Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Fengzi..." Jiang Hong's voice turned sweet and soft, like poison mixed with honey, "Now that we've finished discussing business, shouldn't we talk about...personal matters?"

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, and half of his previous domineering aura instantly dissipated. He subconsciously shifted his position at the other end of the sofa: "Sister Hong... is there anything else private? Hasn't everything been arranged?"

"Everything's arranged. What about you?"

Jiang Hong, like a beautiful snake, slowly crept over. She stretched out her long, slender, white finger and gently touched the tip of Chen Feng's nose, her eyes full of mockery: "Last time you were here with me, you were really 'hot-tempered'. You left blood all over the sofa, and I had the housekeeper clean it up for ages the next day."

Chen Feng's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

This is really bringing up a sore subject!

That night, he had a nosebleed and fled in panic because of his inappropriate thoughts. It was the biggest black mark on Chen Feng's life, without exception.

"Sister Hong, that...that was an accident! The weather was too dry that day, and I got a sore throat!" Chen Feng forced an explanation, but he dared not look at Jiang Hong's extremely charming face.

"Really? Feeling hot-tempered?" Jiang Hong's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids. "So... has your heat subsided today? I still want to see you with a nosebleed!"

Chen Feng felt incredibly frustrated. What kind of fetish was it to want to see him get a nosebleed? Was it to prove he was charming?

As she spoke, her fingers slowly slid down Chen Feng's nose, past his Adam's apple, and across his chest...

"boom--"

Chen Feng felt as if a firework had exploded in his mind.

Although reason told him: Chen Feng! You must calm down! You must be composed! You are destined for great things! You cannot be seduced by beauty! At the very least, you cannot have a nosebleed!

But his physical instincts betrayed him.

Jiang Hong clearly sensed something was amiss. Her eyes darted around, and she feigned surprise, covering her mouth: "Oh, so hasty? Hahaha—"

Her eyes were alluring, and her body went limp as she leaned into Chen Feng's arms: "Are we... going to run away again tonight?"

Looking at the beautiful face so close to his chest, Chen Feng felt a crawling sensation in his body, as if a nosebleed was about to start flowing at any moment.

No!

If Chen Feng gets a nosebleed twice in a row in the same place because of the same woman, then he might as well give up his career and just change his name to "Bloody Dragon King"!

"Um... Sister Hong!"

Chen Feng suddenly sprang up from the sofa, his movements as nimble as a startled rabbit, and pulled his pants up with both hands.

"I...I suddenly remembered! I need to keep an eye on the monkeys! I have to go and direct them on-site! Yes! Direct them on-site!"

He spoke incoherently, then, without even bothering to put on his coat, grabbed it and rushed towards the door.

"Bang!"

The villa's gate was slammed shut.

Like a petty thief who had just stolen something, Chen Feng rushed to his beat-up bread cart like a gust of wind, opened the door, jumped in, and frantically started the car.

It wasn't until the car had driven a few hundred meters and the night wind blew that Chen Feng felt the burning heat on his face subside slightly. He touched his nose; thankfully, it hadn't bled this time, saving his last bit of face.

"You spineless bastard! You act like this every time you see a woman! Can't you have a little more self-respect?"

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the villa, Jiang Hong held a glass of red wine, watching the van flee in panic, laughing so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

"This silly boy... is so cute."

She took a sip of wine, her gaze gradually softening and hardening.

Taking a few deep breaths, Chen Feng forcefully banished the erotic images from his mind. Now was not the time to think about women; business was more important.

He took out his phone and dialed the monkey's number.

"Where's the monkey?" Chen Feng's voice returned to its cold tone.

"Brother Feng! I'm heading to the West District with Dazhuang and a few other guys!" The sound of wind and car engines filled the phone; Monkey was clearly speeding. "My informant just reported that that pretty boy named Ahao is in the tenement buildings behind the old textile factory in the West District! The exact location is Building 3, Room 204!"

"Alright!" Chen Feng's eyes sharpened, and he slammed on the gas pedal. The rickety van roared under its own weight as it sped through the night. "Hurry up, I'm on my way! Remember, capture him alive! That kid has our trump card!"

"Don't worry, Feng! Even if he crawls into a crack in the ground, I'll dig him out!"

……

Twenty minutes later, in the old textile factory dormitory area of ​​Xicheng District.

This area is slated for demolition. Most of the streetlights are broken, making it pitch black. There is garbage and ruins everywhere, and the air is filled with a musty smell and the stench of sewers.

The three cars stopped almost simultaneously at the entrance of a dark alley.

Chen Feng jumped out of the car, where Monkey and Da Zhuang were already waiting with seven or eight capable brothers.

"Brother Feng, it's that building over there." Monkey pointed to a dark red brick building not far away. "The light in that second-floor window was on, but it suddenly went out just now."

Chen Feng frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"Something's not right," he said in a low voice. "The lights went out too conveniently. Enough talk, let's go!"

Like cats in the night, the group stealthily made their way up to the second floor.

The door to room 204 was tightly closed.

Chen Feng pressed his ear against the door and listened; it was deathly silent inside. He gave Da Zhuang a wink.

Da Zhuang understood immediately, took half a step back, and suddenly raised his foot—

"Bang!"

The rotten wooden door couldn't withstand the kick and was kicked open, crashing into the wall with a loud bang.

"Don't move! No one is allowed to move!"

The monkey led the people inside immediately, and the beam of the flashlight instantly illuminated the small room.

However, everyone was stunned.

The rented room, less than 20 square meters, was completely empty.

There was only an overturned table, a mess of fast food containers, and a few pieces of men's clothing scattered on the floor.

"Brother Feng, nobody's here!" Monkey shouted.

Chen Feng strode into the room, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a hawk's.

The room was a mess, clearly showing signs of a violent struggle. The sheets were torn to the floor, a chair leg was broken, and there were several fresh scratches on the wall.

He walked to the table and reached out to touch the ashtray that was still emitting wisps of smoke.

There was a cigarette butt there, half-smoked, the ash still slightly warm.

"Damn it!" Chen Feng slammed his fist on the table, his face horribly grim. "We're too late! Someone beat us to it!"

"Who is it?" Dazhuang clenched his fists. "Could it be one of Mad Dog Qiang's men?"

"Doesn't look like it." Chen Feng picked up the cigarette butt, smelled it under his nose, and realized it was a cheap "Hongmei" brand, something that people in the underworld rarely smoke. He then walked to the window, opened it, and looked down. There were several clear footprints on the windowsill.

"Brother Feng, look at these footprints." Da Zhuang squatted by the window, pointing to several clear shoe prints on the windowsill. "These are standard-issue leather shoes, and the pattern on the soles looks like they belong to the public security system..."

A thought suddenly flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

This pretty boy has Liu Dapao's blacklist in his hands. Besides Mad Dog Qiang, there's one other person who most wants to make him disappear—

Liu Dapao himself!

Chen Feng gazed at the boundless night outside the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful.