Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

In the following days, Fenghua Building Materials' business was exceptionally good.

The good news spread like wildfire among construction site owners in Dongcheng District.

"Have you heard? Chen Feng's battlefield prices are 10% cheaper than Mad Dog's!"

"It's not just cheap! The quality is great too! The sand I bought last time had a mud content of only 1.8%, even lower than the contract requirements!"

"The key is that they don't bully people! That bastard Mad Dog Qiang always raises prices and demands 'protection money.' Chen Feng's side is fair and honest, with clearly marked prices!"

In just a few days, Fenghua Building Materials received five or six new orders. In addition to its old customers, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Zhou, three more construction site owners took the initiative to come to the company and asked to sign supply contracts.

That evening, Chen Feng was drinking tea in his office at the battlefield when Monkey excitedly ran in.

"Brother Feng! Great news! The Huafu Garden project in the east of the city just called and said they want to sign a long-term supply agreement with us! It's a huge project; they need thousands of cubic meters of sand alone!"

Chen Feng put down his pen, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Not bad."

"And there's more!" Monkey said, getting more and more excited. "The Sunshine Community project in Nancheng has also softened its stance, saying that as long as we guarantee the quality and delivery time, they'll switch suppliers! Brother Feng, at this rate, we're going to take a huge bite out of Mad Dog Qiang's business!"

Chen Feng nodded, but he wasn't as optimistic as the monkey.

He knew better than anyone that tall trees catch the wind.

The better the business, the greater Mad Dog Qiang's losses. Given Mad Dog Qiang's vengeful nature, he will definitely not stand idly by.

"Tell the brothers to be on high alert," Chen Feng said in a deep voice. "Mad Dog Qiang won't give up so easily."

~

At this moment, in the South City Teahouse.

Mad Dog Qiang, carrying a black briefcase, led by two henchmen, walked through a winding corridor and arrived at the door of an antique-style teahouse.

Today is the day to "offer sacrifices" to Ninth Master every month.

He took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and pushed open the door to enter.

The tea room was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. An elderly man with half-white hair and beard sat at the tea table, slowly arranging a set of purple clay teaware.

The old man looked kind and gentle, like a pampered retired cadre. He was none other than Ninth Master, the underground emperor of the South District.

"Ninth Master." Mad Dog Qiang bowed respectfully and placed the briefcase on the side of the tea table with both hands.

Ninth Master didn't even look up, continuing to fiddle with the tea set, and said unhurriedly, "Sit."

Mad Dog Qiang didn't dare sit in the main seat, so he chose a seat on the side, with only half of his butt touching the chair.

Ninth Master poured two cups of tea and pushed one of them in front of Mad Dog Qiang.

"How's business lately?" Ninth Master's voice was calm, as if he were chatting about everyday matters.

Mad Dog Qiang's heart skipped a beat, but he kept a straight face and said with a forced smile, "Thanks to Ninth Master, things are going alright. This month's tribute is in full."

Ninth Master picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam on the surface of the tea, took a sip, and then raised his cloudy yet deep eyes, looking at Mad Dog Qiang with a half-smile.

"Passable?" Ninth Master put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice. "I heard that Chen Feng opened a sand pit and stole a lot of your business. What, you didn't tell me about this?"

Mad Dog Qiang's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew it; Ninth Master knew everything.

"Ninth Master, you're very perceptive," Mad Dog explained, forcing a smile. "He's just a reckless, arrogant fool, always jumping around. I've already sent men to deal with him a few times, but that kid's tough; we haven't killed him yet. Don't worry, it's only a matter of time."

"Sooner or later?" Ninth Master smiled, a smile that looked kind but sent a chill down Mad Dog's spine. "You've been running rampant in the South City for so many years, your behavior has been too ugly, and I've always turned a blind eye. But if you can't even handle a mere brat, you'll become a laughingstock..."

The phrase "Even a young punk can't handle it" was like a knife, piercing straight into Mad Dog Qiang's heart.

He knelt down with a "plop," beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Ninth Master, give me some time! A month! No, half a month! I promise I'll kill that brat and take back the place!"

Ninth Master didn't speak, but simply picked up his teacup and took another sip.

Silence is more suffocating than any rebuke.

After a long while, Ninth Master waved his hand dismissively: "Alright, get up. But remember, in the underworld, you rely on your brains and your composure. If you can't even keep a junior in check, how will you gain respect in the future?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Ninth Master is right!" Mad Dog Qiang was as if he had been granted a pardon, and he got up, nodding and bowing.

When he left the club, Mad Dog Qiang's shirt was soaked with sweat.

He got into the car, slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and his eyes were filled with a sinister murderous intent.

"Chen Feng! I'll fight you to the death!"

……

That night, at Mad Dog Qiang's stronghold.

Snake Eyes, Iron Head, and a dozen or so core subordinates were all summoned together.

Mad Dog sat in the main seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water. He swallowed the humiliation he had suffered at Ninth Master's place that day, but he needed to find an outlet to vent his pent-up anger.

"Snake Eyes, have you found out anything about Chen Feng's background?"

Snake Eyes pulled a document from his pocket and spread it on the table: "I've found out. This kid hasn't been in Donghai for long, but he's developed very quickly. Besides the lavish security and the current battlefield, there's also an arcade, and he has connections in the casino."

"A casino?" Mad Dog's eyes lit up. "This little brat has quite the appetite."

"That's right," Snake Eyes sneered. "And I've heard his casino business is quite good, with a substantial daily turnover."

Mad Dog stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his mind racing.

"Good, very good." He stopped, a crazed glint in his eyes. "This kid has a lot of venues, looks glamorous, but he definitely doesn't have enough manpower. Let's go all out and overwhelm him!"

He looked at Snake Eyes: "Have people cause trouble for his arcade and casino starting tomorrow."

He then looked at Tie Tou: "You take some men and keep an eye on his sand quarry. His dump trucks deliver goods every day. Find an opportunity to ambush them on the road, smash their trucks, unload their cargo, and make sure he can't deliver a single load of sand!"

"Magnificent and resplendent..." Mad Dog Qiang muttered to himself, pondering the pros and cons in his mind.

"Don't touch the magnificent building yet. That vixen Jiang Hong has a special relationship with Ninth Master."

"Brother Qiang is brilliant!" everyone responded in unison.

Mad Dog waved his hand, signaling everyone to go outside first.

When he was alone in the room, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Director Liu, it's me." Mad Dog Qiang's tone became respectful. "There's something I'd like to report to you..."

A stern voice came from the other end of the phone: "What is it?"

"About the sand pit, there's been business there lately," Mad Dog said in a low voice. "I'm preparing to take drastic measures, which might cause quite a stir. I'd like to ask Director Liu for your help in keeping an eye on things, in case anything happens..."

"Handle your own business," the voice on the other end of the phone said coldly. "Don't drag me into this."

"Yes, yes, I understand," Mad Dog Qiang quickly replied. "As long as Director Liu doesn't interfere, I can handle him myself."

"Hmph." A cold snort came from the other end of the phone. "Hurry up and deal with it, don't cause me any trouble."

"beep--"

The phone hangs up.

Mad Dog gripped his phone tightly, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

Although Liu Dapao said he wouldn't interfere, what he meant was—tacit approval.

With that in mind, he could finally act freely.

Chen Feng, your death is near!