Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the newspaper office dormitory, stinging Hao Mei's eyes.

She struggled to open her eyes, feeling as if her head had been hit with a hammer—heavy and throbbing. How much had she drunk last night? She couldn't remember at all.

The only thing I remember is what that man said when he took me back to my dorm—

"Leave this to me."

Hao Mei rubbed her temples and struggled to get out of bed. The reflection in the mirror was a mess; her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was a tangled mess—she was nothing like the shrewd and capable reporter she usually was.

After a quick wash, she dragged her heavy steps into the office.

"Sister Mei, you look terrible, are you alright?" her colleague Xiao Li asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night," Hao Mei replied perfunctorily, plopping down at her workstation as if all her energy had been drained.

She stared blankly at the computer screen, but the heart-wrenching cries of the young couple and Zhou Liren's extremely arrogant face kept replaying in her mind.

"That's fate."

Those words were like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Beautiful sister! Beautiful sister!"

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and Xiao Ma rushed into the office like a gust of wind, almost knocking over the trash can by the door.

"Xiao Ma, why are you running? So early in the morning..." Hao Mei frowned, her hangover headache getting even worse from his noise.

"Sister Mei! Big news! Huge good news!" Xiao Ma panted heavily, his face flushed red, and his eyes were full of excitement.

"What is it? Tell me slowly."

Xiao Ma took a deep breath, lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the excitement in his tone: "Zhou Liren! That beast! His hand is ruined!"

"What?!"

Hao Mei suddenly stood up, almost tipping the chair over, and the dizziness from her hangover immediately dissipated.

"What did you say? His hand... is ruined?"

"Absolutely true!" Xiao Ma patted his chest to assure him. "It was that nurse we met during our interview that told me. She called me first thing this morning and said Zhou Liren was beaten up last night! All three fingers on his right hand are broken, the bones are shattered! The doctor said even if they're set, it won't be of any use; he won't be able to have surgery again, he won't even be able to hold chopsticks properly!"

"You were beaten up? Who did it?" Hao Mei pressed, a strange guess forming in her mind.

"I don't know! I heard it was three masked men who broke into his apartment in the middle of the night and crippled his hand without saying a word!" Xiao Ma became more and more agitated as he spoke. "Sister Mei, what do you call this? This is called karma! No one escapes divine retribution! That beast finally got his comeuppance!"

Hao Mei stood there, stunned, her mind going blank.

Three people wearing masks.

midnight.

To ruin one's fingers.

She remembered Chen Feng's eyes burning with rage last night, and the words he said as he left—"Leave this to me."

No way...

Is it really him?

"Mei-jie? Mei-jie? What's wrong? You look even worse." Xiao Ma noticed her expression was off and was a little worried.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Hao Mei forced herself to calm down. "Xiao Ma, don't tell anyone about this yet. Has Zhou Liren made any moves? Have they called the police?"

"He did report it, but I heard he didn't dare say who did it because..." Xiao Ma lowered his voice, "It's said that his mistress was also there that night, and the two of them were in bed doing *that*. If this gets out, how will he explain it to his wife? So he only said it was a burglary, and he doesn't know any of the specific details."

Hao Mei felt a mix of emotions.

If it really was Chen Fengqian, then this man... is too crazy.

She picked up her phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed the number.

The phone rang three times before Chen Feng's lazy voice came from the other end: "Feed?"

"Chen Feng, it's me." Hao Mei tried her best to make her voice sound calm.

"Hey, Mr. Hao, what brings you here today? Still hungover?" Chen Feng's tone was relaxed, showing no sign of anything amiss.

"I have a question for you, answer me honestly." Hao Mei took a deep breath, "Did you do Zhou Liren's hand?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Zhou Liren? Who's that? I don't know him." Chen Feng's voice remained relaxed. "What 'hands' nonsense? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Chen Feng!" Hao Mei raised her voice, "What are you playing dumb with me for? He's that beastly doctor who killed the baby! Last night, someone crippled his fingers—three masked men!"

"Really? That's wonderful!" Chen Feng laughed on the other end of the phone. "Looks like God does have eyes after all. Reporter Hao, you called just to tell me this good news?"

"you……"

Hao Mei was so angry she couldn't speak. That bastard, he'd rather die than admit it!

"Hao Mei, I went home after taking you back to your dorm last night and slept soundly until dawn. I really don't know anything about what you're asking about." Chen Feng's voice suddenly became more serious. "However, if someone really stood up for that child, I think that person did the right thing."

Hao Mei fell silent.

She understood what Chen Feng meant—I did it, but I won't admit it.

"Chen Feng..." Hao Mei's voice softened involuntarily, "Do you know how dangerous this is? Zhou Liren's cousin is Lei Hu from the North District..."

"Don't worry, there are tall people to hold the sky up if it falls," Chen Feng interrupted her, his tone nonchalant. "Just pretend you know nothing, eat and drink as usual, and continue being your big reporter."

"you……"

"Alright, I have something to do, I'll hang up now. By the way, drink less last night, be careful not to hurt your health."

"Beep beep beep—"

The phone hangs up.

Hao Mei stood there, holding her phone, stunned.

This man… he did something so dangerous, yet his tone remained so nonchalant. Does he even realize the enormity of the mess he's made?

but……

Thinking of how he risked his life to seek justice for that complete stranger, and the reassuring look in his eyes when he looked at her last night, Hao Mei felt a surge of emotion she had never felt before.

That bastard... actually cares about me quite a bit.

She lowered her head, looking at Chen Feng's name on her phone screen. The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, but then quickly tightened.

"Fool..." she whispered, her voice tinged with barely concealed sweetness and worry.

……

At the same time, Chen Feng hung up the phone, a playful smile curving his lips.

This girl is quite attentive.

"Brother Feng, whose phone call was that? They're all smiles." Monkey leaned over, looking gossipy.

"Get lost, stop talking nonsense." Chen Feng slapped him on the back of the head. "Get the battlefield accounts organized; I need to see them this afternoon."

Alright!

Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette.

He did not regret what happened last night.

Zhou Liren, that beast, deserves to be punished. Since the law can't handle it, let the underworld take care of it.

But the name Hao Mei mentioned—Lei Hu—did make him somewhat wary.

The top dog in the North District, a figure who rivals Ninth Master.

This hornet's nest has been stirred up a bit too big.

But... we've already done it, what's there to be afraid of?

Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.