Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Ever since he crippled Zhou Liren's hand that night, he'd had a constant feeling that he was being watched. Although he had no evidence, his years of experience in the underworld told him that danger was approaching.

"Dazhuang, stick close to me these next few days," Chen Feng suddenly said.

"Huh? Brother Feng, I've been following you around every day." Da Zhuang was a little confused.

"It's different." Chen Feng's voice deepened. "Starting tomorrow, wherever I go, you go too, without leaving my side. Remember to bring your weapons when you go out."

Da Zhuang sensed the seriousness in Chen Feng's tone, his playful smile gradually fading as he nodded earnestly, "Understood, Brother Feng, don't worry!"

The monkey, observing the situation closely, cautiously asked, "Brother Feng, is something wrong?"

"It's nothing," Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash. "I've just been feeling uneasy lately. There might be more to the story about Zhou Liren."

"That beast's hands are crippled, what trouble can he cause? Besides, he doesn't know it was us who did it," the monkey said dismissively.

"He can't cause any trouble, but what about his cousin?" Chen Feng sneered. "Lei Hu, the big boss of the North District, he's not someone to be trifled with."

The office fell silent immediately.

Lei Hu's name is legendary in Donghai City's underworld. He is ruthless and fiercely protective of his own.

"Does Brother Feng mean... Lei Hu will cause us trouble?" Monkey's face turned pale.

"It's hard to say, but we have to be on guard." Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the busy lights on the battlefield in the distance. "Be vigilant these next few days. Report any suspicious activity immediately."

"clear!"

Chen Feng didn't say anything more, he just quietly smoked his cigarette.

……

Three days later, the night in Donghai City was as dark as ink that could not be dissolved.

Chen Feng and Da Zhuang had just returned from a business deal at a construction site in the south of the city. The deal went much better than expected; the boss signed the contract without hesitation after looking at the sand samples. Chen Feng was in a good mood and, for once, relaxed, leaning back in the passenger seat with his eyes closed to rest.

Dazhuang gripped the steering wheel, and soft music played in the car, creating a relaxed atmosphere, like someone taking a walk.

These past few days, Chen Feng still felt a vague unease, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Needless to say, Mad Dog Qiang has been keeping a low profile lately, not even daring to step near the battlefield. Chen Feng simply reminded his brothers to "be careful when going out recently," without being overly nervous himself—business was booming, and he couldn't afford to scare himself unnecessarily.

The black Santana 2000 drove smoothly on the way back to the sand field.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights along the roadside swept by one by one, with the occasional car whizzing past the car window. Dazhuang chose a secluded shortcut, a two-lane road flanked by high walls and overgrown weeds, and there was hardly a car in sight at this spot.

After rounding a sharp bend, the dim streetlights ahead illuminated a white van parked across the middle of the road, like a solid wall.

Da Zhuang instinctively slammed on the brakes, the tires screeched, and the car came to a sudden stop.

Chen Feng lunged forward and instantly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Chen Feng frowned.

Da Zhuang stared intently ahead, his expression suddenly changing: "Brother Feng, there are people blocking the road ahead."

The bread truck sat silently, its lights off, its body exuding an eerie stillness in the night. There were no other vehicles or pedestrians around.

Chen Feng's heart sank, and the ominous premonition instantly intensified: "Quickly reverse and take another route."

Dazhuang immediately shifted into reverse and stepped on the gas. But in the rearview mirror, two blinding headlights suddenly lit up—another white van was speeding up from behind, blocking their escape route completely.

A pincer attack from both sides.

"Damn it!" Da Zhuang cursed under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold as he quickly scanned his surroundings: high walls along the roadside, overgrown with weeds, there was nowhere to escape.

The doors of both vans opened at the same time, and six people got out.

The six men wore matching black baseball caps and black masks, revealing only their cold, indifferent eyes. They were all well-proportioned and walked with a steady gait. Each of them held a long, narrow, and eerie knife—the blade was slender, double-edged, and the deep, wide blood grooves at the edges gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light under the streetlights. The tips of the knives were slightly upturned, as if they were made specifically for bleeding.

With a single stab, blood gushed out, and the fatal blow came swiftly.

Chen Feng's pupils contracted sharply. These people's murderous intent was palpable, and their professionalism was chilling.

"Get out of the car," Chen Feng said in a low voice to Da Zhuang, and opened the car door first. Da Zhuang followed closely behind, and the two stood in front of the car, back to the Santana, in a defensive posture.

Chen Feng deliberately raised his voice: "Gentlemen, what's your plan? Are you blocking the way to rob me or assault me?"

Without uttering a single word, the six men charged forward. The leader tilted his head slightly, as if confirming his prey, then flicked his wrist, and the Bloodletting Blade whistled as it sliced ​​through the air—they charged!

The killing intent exploded instantly. No warning, no probing, every move aimed straight for vital points!

"Experts!" Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. These people moved like wolves, three to a group, their coordination was impeccable, clearly they were desperate assassins.

Da Zhuang roared, grabbed a steel pipe from the back seat, and charged forward. Chen Feng drew his dagger from his waist, a flash of cold light.

The battle erupted like lightning.

The first assassin lunged at Chen Feng, his blade flashing like a venomous snake's tongue, aiming straight for his throat! The blood bar burst open, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Chen Feng tilted his head, and the blade grazed his neck, the icy touch sending chills down his spine.

He thrust his dagger at the other man's wrist with his backhand, but the man's arm suddenly sank, and the blade instantly changed direction, sweeping across Chen Feng's waist and abdomen!

Chen Feng leaned back to dodge, the tip of the knife grazing his clothes, the sound of tearing fabric piercing the ear.

Almost simultaneously, the second assassin circled around from the blind spot, his blood-draining knife rising from below, aiming straight for the groin! The third assassin leaped high, his blade plunging down, blocking the upper path.

Three swords struck simultaneously, death loomed!

Chen Feng's heart pounded like a drum. He scrambled to his feet, barely dodging the side blade, but was slashed in the left arm by the third strike. As soon as the blood bar opened, blood gushed out, and excruciating pain burned like fire! The blood loss instantly made his arm numb.

"Brother Feng!" Da Zhuang roared.

The situation is equally dangerous on Dazhuang's side.

He swept his steel pipe across the nearest assassin.

"Bang!" The steel pipe struck the knife, sparks flew, and the man's arm jerked, but he used the force to lean forward, the tip of the knife piercing straight into his chest! Da Zhuang blocked the steel pipe hastily, "Clang!" The impact split his hand, and blood seeped out.

The other two attacked from the left and right, one sweeping low at the legs and the other striking high at the head, their blades flashing like a net!

Da Zhuang barely managed to jump up and dodge the downward knife, but was forced back by the upward knife, crashing his back into the car door with a muffled groan.

The situation is extremely critical!

Chen Feng and Da Zhuang were forced to stand back to back, surrounded by six assassins who formed a death semicircle, closing in step by step.

The blood groove on the bleeding knife was vicious; each cut drew away a large amount of blood. Blood gushed from Chen Feng's left arm, and his vision began to blur; Da Zhuang was panting heavily, and his steel pipe was stained with blood.

"These knives...are specifically designed to kill!" Chen Feng gritted his teeth, his voice low.

The assassins were as cold as machines. Three of them took turns attacking while the other three held them off in a defensive maneuver, their rhythm precise, clearly intending to wear them down.

The suspense was pushed to its limit.

Chen Feng was cornered against the wall, the cold brick wall pressed against his back, with nowhere to retreat.

Three blood-draining knives pressed down simultaneously—one stabbed the throat, one cleaved the waist, and one slashed the leg! The flashes of the blades were like a torrential rain, and the whistling sounds were deafening!

Chen Feng's pupils constricted, and he wildly brandished his dagger, parrying a stab to the throat, but was forced to the side by a waist-splitting blade. The third stab aimed straight for his thigh! His knees buckled, and he almost fell to his knees. The blade grazed his inner thigh, blood gushed out, and excruciating pain shot straight to his head!

"It's over..." A thought flashed through Chen Feng's mind.