Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

After hanging up the phone, Monkey calmed down. Sister Hong was right; with Brother Feng gone, he had to step in.

He looked around; the sandpit was a mess. The smashed iron gate lay crookedly on the ground, the windows of several dump trucks were shattered, and broken steel pipes and congealed bloodstains were scattered everywhere.

The brothers gathered in twos and threes. Some were bandaging their wounds, some were sitting on the ground in a daze, and there were a few new underlings with panicked eyes, as if they were ready to run away at any moment.

Wang Defa, meanwhile, was squatting next to a smashed dump truck, wiping the bloodstains on the truck door with a handkerchief while muttering to himself.

The monkey suddenly realized the pressure of being a decision-maker and a leader, and secretly admired Chen Feng's courage.

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2:00 AM, Nancheng District Public Security Bureau Detention Center.

The interrogation room was brightly lit, with glaring incandescent bulbs illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.

When Chen Feng was brought in, he was still wearing cold handcuffs. Two policemen pressed him down into an iron chair, the handcuffs fastened to the iron rings on the armrests, rendering him unable to move.

The interrogation room was small, with four white walls and nothing but an iron table and a few chairs. The red light on the camera in the corner was flashing; it was unclear whether it was recording.

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

From the moment he was arrested until now, he has remained remarkably calm. It's not that he's not afraid, but rather that fear is futile. Since he's already in, he'll find a way out.

He began to mentally replay everything that had happened that night.

Mad Dog Qiang led over a hundred men to cause trouble, which was premeditated. The police arrived so quickly and conveniently, clearly having been lying in wait. More importantly, Zhang Qiang never questioned Mad Dog Qiang once; instead, he simply arrested him.

All of this points to one person—Liu Dapao.

Chen Feng sneered. He had long known that Mad Dog Qiang had someone backing him up, but he hadn't expected Liu Dapao to personally intervene. It seemed that this time, Liu had truly pushed him to the limit.

However, Chen Feng did not regret it.

From the day he decided to enter this profession, he knew this day would come. It was either fight his way through or die along the way. Having chosen this path, there was no turning back.

"boom!"

The interrogation room door was pushed open, and Zhang Qiang walked in.

Holding a file folder in his hand, with the arrogance of a victor on his face, he walked over and sat down opposite Chen Feng.

Zhang Qiang flipped through the files in the folder, his tone dismissive, "Chen Feng, you've only been in Donghai for less than a year, and you already dared to engage in gang fights and assault people with weapons. Young man, you've got some nerve."

Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked at him calmly: "Captain Zhang, I was the one who got beaten up. Why don't you arrest Mad Dog Qiang, who brought people to smash up my place, but instead arrest me? That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Doesn't make sense?" Zhang Qiang sneered. "There are so many witnesses at the scene, all saying you started it. Your men, each armed with a weapon, beat someone until their head was bleeding. That's irrefutable evidence!"

Chen Feng looked at Zhang Qiang's face and sneered inwardly. He knew it was useless to reason with this kind of person; the other party was there to convict him, not to conduct a trial.

"Captain Zhang, just get to the point." Chen Feng was too lazy to beat around the bush. "Director Liu sent you here, what exactly does he want?"

Zhang Qiang's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure: "What Director Liu? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Fine, you don't know." Chen Feng nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Stop grinning at me like that!" Zhang Qiang slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and walked over to Chen Feng, looking down at him. Under the bright lights, Zhang Qiang's hooked-nosed face looked particularly sinister. "Chen Feng, do you think this is still your battlefield? This is the police station! Here, if you're a dragon, you'd better coil up; if you're a tiger, you'd better lie low!"

He turned off the surveillance camera in the interrogation room, a sinister smile appearing on his lips. He picked up a thick phone book and then pulled a rubber mallet from a drawer.

"A gang fight resulting in serious injury. Crazy Biao is still in the hospital with a fractured skull. That charge is enough to keep you in jail for years." Zhang Qiang placed the phone book under Chen Feng's chest, raised a rubber mallet and gestured, "However, if you know what's good for you, sign this, and I might consider letting you suffer less."

He tossed me a contract.

Chen Feng squinted and saw that it was a "Sandfield Transfer Agreement". The transferee's name was clearly written as Mad Dog Qiang, and the price column was blank.

"Ha." Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Captain Zhang, how much did Mad Dog Qiang pay you? Is it worth you risking your life for him? This is too disgusting. Not only do you want to arrest people, but you also want to steal his territory? Are you in such a hurry to become his dog?"

"You're asking for it!"

Enraged by being hit where it hurt, Zhang Qiang swung his hammer to smash the chest. This "padded book to smash the chest" technique is a common trick used by seasoned criminals, causing internal injuries and vomiting blood, but leaving no visible marks on the body.

"Thump—!"

"Thump—!"

"Thump—!"

Three muffled thuds, each heavier than the last, struck Chen Feng's chest like drumbeats. The pages of the phone book were shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere.

With the first blow, Chen Feng's body arched sharply, his blood surging.

The second time, his face turned deathly pale, and a strong, metallic taste rose in his throat.

The third blow, the force of the rubber mallet pierced through the paper and crushed hard onto the sternum, causing the internal organs to churn violently, as if being stuffed into a high-speed meat grinder and pulverized into a lump of mud.

"puff--"

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, slid down his jawline, and dripped onto the ground.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and beads of cold sweat streaming down his face, yet he remained completely silent. His eyes shone with a frightening intensity, like the sharp edge of a quenched blade, fixed on Zhang Qiang without a trace of pleading, only boundless hatred and untamed ferocity.

"What? Still being stubborn?" Zhang Qiang, panting heavily, looked at Chen Feng's miserable state with a cruel smile. "A few more blows, and I guarantee you won't even be able to stand up!"

Chen Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at him, his eyes calm as still water, yet carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down Zhang Qiang's spine.

"Captain Zhang, you've been in this business for so many years, you should know one thing," Chen Feng said slowly, "Some people you can bully. Some people you'd better not touch. I, Chen Feng, am in here today, but I might not be able to leave tomorrow. But if you go too far, things might get complicated."

Zhang Qiang felt a little guilty because of his calm tone.

Why isn't this kid scared at all?

Logically speaking, a young man in his twenties, once arrested and taken to a detention center, should be terrified. But Chen Feng remained calm and composed from beginning to end, as if he were a guest rather than the person who had entered the room.

Does he really have some powerful backer?

Thinking this, Zhang Qiang dropped his arrogant attitude and sneered, "Stop pretending. You can't escape charges of affray and assault with a weapon. You'd better stay inside and wait to go to jail!"

After saying that, he picked up the file folder, turned around, and walked out of the interrogation room.

The door slammed shut, leaving Chen Feng alone in the interrogation room.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, but his mind was racing.

The most important thing now is whether the people outside can find a way to get him out.

Hongjie should already be trying to figure something out, right?