Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Inside Mad Dog Qiang's stronghold, a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

The floor was littered with broken glass and shattered furniture. Several henchmen huddled in a corner, barely daring to breathe. Mad Dog Qiang paced back and forth in the room like a wild beast trapped in a cage, his eyes bloodshot and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"I've been in Nancheng for so many years, and I've never suffered such a loss!" Mad Dog Qiang kicked over the coffee table in front of him. "A mere brat dares to shit on my head?"

Iron Head, Snake Eyes, and a dozen or so core subordinates stood aside, none of them daring to utter a sound.

"Three days! Not a single truckload of goods delivered in three days!" Mad Dog grabbed a chair and slammed it against the wall. "The Construction Bureau has been urging us eight hundred times! This is a project personally overseen by the director. If I can't supply the goods, how am I supposed to survive in this business?"

"Brother Qiang, calm down," Snake Eyes said cautiously. "That kid Chen Feng is indeed capable, but we've pretty much figured out his trump cards."

"Touch my ass!" Mad Dog Qiang turned around, his eyes glaring at Snake Eyes as if they were spitting fire. "Didn't you fucking say it was foolproof? Smash his place, intercept his goods, and what happened? They turned around and intercepted my goods! My losses are ten times his!"

Snake Eyes turned pale from the scolding, but dared not retaliate. Instead, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Qiang, don't panic. Chen Feng's 'divide and conquer' tactic is ruthless, but it has a fatal weakness."

"What weakness?" Mad Dog asked urgently.

"Not many people." Snake Eyes walked to the table, dipped his finger in tea, and drew a few lines on the table. "Chen Feng only has about fifty people at most, and they have to be divided up to guard the battlefield and several routes. There are at most seven or eight people on each route."

Snake Eyes' lips curled into a cruel smile: "Brother Qiang, since they like to block cars, let them block cars. Tonight, we'll still set off as usual, six cars in a group, all going out."

"Let's stage a fake delivery." Snake Eyes' eyes gleamed with a sinister light. "This time, the truck beds won't be filled with sand, they'll be filled with people! Hidden in each truck bed are five skilled knife-wielders, covered with tarpaulins. When Chen Feng's men stop the trucks, thinking they're lambs to the slaughter again..."

Snake Eyes clenched his fist and made a downward chopping gesture: "Our men suddenly attacked! Thirty against seven or eight, even if they had three heads and six arms, we could chop them into mincemeat!"

"Hiss—" Everyone present gasped.

Snake Eyes continued, "Chen Feng's men are scattered along various routes, just a few on each. As soon as our car stops, our ambushers will swarm out, catching him completely off guard! We'll wipe them out on multiple fronts in one fell swoop! Then, with all his men dealt with, what will he have to challenge us with?"

Mad Dog Qiang's eyes gradually brightened, and the ferocity on his face slowly transformed into a sinister smile.

"Great! Great plan!" Mad Dog Qiang slapped his thigh. "I love these kinds of underhanded tricks!"

"Snake Eyes, you've got guts! Get it arranged right now! Call all the toughest guys out there, bring your weapons, tonight I'm making sure Chen Feng's men don't leave alive!"

……

Meanwhile, at the Fenghua Building Materials Sand Yard office.

Chen Feng received a text message from an unknown number: "The car has no sand, it's full of people, and they're carrying knives."

Chen Feng grinned, knowing that it was Tie Tou, the chess piece, that had played a role.

"Brother Feng, whose news is this?" Monkey asked, leaning closer.

Chen Feng repeated the text message, ending with a cold laugh: "That old bastard, Mad Dog Qiang, he's actually quite clever."

"Holy crap! That was a really sneaky move!" Da Zhuang gasped. "If we hadn't known, and the brothers had stupidly rushed in, we would have suffered a huge loss!"

"Then what do we do?" Er Gou asked. "Aren't we going to intercept the goods?"

"Not going?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a playful smile. "Why not?"

The three of them were stunned.

"Brother Feng, you mean..." The monkey vaguely guessed what was going on.

"He's trying to fish, so let's play along." Chen Feng stood up, walked to the map on the wall, and traced several routes with his finger. "He thinks we'll spread our forces out, sending only a few men to each route. So we'll do the opposite—we'll only go down one route."

Chen Feng turned around, his eyes blazing. "What we wanted was to inflict a heavy blow on him! He thought we'd fall for his trap and spread out on five different routes to pick him off one by one. Instead, we concentrated all fifty-plus of our men on one route, five against one, and utterly routed him!"

The monkey's eyes lit up: "He thought he was trying to lure us in, but actually we're the ones luring him!"

"That's right." Chen Feng nodded. "And we need to ambush him beforehand, striking first as soon as his car arrives. Before the people in his car even have a chance to jump out, we'll have them trapped inside, unable to move!"

"Which road?" Er Gou asked.

Chen Feng pointed to a spot on the map: "The Wild Duck Lake Dam. The road there is narrow, with reeds on one side and a ditch on the other. Vehicles can't turn around, making it perfect for trapping them."

"Brilliant!" the monkey exclaimed, slapping his thigh. "Even with a large number of people on the vehicle, they wouldn't be able to maneuver effectively in that terrain!"

"Pass the word: everyone except those guarding the house, come with me and lie in ambush." ​​Chen Feng's voice carried an undeniable authority. "In this battle, we'll teach Mad Dog Qiang what it means to try and steal a chicken only to lose the bait!"

"Yes!"

Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, looked at the piles of construction waste outside, and suddenly asked, "Monkey, how much quicklime and chili powder is left in the warehouse?"

"Huh?" The monkey was taken aback. "There's plenty of quicklime; it's for disinfection. As for chili powder... there are several large bags in the cafeteria; Da Zhuang bought it to make spicy chicken."

"That's enough." Chen Feng sneered. "Don't they like to hide under the tarpaulin in the truck bed? It's stuffy in there, the air must be stale. Let's do a good deed and 'add some fuel' to their fire."

"Brother Feng, what are you going to do..." Monkey instantly understood, a lewd and excited smile spreading across his face, "You're going to smoke them into cured meat!"

……

An hour later, Chen Feng and more than fifty of his men had already laid an ambush in the reeds on both sides of the Wild Duck Lake dike.

The morning mist hung heavy, and the reeds swayed in the wind, rustling softly. The brothers lay prone in the reeds, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats, their eyes fixed on the distant highway.

"Brother Feng, he's here!" Monkey called out in a low voice.

Eight heavy dump trucks lined up in a long row and rumbled in. The truck beds were covered with thick green tarpaulins, completely covering the inside.

Inside the truck bed, Crazy Biao gripped a machete. He whispered to his men, "Be alert! As soon as the truck stops, if you hear a cup being smashed... no, if you hear knocking on the truck bed, rush out and start slashing!"

"I understand, Brother Biao!"

As the convoy approached a narrow intersection, suddenly, blinding headlights illuminated the road ahead.

Two bulldozers were positioned across the middle of the road, their massive buckets raised high, completely blocking the way.

"They're here!" Crazy Biao was overjoyed and gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

The convoy was forced to stop.