Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Outside the Donghai Railway Station, towering buildings and neon lights distorted into colorful shadows in the drizzle, while the throngs of people were filled with the smells of sweat and cheap perfume.

Chen Feng stood by the public phone booth at the exit of the station, carrying a nylon snakeskin bag printed with the word "urea". He was 1.85 meters tall with a broad frame. Years of farm work had made his shoulders as broad as a door. Even though he was wearing a faded camouflage uniform, the tattered fabric could not hide the wildness that came from his bones.

The call connected, and a woman's voice came from the other end, but her breathing was very heavy and rapid.

"Feed..."

"Sister Fang? I'm Chen Feng. My mother sent me to seek refuge with you." Chen Feng's voice was loud and clear, with a touch of the simple honesty of a mountain person.

"Hmm...hmm...okay, you...you wait here, I...I'll...come and get you in a bit."

The voice on the other end of the phone was intermittent, with obvious panting and occasional coquettish nasal tones.

Chen Feng paused for a moment, scratched his head, and asked, "Sister Fang, what are you doing in broad daylight?"

"Phew... It's okay... You wait by the fountain in the South Square, I'll be there in a bit!"

The phone clicked off.

Chen Feng curled his lip, muttering to himself: People in big cities are so particular, doing this in broad daylight...?

He squatted by the fountain for over an hour. During that time, a thief, noticing his unfashionable clothes, tried to steal from him. Chen Feng didn't even lift his eyelids; the instant the hand reached into his pocket, his left hand flashed out and precisely grabbed the thief's wrist.

A soft "click" sound—that's the sound of bone being compressed.

"Brother, be more shrewd." Chen Feng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, but his grip on the thief remained firm. "I only have two hundred and forty left in my pocket. Even if you steal it, it won't be enough to buy a coffin." The thief's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, tears and snot streaming down his face from the pain. He scrambled away and disappeared into the crowd.

This skill came from a blind beggar who came to the village when Chen Feng was eight years old. The old man stayed at Chen Feng's house for half a year, and before leaving, he left behind a breathing technique and three killing moves. Chen Feng practiced for twelve years, until his skin and flesh were like iron and his bones were like steel. Even the old hunters in the village said that "there was a fierce glint in his eyes."

After waiting a while longer, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from afar.

"Chen...Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng looked up, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Standing before me was a woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with wavy, curly hair and a tight-fitting black sequined halter dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Most striking were her legs, dazzlingly white, adorned with a pair of red high heels.

Lin Fang walked up to him, took off her sunglasses, and her captivating phoenix eyes sized Chen Feng up and down. Suddenly, she chuckled and teased him half-jokingly:

"Oh, so you're the son of my mom's best friend's sister's son? The one... Chen Feng who fell into a cesspool when he was little, almost drowned, and was eventually pulled out by your dad with a cesspool?"

Chen Feng's face instantly turned a deep shade of liver color. He scratched his head, so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground: "Sister Fang, that was ages ago, how could you know..."

"How come I didn't know? This story spread like wildfire throughout the surrounding villages back then... Ha... Ha..."

Then they burst into laughter again.

Chen Feng's face flushed red to his ears, and he almost died on the spot. He quickly slung the snakeskin bag over his shoulder and said, "Sister Fang, can we not talk about this?"

"Why can't we mention it? You're really lucky to have survived falling into a cesspool. You're definitely destined for good fortune." Lin Fang laughed so hard that her white breasts heaved violently with her laughter, making Chen Feng afraid to look up.

Fang walked around him, clicking her tongue in amazement: "Wow, you didn't drown in the cesspool, but you did get soaked? You're so big, and those muscles are quite intimidating."

"Hehe, 20 a day blasting rocks, that's how I got the skills," he replied in a muffled voice, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Twenty yuan?" Lin Fang raised an eyebrow, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her bag, lit it, and took a deep drag. "In Donghai, that's only enough to buy a cup of coffee."

Lin Fang led Chen Feng to hail a taxi. As soon as they got in, Chen Feng smelled a mixture of expensive perfume and faint sweat. Recalling the panting he had heard on the phone earlier, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Lin Fang's neck.

There were still some beads of sweat on her fair skin, and her neckline was quite low, so as the car swayed, a glimpse of her figure could be seen and hidden.

"In the East China Sea, don't look around carelessly, and don't say anything carelessly." Lin Fang noticed his gaze and warned him with a half-smile, "There are plenty of beautiful women here, but behind every flower may be a steel knife. A naive young man like you could lose your life with just one look, understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Chen Feng quickly turned his gaze to the window.

"How much money did your mother give you for the trip before you left?" Lin Fang asked, opening her bag.

"I brought three hundred, and spent sixty on the way."

"Give it to me." Lin Fang stretched out a fair and delicate hand.

"what?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'? There are more swindlers in Donghai than there are clods of dirt in your hometown. A simpleton like you could have all your money stolen in one night's sleep." Lin Fang reached into his pocket and swiftly snatched the remaining two hundred and forty yuan, stuffing it into her own bag. "I'll keep it for you. I'll give you five yuan a day for pocket money. Any objections?"

Chen Feng's lips twitched with heartache, but remembering his mother's instructions to "listen to Sister Fang in everything," he could only nod dejectedly, "No objection, I'll listen to Sister Fang."

"Good boy." Lin Fang patted his cheek, the warmth of her palm sending a shiver down Chen Feng's spine.

Chen Feng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Lin Fang interrupted him: "By the way, I heard you got into trouble back in your hometown?"

Chen Feng's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, his voice low and rumbling like thunder: "I beat up the village secretary's son."

"He hit someone?" Lin Fang raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why?"

"His father, relying on being the village secretary, embezzled all the poverty alleviation funds and forcibly seized land from several households in the village." Chen Feng's fist clenched unconsciously, his knuckles cracking. "Last month, his son led a group of people to drag my neighbor Er Ya to the cornfield... Er Ya is only sixteen. When I got there, that beast had already taken his pants off."

What did you do to him?

"I broke three of his ribs and kicked one of his balls out," Chen Feng said, as if stating the weather. "That bastard is lying in the county hospital now. His dad threatened to get me arrested. My mom was afraid they'd resort to dirty tricks, so she sent me out overnight to lay low."

"You've got guts, but Donghai isn't a village. You might not be able to afford the consequences of violence here."

"I understand." Chen Feng turned his head and stared intently at her.

The car finally stopped at an old-fashioned attic that Lin Fang had rented. As soon as she opened the door, a strong scent of perfume wafted out.

"This is a shared apartment with my friend. She has one room and I have one room. It's small, so you can stay in the folding bed in the living room for now." Lin Fang kicked off her high heels and unbuttoned the back of her tank top, muttering, "It's so hot. I was sweating a lot on the treadmill. I'm going to take a shower now. You stay put."

Chen Feng stared wide-eyed. As the clasp loosened, the black sequined halter top slipped down her shoulders, revealing most of her snow-white, plump shoulders and the cleavage of her chest. Her skin was as delicate as tofu soaked in honey.

He'd never seen anything like it before. He immediately put down his luggage and, parched, looked for a drink of water. Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen. Occasionally, Lin Fang would let out an unconscious hum, her tone languid and casual. Every movement she made carried the unique charm of a city woman, completely different from the dark-skinned, burly women Chen Feng had seen in the mountains.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the door was gently opened. Lin Fang emerged, wearing a light purple silk camisole nightgown. The fabric was so thin it was almost transparent, outlining the full curves of her chest. The hem barely covered her upper thighs, revealing a section of her fair and shapely calves. Her dark, curly hair was damp, draped over her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends, sliding down her neck and into the nightgown, leaving a faint water trail.

"You should go take a shower too; you're covered in sweat."

Chen Feng nodded, but his eyes never left Lin Fang's chest.

"What are you looking at, you little brat?" Lin Fang warned Chen Feng with her eyes while covering her chest.

Upon realizing he had been discovered, Chen Feng quickly ran to the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, Chen Feng hastily closed the door behind him, his heart pounding as if it would burst. He quickly stripped off his faded camouflage uniform and old underwear, revealing a muscular physique with well-defined lines, broad shoulders and a taut abdomen. He turned on the shower, and the cool water washed over him, finally calming the heat and panic in his heart.