Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

However, the expected shouts and smashing of cars did not occur. All around was quiet, save for the rumble of the bulldozer idling.

"What's going on?" Feng Biao asked, puzzled, and quietly lifted a corner of the tarpaulin to look outside.

Just then, a roaring sound came from behind. Two more vehicles rushed out from the side road behind, blocking the convoy's retreat.

The eight vehicles were trapped in the middle, unable to move forward or backward.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so figures appeared, covering their mouths and noses with towels.

The monkey quickly climbed onto the roof of the vehicle, carrying a large bag. He looked at the people inside the carriage as if they were pigs waiting to be slaughtered. He chuckled and shouted, "Brothers, here's some seasoning for you!" He then poured chili powder directly into the carriage through the gaps in the roof.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Several men, carrying blowers, shoved them into the gaps in the tarpaulin of the truck bed. Others frantically poured a mixture of quicklime and extra-hot chili powder into the blower's air intake.

"Buzz—!!!"

The blower was running at full power, and the white and red dust instantly turned into high-pressure smoke, which poured into the truck bed through the gaps!

It should be noted that the truck bed was covered with a tarpaulin to hide people, which created a perfect sealed gas chamber.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough!"

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

"What is this?! It's so spicy! Help!"

Less than ten seconds later, screams like those of a pig being slaughtered echoed from inside the truck bed. The quicklime, reacting with sweat, heated up and burned the skin; the chili powder irritated the respiratory tract and eyes—the agony was worse than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty!

"Get out! Get out of here!" Crazy Biao yelled from inside, desperately trying to pull open the tarpaulin.

However, Er Gou and his men had already used ropes and heavy objects to smother the tarpaulin.

The truck bed was in complete chaos, with dozens of burly men wielding machetes coughing violently, rolling around, and even trampling and injuring each other because they couldn't see clearly.

"Cough cough cough! I'm going to die!"

The screams lasted for a full five minutes, until the person inside no longer had the strength to scream, and all that could be heard was a series of violent gasps and vomiting.

Chen Feng then waved his hand: "Alright, let's not actually kill anyone. Let's go!"

The people from Fenghua Building Materials came quickly and left quickly, leaving behind only a mess and eight trucks that had been turned into "gas chambers".

When Mad Dog Qiang arrived with reinforcements, he was met with a hellish scene: dozens of his usually fierce brothers were lying on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces, their skin red and swollen, foaming at the mouth, like dead fish just pulled out of a vat of dye.

"Chen Feng!!!"

Mad Dog roared to the sky, so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mad Dog Qiang's furious roar echoed across the empty wilderness, but it couldn't mask the bone-chilling coldness it sent through him.

lost.

Another defeat.

And the defeat was so complete and so humiliating. The meticulously planned scheme turned into a "smoking turtle in a jar".

Back at the stronghold, Mad Dog Qiang looked at his men lying on the floor, groaning, their eyes swollen like peaches, their skin festering. His hands trembled. This battle had not only cost them dozens of combatants, but more importantly, it had shattered their morale.

"Brother Qiang, there's definitely a mole." Snake Eyes' voice was hoarse. "If Chen Feng didn't know beforehand that there was someone hiding in our car, how could he have been so well-prepared? He even brought chili powder!"

"A mole..." Mad Dog's sinister gaze swept across everyone's faces.

His gaze lingered on Tie Tou for two seconds. Tie Tou was shirtless, having his underling apply ointment to his back. He had also pretended to "rescue" Tie Tou earlier, getting himself covered in lime.

Mad Dog forcibly withdrew his gaze; now was not the time to catch the mole. If they continued, morale would completely collapse.

"Enough!" Mad Dog forcefully swept all the tea sets off the table, the crisp "smash" silencing everyone.

"That bastard Chen Feng, he's asking for it. Since we can't outmaneuver him with underhanded tactics, let's not even try!" Mad Dog Qiang's face twisted into a ferocious, resolute expression, like a gambler blinded by losses preparing to go all in. "I've been in Nancheng for over a decade, relying not on schemes and tricks, but on my fists! My knife!"

He took out his phone and dialed a number. He rarely dared to call this number, because it was his last resort, and the real reason he had remained standing in Nancheng.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Feed." A lazy yet authoritative voice came from the other end, tinged with impatience. "What is it so late?"

"Director Liu, it's me, Xiao Qiang. It's still about the battlefield." Mad Dog Qiang's voice instantly became extremely humble, and even through the phone, his back unconsciously bent down.

"Didn't I tell you? You can handle it yourself."

"Director Liu, we've run into some trouble. That kid's got some skills; if we drag this out any longer, the losses will be too great..." Mad Dog said through gritted teeth, "Director Liu, could you please step in?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long silence, a cold snort came from the other end of the phone: "What a piece of trash... What do you want to do?"

"Tonight, I'll take everyone to smash his sand quarry. I'm going to fight him head-on and cripple him completely!" Mad Dog Qiang's eyes flashed with ferocity. "But I'm afraid he'll call the police, or have some other tricks up his sleeve. I'd like to ask you..."

"I'll have Deputy Captain Zhang lead a group to 'patrol' that area," Liu Dapao said, his voice devoid of emotion. "But remember, make it a big show, but come up with a good reason. Don't make things difficult for me."

"Understood! Don't worry, Director Liu!" Mad Dog Qiang's hands were trembling with excitement. "I told him I was there to discuss business, and it was Chen Feng who started it! This was self-defense, plus it was a group fight!"

"Deputy Captain Zhang will arrive in an hour."

The phone hangs up.

Mad Dog Qiang took a deep breath, a cruel smile spreading across his face. With this "protective umbrella," even if Chen Feng had three heads and six arms, he would still die tonight!

"Everyone! If you can still move, stand up!" Mad Dog Qiang pulled a machete from his waist and slammed it down on the table. "Grab your weapons! Tonight, we're not doing this for anything else, just for this pride! Kill Chen Feng, and everyone gets ten thousand! The injured get twenty thousand!"

A generous reward always brings forth brave men. The previously listless underlings, upon hearing about money, had their eyes gleam with a greedy, murderous light.

……

Midnight, Fenghua Building Materials Sand Yard.

Chen Feng didn't sleep. Although he had won the battle, his unease was growing stronger.

"Brother Feng, Mad Dog Qiang is here!"

Da Zhuang, who was on duty, suddenly shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

Chen Feng rushed out of the office, stood on the second floor and looked down, his pupils instantly contracting.

The highway outside the sand pit was densely packed with car headlights, illuminating the night like day. There were at least twenty or thirty vehicles, along with two huge bulldozers, rumbling at the front.

A large group of people jumped off the bus, numbering at least a hundred, carrying steel pipes and machetes, exuding a murderous aura.