Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

As evening fell, Chen Feng drove his beat-up van, which rattled everywhere except for the horn, wobbling as he drove into the Emerald Bay villa area.

The two security guards at the entrance, wearing white gloves and uniforms, were originally going to conduct a routine check, but when they saw the familiar license plate of this beat-up car, they didn't dare to stop it at all, and even gave it a standard salute.

These days, owning a Mercedes-Benz doesn't necessarily make you a big shot, but someone who can drive such a beat-up car and freely enter and exit Jiang Hong's villa is definitely someone you can't mess with.

Chen Feng parked the car in front of Jiang Hong's villa and turned off the engine. The engine made a few reluctant coughing sounds before finally falling silent.

He spent the entire day shuttling between various venues: the sandpit, the arcade, the casino—all businesses were back up and running. Although he was exhausted, seeing everything back on track brought him a great sense of relief.

Now, it's time to thank the real unsung heroes.

Chen Feng straightened his collar and pushed open the villa's door.

The room was quiet, with only soothing light music playing.

"Sister Hong?"

No one answered.

As Chen Feng passed through the entrance hall, he suddenly stopped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

In the spacious living room, a purple yoga mat was laid out in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Jiang Hong wasn't holding a wine glass as usual; instead, she was doing yoga.

She was wearing a tight-fitting pink yoga outfit. The highly elastic fabric clung to her body like a second skin, perfectly outlining her mature figure.

At this moment, she was facing away from Chen Feng, her hands on the ground, in a pose similar to "downward-facing dog," but more relaxed. Her waist slumped, and her astonishing hip-to-waist ratio formed a perfect arc under the sunlight, enough to make any man's blood boil.

Sweat slid down her slender neck, soaking the fabric of her back and revealing a hint of flesh.

"Gulp."

Chen Feng couldn't help but swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He cursed inwardly: Damn it, who can resist this? Isn't this going to kill me? This woman is simply a vixen, every cell in her body is exuding the hormones unique to mature women.

Seemingly hearing the noise, Jiang Hong didn't get up immediately, but remained in that position, turning her head slightly to the side. A few strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her eyes languid and dreamy.

"What? Haven't you seen enough yet?"

"Ah... um... I didn't see, I didn't see..." Chen Feng felt his mouth was dry and quickly looked away, but he couldn't help but glance at her graceful curves out of the corner of his eye. "Sister Hong, you're in great shape, much better than those young girls."

Jiang Hong chuckled softly, slowly ending her pose, and gracefully stood up, picking up a towel to wipe her sweat. With her movement, her ample bosom dazzled once more.

"Stop being so cheeky." Jiang Hong walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up her water glass, and took a sip. "How's it going at the battlefield?"

Chen Feng sat down on the single sofa opposite him, forcing himself to refocus on business: "Everything's arranged. Mad Dog Qiang has really suffered a major setback this time, and he shouldn't dare to try anything tough again anytime soon. Our venue is fully operational today, and I also visited a few major clients to reassure them."

"Hmm." Jiang Hong nodded, then pulled a newspaper from under the coffee table and threw it in front of Chen Feng. "However, you have to thank this benefactor for getting out so quickly."

"A benefactor?"

Chen Feng picked up the newspaper with a suspicious look on his face.

When he saw the eye-catching headline "Bloody Battle in the Middle of the Night: Hundreds of Armed Men Attack Private Enterprise, Who Is Holding an Umbrella for the Rioters?" and the close-up photo of himself, whose face was covered in blood but who still looked handsome, he was completely stunned.

"This...this is?" Chen Feng quickly skimmed through the contents, becoming increasingly alarmed with each reading. This was a vicious attack; it was as if they had stripped Liu Dapao and Mad Dog Qiang bare and put them on the fire to roast.

"The front page headline of the Donghai Daily." Jiang Hong looked at him with a half-smile. "The writer is Hao Mei, the daughter of Director Hao Jianguo. She's the red-haired girl you met here the other day."

Chen Feng's hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly.

Hao Mei? The girl he flirted with under the tree?

"So that's why you suddenly have so much power." Jiang Hong leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Feng with a scrutinizing gaze and an ambiguous undertone. "Chen Feng, tell me honestly, did you do something to that young lady? Otherwise, why would a rich heiress risk so much to cheer for a nobody like you?"

"I'm innocent, Sister Hong!" Chen Feng said with a wry smile. "I've only met her twice! The first time was right outside your door, and the second time... I guess it was that night. I barely even said a few words to her, so who knows why she helped me?"

Despite saying that, Chen Feng felt a chill of fear in his heart.

A journalist, who was also the daughter of the police chief, had been secretly watching him for several days and even filmed the details of the shootout that night.

What does this mean?

This means that his every move is under someone else's watchful eye.

She helped this time, but what about next time? What if she suddenly decides to expose some shady deals? Wouldn't I be in even worse shape then?

Chen Feng couldn't help but shudder. This woman was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

……

"It's good that you didn't do anything." Jiang Hong seemed relieved, but then her eyes became playful again. "However, no matter what, I did a lot of work. I used all my connections to get you out of trouble. Tell me, how are you going to thank me?"

Chen Feng put down the newspaper and looked at Jiang Hong.

At this moment, Jiang Hong, having just finished exercising, had a captivating pinkish glow on her skin, and her eyes were alluring. Her aura of authority, combined with feminine charm, created a fatal attraction.

Chen Feng was a seasoned veteran; he could easily understand the meaning behind those words.

He chuckled, leaned forward, and his roguish air returned: "Sister Hong, if you ask, I, Chen Feng, will go through fire and water for you without batting an eye. Do you want money? Or your person? Or... your life?"

"What would I do with your life? It's worthless." Jiang Hong glared at him, yet her expression was full of allure.

She stretched and groaned as if unintentionally, gently rubbing her lower back: "Sigh... I haven't slept well these past few days because of you. My back is really sore now."

This implication is practically an explicit statement.

Chen Feng immediately adopted a servile expression, but the aggression in his eyes remained undisguised: "Oh, that was my fault! I'm willing to serve you hand and foot, I'll give you a massage right now!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Feng was not as reserved as before. Instead, he grinned and reached out with his hands as fast as lightning to Jiang Hong's slender and elastic waist.

"ah!"

Jiang Hong hadn't expected this kid to be so bold now, launching a surprise attack before she was even prepared. Chen Feng's calloused fingers gently pinched and scratched the sensitive flesh on her waist.

"Giggle...you little rascal! I'm ticklish...let go!"