Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Remember, we're not going there to fight, we're going to intercept their goods. Don't linger!" Chen Feng's eyes were sharp. "What Mad Dog Qiang owes us, we'll start today, and we'll get it back, bit by bit!"

"Get it back!"

"Okay," Chen Feng said, pressing his hands down to quiet everyone down.

"Brothers, these next two days will be tough. Once you're done, go relax."

"Monkey, distribute this to the brothers."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monkey took out a black backpack that he had prepared in advance, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Chen Feng stepped forward, unzipped his backpack, and saw stacks of crisp new banknotes neatly arranged inside, exuding an enticing aroma. The scene fell silent for a moment, broken only by a few suppressed swallowing sounds.

"This is a reward for the brothers' hard work," Chen Feng's voice boomed, piercing the silence. "Three thousand each, distributed now, one for each person!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd!

"Three thousand? Brother Feng, that's too much!" someone couldn't help but exclaim. You have to understand, in Donghai City at that time, the average worker's monthly salary was only a little over a thousand. To receive three thousand in hard work fees before even starting the job was simply a windfall.

Ma San's men were even more shocked. They had been following Zhao Biao before, and they were lucky to even get paid on time, let alone get paid in advance. Now, they looked at Chen Feng with genuine respect.

"Brother Feng is righteous!" Someone shouted first, and then the shouts of "Brother Feng is righteous!" echoed throughout the battlefield, instantly pushing morale to its peak.

Chen Feng raised his hand to quiet everyone down, and said in a deep voice, "The money is for the brothers' security. If you follow me, Chen Feng, I won't let you shed blood or suffer for nothing. This three thousand yuan is to reassure you that you can take care of your families; it's also to let you know that as long as you work hard with me, there will be plenty of opportunities like this in the future!"

Chen Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had only recently taken over the arcade, and had only been receiving dividends from the casino for two months. He had barely started to accumulate some money when, with each of his fifty-odd men receiving 3,000 yuan, over 100,000 yuan was gone in an instant. But he knew that he would earn back this money tenfold, a hundredfold, after dealing with Mad Dog Qiang!

The roar of more than fifty people was deafening, echoing across the battlefield.

Looking at his brothers, Chen Feng felt a surge of pride.

Mad Dog Qiang, didn't you want to play with me?

Let's have some fun!

Let's see if your family is richer, or if my life is tougher!

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The next three days turned the building materials transportation line in the southern district into a nightmare.

Mad Dog Qiang originally thought that as long as he destroyed a few of Chen Feng's strongholds, the kid would obediently admit defeat or pack his bags and leave, just like his previous opponents whom he had trampled underfoot. But he never dreamed that Chen Feng would not only not back down, but would instead stick to his main artery like a highly poisonous plaster.

Early morning of the first day, the only way to the Chengnan New District is the Wild Duck Lake Dam.

The road here is narrow, with reeds on one side and a drainage ditch that smells fishy on the other.

Mad Dog Qiang's convoy, consisting of eight heavy trucks fully loaded with fine sand, rumbled past.

Suddenly, the driver of the lead car felt the steering wheel suddenly sink, followed by a loud "bang," and the entire front of the car veered out of control to the left, almost plunging headfirst into the reeds.

"Hiss—hiss—"

The following cars also let out a series of mournful screechs as their steel wheels slammed heavily onto the concrete road, sending sparks flying.

"Damn it! There's a nail!" The lead driver opened the car door and was about to curse when a dozen dark figures suddenly darted out from the darkness.

The leader was Ma San. He grinned maliciously as he slammed the steel pipe in his hand into the driver's knee without any hesitation.

"Kneel down! All of you, kneel down for me!"

More than a dozen drivers were dragged out of their cabs and made to kneel in a row by the roadside, trembling with fear.

"Who are you? Don't you know this is Brother Qiang's convoy?" a driver said defiantly.

Ma San slapped the lead driver's face with his military knife, "Go to hell with Brother Qiang? We intercepted Mad Dog Qiang's stuff!"

He pointed to the stinking ditch by the roadside, full of silt and garbage, and said in a sinister tone, "Brother Qiang, the sand here is of good quality, but the road is too slippery. I think this ditch is quite deep, so I'll fill it in."

He turned to his underlings and waved, "Get in the truck! Raise the dump truck! Pour all the sand into the ditch!"

"Alright!"

Several brothers who knew how to drive jumped into the driver's seat, skillfully attached the power take-off, and pulled the lifting lever.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

With the roar of hydraulic jacks, eight massive truck beds slowly rose. Dozens of tons of high-quality washed sand, fully loaded, cascaded down the rear of the trucks like a yellow waterfall.

"Splash—"

The sand didn't spill onto the road; instead, it slid precisely into the stinking ditch. The once clear, fine sand was instantly swallowed by black silt and sewage, mixed with rotten vegetable leaves and plastic bags, turning into a pile of foul-smelling mud.

The drivers kneeling on the ground felt their hearts bleed. This truckload of sand cost several hundred yuan, and it was just used to feed a stinking ditch! And if it had been dumped on the road, it could have been shoveled back up, but dumped into a ditch like this, even a god couldn't retrieve it!

"Wait, it's not over yet."

Ma San jumped out of the car, took out a sharp triangular file from his pocket, and walked to the huge rubber tire.

"This tire is too inflated; it's prone to bursting. Let me let some air out for you."

Instead of removing the valve stem, he used a file to dig deep into the tire sidewall—the weakest and most irreparable part of the tire.

"puff--!!!"

High-pressure gas gushed out, emitting a piercing shriek. Ma San moved swiftly, circling the car and puncturing all the remaining good tires.

Not only that, he also ordered his men to unload the spare tire and roll it into the ditch.

A few minutes later, when Ma San and his men drove off, only eight broken-down scrap metal vehicles remained at the scene. The tires were flat on the ground like mud, the rims were grinding against the earth, and the truck beds were raised high but couldn't be lowered (because the fuel lines had been cut). The ditch of sand, worth several thousand yuan, had been completely reduced to waste material for filling the ditch.

At the same time, in the South District Development Zone.

Dazhuang and his brothers were "collecting fees" on another delivery route.

"Damn it! Are all the tires punctured yet?" Dazhuang shouted at the top of his lungs.

"It's all punctured! All four tires are flat!"

"What are you waiting for? Unload the cargo!"

"Boom—"

Another truckload of sand was dumped into the roadside ditch, and the splashed mud covered the driver's face.

At the highway exit in Nancheng Development Zone, Er Gou personally took to the field, using an awl to stab the tires repeatedly. The "plop plop" sound made him feel quite satisfied.

"Awesome! That's fucking awesome!"

Five groups of people launched a simultaneous attack, using identical methods: interception, unloading the goods into ditches, and discarding tires. They turned Mad Dog Qiang's delivery network upside down.

By the end of the day, Mad Dog Qiang had lost more than 30 truckloads of goods, with over 100 tons of sand and gravel dumped into the stinking ditch.

The next day, the losses were even greater, affecting more than forty vehicles. The drivers were terrified; some were too scared to even leave the house, while others turned around and fled halfway through their journeys.

On the third day, Mad Dog Qiang's convoy was completely paralyzed.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Inside Mad Dog Qiang's stronghold, the sound of smashing things echoed incessantly. Tables, chairs, teacups... anything that could be broken was smashed to pieces.

"Chen Feng, you bastard!" Mad Dog Qiang's eyes turned red, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"Brother Qiang, the most important thing right now isn't Chen Feng, it's our client." Snake Eyes stood to the side, his face grim.

"What's wrong with the customer?"

"We haven't delivered ten truckloads of goods in three days. Several construction site bosses have called and yelled at us, saying they'd switch suppliers if we didn't deliver soon. And... the Construction Bureau called too, saying there's a key project in the city, and the director is personally overseeing it, demanding that we guarantee the supply."

Mad Dog Qiang's face instantly turned ashen.

The Construction Bureau! That's his cash cow!

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