Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Detention center, transitional cell.

Time passed slowly, and it was time for outdoor exercise.

Because of chest pain, Chen Feng did not try to grab the meager exercise area, but instead huddled in a corner of the cell and closed his eyes to rest.

Although his eyes were closed, his ears were constantly alert to any sounds around him. This place was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and a slight misstep could get him into trouble, especially since he was injured in the chest; if a fight broke out, he would be at a disadvantage.

"Hey, four-eyed guy, come here!"

A rude voice rang out from not far away.

Chen Feng slightly opened his eyes and saw several prisoners with dragon and tiger tattoos surrounding a man huddled in a corner.

The man looked to be in his late twenties, wearing thick glasses with a broken corner of the lens, which was wrapped with tape. He was fair-skinned and had a refined appearance; his prison uniform was neatly worn, and even in this place, he exuded an air of scholarly refinement. At this moment, he was trembling, clutching his head.

"Brother Hao... I... I'm out of money... I've already given you all the money for the last meal..." the "four-eyed guy" said in a trembling voice.

"No money?" The bald, burly man in the lead grinned lewdly, stroking his chin as his eyes scanned the "four-eyed guy's" clean face and body. "No money? No problem. We've been in here for years and haven't even seen a sow. You're so fair-skinned and delicate, how about you help us relieve our pent-up desires?"

"Hahaha! Exactly! Brother Hao, this kid's butt looks pretty perky!"

The surrounding prisoners let out a nauseating burst of laughter.

"No...please..." The four-eyed man turned pale with fright and desperately tried to shrink into the corner, but the corner was only so big, and he had nowhere to retreat.

Chen Feng frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

He wasn't a saint; in a detention center, meddling often meant trouble. But he had his bottom line. This bullying of the weak, even with its perverse insults, suddenly reminded him of the scene where Liu Yu was captured by that beast Zhao Biao—it hit a nerve.

Moreover, the way he looked at the four-eyed guy, though filled with fear, seemed to hide, deep within that fear, a trace of... a wisdom born of resentment and despair?

Suddenly, the burly man called Brother Hao reached out and ripped off the bespectacled guy's pants, revealing his white buttocks. Several men then pinned the bespectacled guy against the wall.

Chen Feng finally couldn't stand it anymore. "It's so noisy! Can't you be quiet?"

The air in the cell seemed to freeze instantly.

The prisoners who were making a fuss froze and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Chen Feng was still sitting in the corner, one leg bent, one hand on his knee, his eyes languid, as if he hadn't been the one who had just spoken.

"Oh ho?" The bald, burly man called Brother Hao turned around, his fat jiggling to reveal a set of large, yellow teeth. "New here? Pretty arrogant, huh? Do you know who's in charge here?"

He released the trembling four-eyed guy, and with three or four henchmen, swaggered towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng sighed and slowly stood up.

The sharp pain in his chest made him frown slightly, but this only fueled the ferocity in his bones. He twisted his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound.

"I don't want to cause trouble." Chen Feng looked at Hao Ge calmly, "But aren't you guys going a bit too far? How thirsty are you? You even went for the men?"

"You son of a bitch! You're asking for it!"

Hao Ge roared. In all his time as the cell boss in this prison, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He suddenly raised his fist and smashed it straight at Chen Feng's face.

This punch was powerful and heavy, accompanied by a whooshing sound; clearly, no one was holding back.

Normally, Chen Feng wouldn't have taken this kind of chaotic street brawl seriously. But now, with his chest injury, his movements were inevitably limited. He dared not take it head-on and could only dodge to the side.

Perhaps the pain slowed his reaction time; he was a beat slower in turning to the side. Hao Ge's punch grazed his cheek, bringing a gust of bloody wind, and at the same time, it severely aggravated the wound on his chest.

"Ugh!" Chen Feng groaned, the sharp pain in his chest making his vision go black for a moment, and cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his prison uniform. But he didn't panic. Using the momentum of his sideways movement, his right hand suddenly shot out like a venomous snake, grabbing Hao Ge's wrist.

The moment he grabbed Chen Feng's wrist, he used the momentum to try and turn around to strike Hao Ge under the armpit. But a sharp pain shot through his chest as he exerted force, causing him to lose most of his strength. Hao Ge sensed something was wrong and tried to pull his hand back, even raising his foot to kick Chen Feng in the stomach.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed. He suppressed the pain in his chest, quickly took a half-step back to avoid the kick, and at the same time increased the force in his hand, gripping Hao Ge's wrist tightly and pulling him sharply towards himself. Hao Ge lost his balance and staggered forward.

It's now!

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the tearing pain in his chest, and slammed his shoulder hard into Hao Ge's armpit.

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack rang out, and Hao Ge's arm joint was clearly dislocated. Before he could even scream, Chen Feng had already released his wrist, and, enduring the pain, kicked him hard in the back of the knee.

"Thump!"

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, knelt heavily in front of Chen Feng like a mountain of flesh, his knees hitting the ground with a dull thud.

This is not over yet.

Chen Feng's chest pain intensified, making it difficult to breathe, but he knew that to deal with this kind of person, he had to strike decisively, otherwise, there would be endless trouble. His eyes turned cold, and he grabbed a plastic basin from the side, slamming it down on Hao Ge's bald head with all his might.

The plastic basin shattered into pieces instantly, shards flying everywhere. Hao Ge groaned, clutching his head as he collapsed to the ground, curling up in agony and writhing in pain, letting out pig-like screams.

The whole process took almost twice as long as usual, and Chen Feng endured the excruciating pain in his chest the entire time.

Chen Feng dusted off his hands and glanced at the remaining people: "Anyone else want to try?"

His eyes looked like those of a lone wolf that had just tasted blood.

The henchmen swallowed hard, exchanged glances, and with perfect understanding, helped Hao Ge up from the ground, then slunk away to another corner.

……

Silence returned to the cell, but this time, everyone's gaze toward Chen Feng had changed, from curiosity to awe.

Chen Feng ignored everyone and turned back to sit in his corner.

After a while, a timid figure crept over.

It's that four-eyed guy.

He was holding half a steamed bun in his hand—it was his breakfast for today, which he hadn't been able to bear eating.

"B-Big Brother..." The bespectacled guy pushed up his tattered glasses, his voice barely audible, "Thank...thank you for saving me. This...is for you to eat."

Chen Feng opened his eyes, looked at the shriveled steamed bun, then at the bespectacled boy's obviously malnourished face, and waved his hand: "I'm not hungry, you can keep it."

The bespectacled guy hesitated for a moment, but still sat down next to Chen Feng, seemingly feeling that this was the only safe place.

"My name is Shen Zhou," the bespectacled man said softly. "I've been here for three months."

"Chen Feng," Chen Feng replied calmly.

"Brother Chen...you're really good at fighting." Shen Zhou looked at Chen Feng with envy. "If I could fight like you, I wouldn't be bullied like this."

"What good is being able to fight?" Chen Feng laughed self-deprecatingly. "Being able to fight didn't get me in here, did it? In this world, having strong connections is worse than having strong fists, and having strong connections is worse than having a smart brain."

Upon hearing the words "smart brain," Shen Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up, but then dimmed again: "Being smart... is useless. Sometimes being too clever can make you a pawn, and in the end, you end up taking the blame."

Chen Feng keenly caught the emotion in his words and became interested: "What? Looking at your frail appearance, you don't seem like someone who would commit murder or arson. How did you get in?"

Shen Zhou gave a wry smile, leaned against the cold wall, took off his glasses and wiped them: "Illegal fundraising."