Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Ninth Master leaned forward slightly, and the oppressive aura of a superior was overwhelming.

"Some money can be earned, but some rules must be followed. As long as the rules are followed, sometimes my old eyes can turn a blind eye..."

Chen Feng stood up, bowed deeply to Ninth Master, and said respectfully and sincerely, "Ninth Master, starting this month, I will have someone deliver 20% of the casino's profits to your residence on time. I hope you will give me more guidance in the future."

This was a pledge of allegiance, and also an admission of defeat. Before he could fully establish himself, he had to bow down to this old overlord, even if he was filled with a thousand resentments.

"Two-tenths, you've put your heart into it." Ninth Master leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and started playing with the walnuts again. "Go on. Remember, harmony brings wealth."

Chen Feng turned and walked out of the private room. Only after he went downstairs and got into his car did he realize that his back was soaked with sweat and felt icy cold.

"Brother Feng, how is it? That old man didn't give you any trouble, right?" Monkey asked hurriedly when he saw Chen Feng's unpleasant expression.

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke swirled in his lungs, barely managing to suppress the humiliation of being controlled.

"That old bastard is a hundred times harder to deal with than a mad dog." Chen Feng looked out the window at the gray sky, his eyes turning more sinister than ever before. "He knows the casino's secrets, and he wants 20% of the profits."

"What?!" the monkey exclaimed in shock. "Then we're...!"

"He's not biting me now because I'm still useful to him, and I can still give him money." Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash, his voice low and hoarse. "But the feeling of having your neck stuck under someone else's knife is fucking awful."

Monkey sat in the passenger seat, not daring to breathe loudly as he looked at Chen Feng's gloomy face. Although he was usually jovial, he knew the gravity of the situation—Ninth Master's move was tantamount to holding a knife to their throats.

"Brother Feng, what do we do now?" Monkey asked cautiously.

"Let's go to the casino first and find Ah Zhen." Chen Feng's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "We need to talk to her about this."

"That 20% profit..."

"Here you go." Chen Feng's tone was icy. "You have to bow your head when you need to. That old bastard might have the life to take it but not the life to spend it."

Twenty minutes later, the bread truck stopped in front of the unassuming old-fashioned residential building.

Chen Feng got out of the car alone and walked into the casino through the familiar underground passage.

It was 10 p.m., the busiest time for the casino. The lobby was brightly lit. The closure hadn't affected the casino's business. A dozen or so gambling tables were surrounded by people, the sounds of dice rolling and cheers filling the air.

Chen Feng did not linger in the lobby and went straight up to the second floor.

Pushing open that familiar office door, a scent mixed with mint, tobacco, and high-end perfume wafted out.

Ah Zhen was reclining on the leather sofa, her long legs crossed, one of her red-soled high heels dangling from her toes. Tonight, she was wearing a black semi-transparent dress with a very low neckline, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a cleavage that was enough to make one's blood boil.

Seeing Chen Feng enter, she put down the account book in her hand, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with tears, and a charming smile appeared on her lips.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you're here so late?" Ah Zhen's voice was hoarse and languid, as if it had been dipped in honey. "Did you miss me?"

Chen Feng ignored her words and walked straight to the sofa, sitting down with a serious expression.

Ah Zhen keenly sensed something was wrong, and her smile faded slightly: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Ninth Master contacted me today."

Ah Zhen paused for a moment, then sat up straight: "Ninth Master? What does he want with you? Is it about you and Mad Dog Qiang?"

"Not only that." Chen Feng stared into her eyes and said, emphasizing each word, "He knows about the casino."

"What?!"

Ah Zhen's expression suddenly changed, her previous lazy posture vanished instantly, and she stood up abruptly as if she had been electrocuted.

"Impossible!" Her voice trembled slightly. "I personally handled everything from site selection to operation of these three casinos. The accounts were handled through the provincial capital, and the staff were all from out of town. Even when Zhao Biao was alive, Ninth Master didn't notice anything amiss. How could this be..."

"Sister Zhen, calm down," Chen Feng interrupted her. "What Ninth Master said was—'The turnover of Ah Zhen's casinos in one night is probably equivalent to half a month's income of Mad Dog Qiang's lousy nightclub.'"

Ah Zhen shuddered, her face turning deathly pale.

She slumped onto the sofa, her fingers trembling slightly. She picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, but couldn't manage to pull out a cigarette.

Chen Feng took out his cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and handed it to her.

Ah Zhen took a deep breath, the pungent smoke churning in her lungs, barely managing to suppress the fear in her heart.

"That old fox..." she gave a bitter laugh, "I thought I had covered my tracks perfectly, but it turns out he saw right through me all along."

"He doesn't expose us because we're still useful to him," Chen Feng said in a deep voice, "but he could crush us at any time."

Ah Zhen remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She'd been in this business for over a decade, and she considered herself shrewd and ruthless. But in front of that old fox, Ninth Master, she was ultimately too naive.

"What does he want?" Ah Zhen asked.

"Twenty percent."

"Twenty percent?" A cold glint flashed in Ah Zhen's eyes. "Old man, you're all old bones, but your appetite is still quite large."

She stood up, swaying her captivating waist as she walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured two glasses.

With each movement, the burgundy velvet dress swayed with her figure, perfectly outlining her mature curves.

"However..." She turned around, handed the wine glass to Chen Feng, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally tracing the back of his hand, "we just have to accept it. After all, he's Ninth Master, and he's been operating in Nancheng for decades. We can't touch him right now."

Chen Feng took the glass but didn't drink it. He simply said in a deep voice, "That's why I've come to discuss with you what to do next."

Ah Zhen sat back down on the sofa, but this time she didn't sit opposite him; instead, she sat directly next to Chen Feng. Her mature and alluring body pressed close to him, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air.

"What are we discussing?" She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes alluring yet sly. "Two percent, two percent, it's all the same. Anyway, the money comes from the gambler's pocket, so we can just raise the commission rate a bit. Those gamblers don't care about taking a few more points as long as they can gamble."

Chen Feng nodded: "You know more about the accounting than I do, so you can handle the specifics. But we must deliver the money to Ninth Master on time; we can't let him find any fault with us."

"Don't worry, do you need to teach me this?" Ah Zhen rolled her eyes at him, her charming appearance making Chen Feng's throat tighten.

She picked up her wine glass and took a sip, her red lips glistening with the wine, making them appear even more vibrant and alluring.

"But you, Boss Chen..." Ah Zhen suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Chen Feng's neck, "I have a score to settle with you."

"What bill?"

"Your outburst with Mad Dog Qiang really dragged my three casinos down with you," Ah Zhen said coquettishly, gently poking Chen Feng's chest with her finger. "Those few days were tough, the police were patrolling everywhere, and you made me close down. The losses from those few days alone were at least a hundred thousand!"

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Chen Feng, her proud, soft breasts pressing against his arm through the thin fabric, conveying an amazing elasticity and heat.

"Boss Chen, how do you plan to compensate me for this loss?"