies with those conglomerates, lobbying groups, and deeply entrenched networks of vested interests.

The cannabis industry brings in hundreds of millions of dollars in tax revenue for Nevada every year.

Behind this are issues involving employment, political donations, and lobbying groups.

Which one could a mere mayor like him possibly challenge?

Lin Feng waved his hand: "I can't be bothered with other areas in Nevada."

But the smell of marijuana in Las Vegas is disgusting. Get rid of all this stinky marijuana, it's nauseating.

Milton nodded: "Mr. Lin, at most I can propose in the city council to ban the issuance of new marijuana licenses and extend the review period."

The old license plates cannot be revoked at all.

Lin Feng said, "It's alright, just stop issuing new licenses for now."

I will handle the other licenses.

These marijuana shops may be facing some unexpected trouble recently.

You should tell the police to mind their own business.

Milton breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, Mr. Lin, I'm relieved to hear that."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Milton left respectfully.

Lin Feng called Matthew and had him come over.

Matthew arrived quickly. Upon seeing Lin Feng, he immediately jogged forward and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle. "Boss, what are your orders?"

Lin Feng: "Starting today, if you see anyone selling marijuana, smash their shop."

Do you understand?

Without a word, Matthew immediately nodded: "Yes, boss."

"Go ahead, and if you encounter anything you can't solve, call me."

"Okay, boss."

Matthew turned and left, his steps hurried, without the slightest hesitation.

To Lin Feng's surprise, Matthew didn't even wait until nightfall.

They took action in broad daylight.

All the shops on the streets of Las Vegas that have green leaf signs

They were all robbed by a group of masked black men.

Everything was free. After the frenzy, they even smashed the store to pieces.

In an instant, the entire city of Las Vegas was thrown into chaos, with alarms blaring incessantly.

Lin Feng scanned the scene with his divine sense and was somewhat satisfied with the sight.

The police station also received countless emergency calls.

The bureau chief was also in a real bind.

Because the mayor just gave an order—no matter what happens at marijuana dispensaries, don't get involved.

The bureau chief sat in his office, the phone in front of him ringing incessantly.

The operators' voices rose and fell.

He rubbed his temples, cursing countless times in his mind.

When did Las Vegas become like this?

In broad daylight, a group of masked men stormed into a marijuana dispensary, looting and vandalizing the premises, just like something out of a movie.

But the mayor had given a strict order forbidding any intervention. He had been the police chief for so many years and had never encountered anything like this before.

He was caught in the middle, torn between the mayor's orders and taxpayers' complaints.

But what could he do?

What could a lowly police chief do but obey?

Lin Feng sat on the villa's terrace, holding a teacup.

Looking at the Las Vegas Strip in the distance.

With his divine sense covering the entire city, he could see everything happening around him.

The scenes of those marijuana dispensaries being vandalized,

The masked men scattered and fled.

The image of those police officers standing by and doing nothing was vividly etched in his mind.

He took a sip of tea, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It's finally starting to look decent. However, he also knows that this is only the first step.

The root of marijuana licensing lies in the state, in the hands of those interest groups.

Lin Feng put down his teacup, took out his phone, and sent a message to Matthew:

"Smashing the store is just the beginning."

Next, find out the list of those cannabis license holders for me.

Don't miss a single one.

Matthew quickly replied, "Understood, boss."

Lin Feng put away his phone, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Eileen: "Lin, come and eat!"

Dinner was laid out on the table, consisting of steak and red wine carefully prepared by the chef.

Sarah and Eileen greeted him with smiles as he came down.

Eileen sat opposite him, looking at him, hesitant to speak. Lin Feng noticed her expression: "What's wrong?"