Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Detention center, transitional cell.

Chen Feng had no idea that the outside world had been turned upside down because of him.

In the corner, he sat cross-legged, listening intently. Shen Zhou squatted beside him, holding a small twig, drawing dazzling lines and numbers on the dusty cement floor.

"Brother Chen, look." Shen Zhou pushed up his worn-out glasses and pointed to the diagram on the ground. "For example, if we had a million, ordinary people would just deposit it in the bank and earn a few thousand dollars in interest a year. Those who know a little more would buy a house or start a business, and they'd be lucky to earn 20% or 30% a year."

"Yeah, that's how I sell sand now." Chen Feng nodded. "It's exhausting, I have to fight for territory, and I have to maintain relationships. I only earn a meager living."

"But in the financial markets, that's too slow." Shen Zhou's eyes lit up with fervor. "We can use leverage. As long as we accurately predict the trend, for example, if soybean futures are going to rise, we can use one million as margin, plus ten times leverage, to control ten million worth of goods! If soybeans rise by 10%, our one million becomes two million! Doubled! If it rises by 20%, it's tripled!"

"Holy crap?" Chen Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. "You mean, get something for nothing?"

"No, no, no, this is a legal financial instrument called 'high-risk, high-reward'," Shen Zhou corrected. "Of course, there are risks involved; if the price drops, you can lose a lot. But with enough information and my algorithmic model to control the risk, it's like a money-printing machine!"

He drew a circle: "There are even more sophisticated ways to play, such as acquiring a nearly bankrupt state-owned enterprise shell, injecting our high-quality assets, and then packaging it for an IPO. At that time, our original shares would easily increase in value dozens or even hundreds of times! Then, we wouldn't be making money, we'd be making numbers! Tens of millions, hundreds of millions—they'd all be just numbers!"

Chen Feng was thrilled. Although he only vaguely understood terms like "futures," "leverage," and "backdoor listing," he grasped the core logic—this stuff was incredibly profitable, and it was fucking legal!

Just as Chen Feng was listening with great interest, the iron gate was suddenly flung open with a bang.

"Chen Feng! Pack your things! Come out here!"

The prison guard's voice echoed in the cell, tinged with impatience, but more so with an eagerness to get rid of this plague as soon as possible.

Chen Feng wasn't too surprised or delighted when he heard the news, because he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so quick.

He turned around and looked at Shen Zhou, who was still squatting on the ground.

Shen Zhou stared wide-eyed at Chen Feng, his lips trembling, wanting to say something but not daring to.

Chen Feng smiled, walked over, and reached out to straighten Shen Zhou's worn-out collar.

"I'm leaving." Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud; only the two of them could hear it.

"Chen... Brother Chen..." Shen Zhou's eyes instantly reddened, the panic of a drowning person about to lose their lifeline. "You're gone, I..."

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you out of this." Chen Feng patted Shen Zhou on the shoulder, then looked at Hao Ge and the others with a cold gaze. "If you dare to bully him again, I'll kick your asses."

Hao and the others immediately lowered their heads, saying, "We won't do it again, we won't do it again!"

Chen Feng said no more, turned around and strode toward the iron gate.

"Why isn't it out yet?" Liu Yu stamped her feet anxiously. "We've been waiting for half an hour!"

Lin Fang was more composed than Liu Yu, but she was holding a handful of locust leaves in her hand, saying that the people who came out of there carried bad luck and that she needed to use the locust leaves to whip them to cleanse them of the filth.

"Sister Fang, you've crushed these leaves into dust. How are we going to use them later?" Da Zhuang said, trying not to laugh.

"Mind your own business!" Lin Fang glared at him.

"Coming! Coming! The door's open!"

Suddenly, the monkey shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to the slowly opening iron gate.

"Clang—"

The heavy iron gate was wide open, and a figure walked out against the light.

Chen Feng was wearing the same clothes he'd worn when he went in; though wrinkled, his roguish and arrogant air remained undiminished. He stood at the doorway, squinting to adjust to the glaring sunlight, then made a move that left everyone speechless—

He slung his coat over his shoulder, put one hand in his pocket, pulled out a crumpled cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, then tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle to look at the sky and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

His posture and expression were exactly like those of a general who had just returned victorious from the battlefield, or like those classic scenes of a prison release in Hong Kong movies.

At that moment, he felt incredibly cool.

He mentally set up a background music track for himself—the kind that plays when Mark makes his entrance in "A Better Tomorrow".

"Holy crap, he's still acting tough even in this state!" The monkey almost choked with laughter.

"Hahaha! Feng is awesome!" Da Zhuang led the applause.

Chen Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, preparing to strike an even more dashing pose and continue basking in the feeling of being the center of attention.

"Snapped!"

He kicked him hard in the butt.

Chen Feng stumbled and almost fell flat on his face, the cigarette in his mouth flying out of his mouth.

"You fucking have the nerve to pretend!"

Lin Fang stood behind him with her hands on her hips, her eyes red-rimmed, clutching a handful of crumpled locust leaves, and started hitting him with them.

"Serves you right for showing off! Serves you right for stealing the limelight! Now you're in jail! Do you know how worried we were?!"

With each word he spoke, a locust tree leaf would lash out at Chen Feng. The gesture wasn't about warding off bad luck; it was clearly an act of venting anger.

"Ouch! Sister Fang! It hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong!" Chen Feng covered his head and dodged, completely powerless to fight back.

Liu Yu rushed forward, but instead of hitting anyone, she buried her face in Chen Feng's arms and began to sob, "You bastard...do you know how scared we were..."

"Alright, alright, I'm fine now, aren't I?" Chen Feng said, his arm around Liu Yu and his other hand blocking Lin Fang's "attacks," looking disheveled.

Lin Fang finally stopped hitting him, her eyes red, and glared at Chen Feng: "Will you dare to do it again?"

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again," Chen Feng pleaded repeatedly. "Sister Fang, I promise I'll never go in again."

"Hmph!" Lin Fang turned her face away. Although she was still angry, she couldn't hide the worry and heartache in her eyes.

At that moment, the heavy atmosphere at the entrance of the detention center vanished, leaving only the laughter of the brothers and the concern of the women.

This feeling is wonderful.

Having brothers waiting for you, and women thinking of you—that's the meaning of life.

The monkey stepped forward, handed Chen Feng a new cigarette, and lit it for him: "Brother Feng, you've suffered."

Chen Feng looked at the group of brothers and women surrounding him.

Da Zhuang's bandages, Er Gou's severed arm, Monkey's dark circles under his eyes, and Lin Fang and Liu Yu's red, swollen eyes from crying.

He took a deep breath, inhaled the smoke into his lungs, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

"Let's go eat first, I'm starving."

Chen Feng draped his clothes back over his shoulders. This time, he wasn't showing off; instead, he exuded a convincing aura of dominance.