Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Da Zhuang's side was completely trapped. One assassin feigned an attack from the front to draw the iron pipe's attention, while another suddenly circled around from behind, his Bloodthirsty Blade flashing as it slashed at Da Zhuang's right hand!

"Watch out!" Chen Feng roared.

Da Zhuang whirled around, but it was too late. The blade struck the back of his hand squarely, leaving a deep gash and gushing blood—his little finger was severed clean off!

The severed finger flew off and landed in a pool of blood.

The pain was excruciating, like being struck by lightning! Da Zhuang let out a beastly roar, his eyes instantly turning blood red!

A sudden reversal, an explosive turn of events!

The excruciating pain of the severed finger completely ignited Dazhuang's ferocity.

Ignoring everything else, he swung the iron pipe around, sending it hurtling towards the attacker!

"Bang!" The iron pipe struck the assassin squarely in the shoulder, the sound of bones shattering was crisp, the assassin screamed, his arm went limp and the blood-draining knife fell to the ground!

This strike shattered the balance!

Seizing the fleeting opening, Chen Feng, enduring the excruciating pain in his legs, pounced like a tiger! His dagger aimed straight for the nearest assassin's throat.

The man dodged quickly, the dagger grazing past his shoulder, yet already piercing another man's chest! Blood gushed from the wound, the assassin's eyes widened, and he staggered backward.

Chen Feng kicked him out, sending him flying. He crashed into the bread cart, his head hitting the ground, and he immediately lost consciousness!

Another assassin arrived to fill the gap, aiming his blood-draining blade straight for Chen Feng's back!

Chen Feng parried with a backhand strike, sparks flying, the impact numbing his arm.

But he used the momentum to turn around, and the dagger slashed across the other man's forearm, severing the tendons. The knife fell to the ground, and the man clutched his arm, screamed in pain, and retreated, finally revealing fear in his eyes.

Da Zhuang went completely mad! Blood continued to flow from his severed finger, yet it fueled his murderous intent.

The pole danced like a hurricane, and another assassin was hit in the knee. "Crack!" His leg bone shattered, and he collapsed to his knees, howling in pain!

The assassins' formation collapsed, and their coordination was riddled with flaws.

Chen Feng and Da Zhuang's perfect teamwork erupted; Chen Feng's dagger targeted vital points with lightning speed.

Dazhuang Steel Pipes moves with sweeping, powerful strokes, like a mad tiger.

In a short moment, four assassins lay on the ground—two seriously injured and unconscious, one with a broken leg screaming in agony, and one stabbed in the chest, blood flowing everywhere.

The remaining two assassins exchanged a glance, their fighting spirit extinguished. They helped each other up and turned to flee towards the bread truck!

"Trying to run?!" Chen Feng roared, wanting to give chase, but due to excessive blood loss, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed.

Dazhuang was also swaying, his face as white as a paper ghost, and blood was still gushing from his severed finger.

"Brother Feng...don't chase after them, let's go!" Da Zhuang gritted his teeth, his voice weak.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and nodded. The two helped each other into the Santana. Da Zhuang struggled to start the car, maneuvering around the van in front, the tires running over the pool of blood with a sticky, teeth-grinding sound.

The car disappeared into the night, leaving behind only two abandoned vans and four killers lying in pools of blood. The night wind blew, carrying a pungent, overwhelming stench of blood.

Chen Feng leaned back in his seat, his face as pale as paper, the seat stained crimson with blood. He lit a cigarette, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"These knives... they're fucking weird." He muttered to himself, his eyes chillingly cold. "Professional assassins, not simple."

He couldn't figure out who it was, but his intuition told him that this was just the beginning.

As Chen Feng drove, he took out his phone and dialed Monkey's number. Da Zhuang, sitting in the passenger seat, tightly bound his severed finger with a strip of cloth, sweating profusely from the pain, but remained silent.

......

Deep in the old street, there is Zhang the Ghost Hand's clinic.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol and blood. Under the dim light, Zhang the Ghost Hand was sweating profusely as he performed sutures.

"Don't move! The cut is too deep, the barbed groove has turned the meat inside out." Ghost Hand Zhang cursed under his breath, but his hands moved quickly and precisely.

Chen Feng sat shirtless on a chair, his left arm and abdomen wrapped in thick bandages, blood still seeping out. But he seemed oblivious to the pain, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the operating table.

Dazhuang was lying on the operating table.

This towering man, standing at 1.9 meters tall, was deathly pale. His right hand rested on a stainless steel tray, the space where his little finger should have been was empty, with only a pale bone fragment and a bloody, mangled wound remaining.

That severed finger fell at that dark, desolate crossroads and could not be brought back.

"ah--!"

As Ghost Hand Zhang finished cleaning up the last piece of bone, Da Zhuang let out a painful groan while unconscious, his muscles twitching violently.

"Clang!"

The clinic's roller shutter door was suddenly pulled open.

Monkey and Er Gou (Chen Fang) rushed in. When Er Gou saw Chen Feng covered in blood and Da Zhuang lying on the stage, his eyes instantly turned red, as if they were about to bleed.

"Who did this?!" Er Gou roared, cocking his shotgun. "Fuck them! I'll kill their whole family!"

Although the monkey didn't shout, its usually playful face was now terribly gloomy, and it was gripping a switchblade tightly in its hand, its knuckles white.

"Shut up." Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as the wind in an ice cellar.

Er Gou froze, swallowing back the swear words that followed, his chest heaving violently.

Chen Feng slowly stood up and walked to the operating table. He looked at Da Zhuang's mutilated hand, trembling as he reached out to touch it, but then stopped in mid-air.

Dazhuang did it to shield him from the knife.

That knife was originally aimed at Chen Feng's back.

"Uncle Zhang, this hand..." Chen Feng's voice was hoarse.

Ghost Hand Zhang removed his blood-stained glove, threw it into the basin of water, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath: "This finger... I'm afraid it's beyond saving. My grip strength will be affected a bit in the future."

"This time the injury is serious." Ghost Hand Zhang took off his gloves, lit a cigarette, and said, "That knife is specifically for drawing blood; it's a method of killing. Kid, who have you messed with this time?"

Chen Feng didn't answer, but instead picked up the teacup on the table and took a big gulp.

A deathly silence.

The only sounds were Er Gou's heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Chen Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the guilt in his eyes had been replaced by overwhelming killing intent.

"monkey."

"Brother Feng, I'm here." Monkey immediately stepped forward.

Chen Feng pulled a bloodstained dagger from his pocket, which he had seized from the assassin during the fight. But it wasn't the kind of blood-draining knife the assassins used; it was just an ordinary self-defense weapon.

"The knives those guys used were very special." Chen Feng recalled the scene from that night, his eyes sharp. "They were long and thin, double-edged, with a deep blood groove in the middle, and the tips were upturned. They were specifically designed for killing by bleeding; you definitely couldn't buy them on the market."

"A bloodletting knife?" The monkey frowned.

"Six men in total, professionally trained, with excellent teamwork, leaving no survivors." Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette on the corner of the table. "These are definitely not ordinary thugs, they are professional killers."

"A professional assassin?" Er Gou was taken aback. "Could that coward Mad Dog Qiang really hire a professional assassin?"

Chen Feng remained silent, his mind racing.

Those who can afford to hire such professional assassins are definitely not ordinary people.

Mad Dog Qiang?

He might have the motive, but he's been keeping a low profile lately, so he probably doesn't have the guts.

Lei Hu?

Chen Feng's eyes darkened. How could Lei Hu have found out it was me so quickly about Zhou Liren's matter?

Given that old fox's protective nature, it's perfectly normal for him to seek revenge.

"No matter who it is," Chen Feng turned around, staring at Monkey and Er Gou, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Mobilize all the brothers, all the informants. Even if you have to turn Donghai City upside down, find these bastards for me!"

"Dazhuang's finger can't have been lost in vain. I'll use the lives of those six men to atone for that finger!"

"yes!"

Monkey and Er Gou responded in unison, then turned and charged into the night with murderous intent.