Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"The Ghost Hand Society?" A glint of light flashed in Lei Hu's eyes. "You can contact them?"

"I have connections." Mad Dog licked his lips. "As long as Boss Lei says the word, I can make the connection. The price... it's negotiable, how about it?"

Zhou Liren, standing anxiously to the side, cried out, "Cousin! Let's do it this way! I'll pay! I'll pay any amount of money to kill that Chen guy!"

Lei Hu pondered for a long time. He didn't care whether he could kill Chen Feng or not, but this Mad Dog Qiang... might be useful in dealing with that old bastard, Ninth Master, in the future. Finally, he slowly nodded.

"OK."

A smug glint flashed in Mad Dog Qiang's eyes as he quickly said, "Master Lei is brilliant! Using the Ghost Hand to do it means that even if they investigate afterwards, they won't be able to trace it back to us. When Chen Feng dies, nobody will know it was us!"

"But there's one thing," Lei Hu suddenly raised his head, his gaze as cold as a knife, "This matter absolutely cannot be leaked. Especially to Ninth Master; not a single word can be revealed before it's done. Can you do that?"

"Don't worry, Boss Lei!" Mad Dog patted his chest and assured him, "I absolutely won't get myself into any trouble!"

Lei Hu nodded in satisfaction and picked up his wine glass.

"Then I'll leave this matter entirely to Brother Gouqiang!" Lei Laohu said, looking at Mad Gouqiang with a teasing expression.

"It's a pleasure to work with you!"

The wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

The two men exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with sinister smiles.

Chen Feng, your time has come.

……

Meanwhile, in the southern district, at the Fenghua Battlefield.

Chen Feng was standing by the window smoking, looking at the brightly lit battlefield outside, but he felt uneasy.

For some reason, he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Brother Feng, what are you thinking about?" Monkey walked over with a cup of tea.

"It's nothing," Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash. "By the way, tell the brothers to be extra careful lately, always carry their weapons when they go out, and be cautious."

"Huh? What happened?" the monkey asked nervously.

"Intuition." Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep. "I have a feeling that someone is watching us from the shadows."

The monkey shivered.

Chen Feng's intuition was always accurate; if he said that, there must be a problem.

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away!"

Chen Feng nodded, his gaze passing through the window to the dark night sky in the distance.

Storm is coming.

He could sense it.

Three days later, on the outskirts of Donghai City, at an abandoned brick kiln.

The night was as dark as ink, and even the moon hid behind the clouds.

Mad Dog Qiang stood in the dusty factory, accompanied only by his trusted henchman, Snake Eyes. He deliberately wore an inconspicuous gray jacket and didn't even dare to drive his own car, for fear of being recognized.

"Brother Qiang, what names should we use when we meet later?" Snake Eyes asked in a low voice. "If something goes wrong later and these guys give us away, it'll be troublesome."

"Nonsense, of course I thought of that!" Mad Dog patted his chest smugly. "I've already come up with an alias; it'll be foolproof!"

"What's your name?"

Mad Dog Qiang cleared his throat and said mysteriously, "Erlang Shen!"

"..." Snake Eyes froze, his face showing a look of utter disbelief. "Brother Qiang, are you serious?"

"This is called a code, you know that?!" Mad Dog Qiang glared at him. "This name is so secretive, who would expect the mighty Mad Dog Qiang to have such a name? It's called... what was it again... right, 'the darkest place is under the lamp'!"

Snake Eyes' lips twitched twice. He really wanted to tell him that this was not a case of "blind spots," but looking at Mad Dog Qiang's confident appearance, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Oh well, as long as Brother Qiang is happy.

"Then... what's my name?" Snake Eyes asked, forcing himself to speak.

Mad Dog Qiang thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Your name will be... Howling Celestial Dog!"

"...Brother Qiang, that's the dog's name."

"What's wrong with a dog's name? A dog with a good name is easier to raise!" Mad Dog Qiang said matter-of-factly. "Besides, we're here to beg for favors, so what's wrong with a rustic name?"

Snake Eyes wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only nod in resignation.

Just then, the iron gate of the factory suddenly creaked open.

The two of them jolted at the same time and instinctively took a step back.

The newcomer was dressed in a black jacket and wore an ordinary black face mask, revealing only his eyes. Those eyes were as cold as a dead fish, exuding a chilling coldness in the dim light.

"You are..." The newcomer's voice was hoarse and low, pausing as if recalling something, "Er...Lang Shen?"

The way he said those words, combined with his cold face and sinister tone, created a strangely comical effect.

Mad Dog Qiang almost lost his composure, while Snake Eyes beside him was even more flustered, his face turning red and his shoulders twitching.

"Yes, yes, it's...it's me." Mad Dog forced himself to remain calm, cleared his throat, and tried to appear dignified. "Are you a member of the Ghost Hand Society?"

The newcomer did not answer. His dead fish eyes swept over Mad Dog Qiang and Snake Eyes, finally settling on Snake Eyes.

"He is..."

"Howling Celestial Dog! He's my... uh... assistant!" Mad Dog blurted out.

The newcomer was silent for two seconds, a strange look seemed to flash in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his cold demeanor.

He didn't say anything, then stretched out a hand.

Mad Dog understood and quickly gestured to Snake Eyes to hand over the black leather bag.

"This is the deposit, two hundred thousand," Mad Dog Qiang said. "After it's done, there'll be another one hundred thousand. That makes a total of three hundred thousand. Is that alright?"

The visitor opened his bag, casually rummaged through the neatly bundled hundred-yuan bills, and then nodded.

Who is the target?

"Chen Feng from Fenghua Battlefield in the South District," Mad Dog said through gritted teeth, handing over a photo. "Twenty-two years old, about 1.8 meters tall, drives a black Santana 2000. License plate number: Dong A69699."

How many people are around him?

"He usually goes out with one or two bodyguards, one of whom is called Dazhuang. He's a big guy and his personal bodyguard; he's quite skilled in martial arts."

The newcomer remained silent for a moment, his cold eyes narrowing slightly as if he were plotting something.

"OK."

Mad Dog Qiang was overjoyed and was about to say something when the person had already turned and walked away.

"Wait! When are we going to make our move?"

The visitor didn't turn around, leaving only one sentence:

You will receive a message within seven days.

The man in black gave him a cold look and said, "And next time, don't choose such a stupid name!"

After saying that, the dark figure disappeared into the night, as if it had never existed.

Mad Dog let out a long breath and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Brother Qiang, are these people reliable?" Snake Eyes asked with some concern.

"Whether it's reliable or not, we don't know, but we have no other choice." Mad Dog Qiang chuckled sinisterly. "Three hundred thousand for a life is a high price in the underworld. Even if Chen Feng is a good fighter, can he really beat a professional assassin?"

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his eyes were filled with a sinister pleasure.

"You little bastard, your death is nigh!"

……

Meanwhile, in the southern district, at the Fenghua Battlefield.

Chen Feng was drinking and eating with Da Zhuang, Houzi, and a few others in the office, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

"Brother Feng, why have you been looking so preoccupied these past few days?" Da Zhuang asked, his words muffled as he stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth. "Are you thinking about some girl again?"

"Get lost." Chen Feng laughed and cursed, took a sip of wine, but his gaze unconsciously drifted to the night outside the window.

The feeling of unease grew stronger and stronger, like a knife hanging over my head, ready to fall at any moment.