Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The next morning, Chen Feng was awakened by a series of urgent phone calls.

That was Lin Fang's phone, which was charging in the living room.

Chen Feng sat up groggily and glanced at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar landline number.

He didn't answer, after all, it was Lin Fang's call.

A few seconds later, Lin Fang rushed out in her bathrobe and answered the phone: "Feeding?"

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Lin Fang's expression changed instantly. Her previous languid sleepiness vanished, replaced by a look of seriousness and panic.

"What? Where? Okay...okay, I'm coming right now!"

Lin Fang's hands were trembling after she hung up the phone.

"What's wrong, Sister Fang?" Chen Feng's heart sank, and a bad premonition welled up in his mind.

Lin Fang turned her head, her face pale: "Xiao Ya... something happened."

"Xiaoya?" Chen Feng was taken aback, then realized, "That waitress?"

"She's in the hospital." Lin Fang's voice trembled slightly. "The police called and said she... was found unconscious in the roadside bushes, her body... her body..."

Lin Fang bit her lip, not saying anything more, but her eyes reddened.

Chen Feng clenched his fist instantly, his knuckles cracking.

"I'll go with you."

……

Emergency Department, Donghai City Third People's Hospital.

The corridor reeked of disinfectant. When Chen Feng and Lin Fang arrived, two police officers were taking statements.

On the hospital bed, the girl named Xiaoya lay there like a broken rag doll. She was covered with a white sheet, but her face was swollen like a pig's head, her neck was covered with pinch marks, and her arms were covered with bruises and even cigarette burn marks.

Lin Fang covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Who did this?" Chen Feng's voice was as cold as an icebox.

A young police officer turned around and glanced at Chen Feng: "Are you a family member?"

"I'm her colleague," Chen Feng said, "and also the one who saved her that day."

The police officer frowned: "The investigation is still ongoing. The victim is currently disoriented and talking nonsense. However, judging from the injuries, he was attacked by multiple people..."

The police officer didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Chen Feng looked at the girl on the hospital bed who had once timidly called him "thank you," and the image of her staggering away on that rainy night flashed through his mind.

That was the five yuan he gave her; that was the money he gave her to go home.

As a result, she was unable to go home.

"It's Wang Defa," Chen Feng squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"Do you have any evidence?" the police officer asked. "Don't speak recklessly without evidence."

"No evidence is needed." Chen Feng turned and left.

"Stop right there!" the police officer shouted. "What do you think you're doing? Seeking revenge is illegal!"

Lin Fang grabbed Chen Feng's arm and held on tightly: "Chen Feng! Don't be impulsive! This is a police station! And what about Wang Defa's side..."

"What happened to him?" Chen Feng turned around, his eyes bloodshot.

Lin Fang gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "I just received news that Wang Defa was drinking with some business partners last night and has an alibi. Moreover... the person who did the attack left no trace, and there are no surveillance cameras in that area."

"An alibi?" Chen Feng sneered. "Does this old fox need to do the killing himself?"

He remembered the Santana parked opposite the glittering building, and the feeling of being spied on that night.

This is revenge.

Naked revenge.

It was not only revenge for Xiaoya's disobedience, but also revenge for Chen Feng's meddling.

Wang Defa was telling him: You can save her once, but not forever. You can fight, but I have a hundred ways to make the people around you suffer.

"Chen Feng..." Lin Fang looked at his terrifying eyes, her voice trembling slightly, "Leave this to me. I'll talk to Sister Hong and have her handle it..."

"Sister Hong?" Chen Feng interrupted her. "Sister Hong is a businesswoman. Wang Defa is a big client. Would she really risk falling out with a big client for a mere waitress? Do you think that's possible?"

Lin Fang fell silent. She knew Chen Feng was telling the truth. In this glittering world, where profit reigns supreme, low-level part-time employees like Xiaoya were like ants—no one truly cared whether they lived or died.

"So what do you want to do?" Lin Fang asked. "Kill him? And then what? Go in too? What about your mother? What about me and Liu Yu?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Chen Feng's head.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to calm down. The breathing technique taught by the old beggar circulated wildly within his body, suppressing the violent urge to kill.

"I don't kill people."

Chen Feng opened his eyes, the redness in them fading, replaced by a chilling stillness.

"But I will let him know that there are some rules that even a beast like him has to follow."

He broke free from Lin Fang's hand, walked to the bedside, and gently put Xiao Ya's exposed hand under the sheet.

"Take good care of yourself and get well soon," he said softly. "I'll seek justice for you."

After leaving the hospital, Chen Feng neither returned to the magnificent Golden Palace nor to the attic.

He went to a place—a hardware store in the old town.

"Boss, give me a steel pipe," Chen Feng said. "A solid one, one that's easy to handle."

The shop owner was a bald old man. He glanced at Chen Feng's attire, didn't ask any questions, and pulled out a one-meter-long steel pipe from behind him, throwing it to him: "Ten yuan."

Chen Feng dropped off ten yuan, picked up the steel pipe, and left.

He made a phone call from a public phone booth on the side of the road.

"Hey, monkey."

"Feng... Brother Feng? What's wrong?" The monkey's voice was a little groggy, clearly still asleep.

"Help me investigate something." Chen Feng looked at the cold steel pipe in his hand. "Where does Wang Defa's driver usually hang out? And what was the license plate number of that Santana from that night?"

The monkey suddenly snapped to attention: "Brother Feng, what are you trying to do? That driver is one of Mad Dog Qiang's men!"

"Mad Dog Qiang?" Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, that Mad Dog Qiang who runs a transportation business in the south of the city, he employs a bunch of thugs. Wang Defa is very close to him, and he gets a lot of the dirty work done by Mad Dog Qiang's men."

Chen Feng hung up the phone, a cold, sharp smile playing on his lips. He muttered to himself, "Screw that mad dog Qiang."

Since this puddle is already muddy, let's make it even muddier.

In the old town of Nancheng, there is a notorious "dirty street".

During the day, this place is a hub for auto repair shops and scrap yards, with oil stains everywhere and flies swarming around. But at night, it transforms into something else entirely—streetwalkers, pickpockets, and even shady "black cabs" (illegal taxis) all flock here.

"Achoo!"

The monkey sneezed, shrank his neck, and turned up his collar to block the wind. He squatted in the alley opposite a car repair shop, holding a half-eaten jianbing guozi in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on a black Santana parked in front of the repair shop.

That's Wang Defa's car.

But the car didn't belong to Wang Defa; it belonged to the driver known as "Black Dog."

"Brother Feng, it's that one." Monkey lowered his voice and said to Chen Feng beside him, "That bastard Black Dog, he usually plays cards at this repair shop when he has no work. He's Mad Dog Qiang's distant cousin, and he acts like a tyrant around here because of Mad Dog Qiang's influence."

Chen Feng leaned against the wall, holding a long, rectangular cloth bag in his hand, which he had bought casually at the morning market to carry steel pipes.

He didn't speak, he just stared quietly at the Santana.

Half an hour ago, he had the monkey lead him here. Although the monkey was afraid, it still came. This made Chen Feng think more highly of the skinny monkey.

"Brother Feng, if you really mess with him, Mad Dog Qiang definitely won't let it go." Monkey swallowed, his voice trembling slightly. "Mad Dog Qiang is a real local tyrant. He has dozens of men under his command, and he also controls a sand pit and a transport team. He's not like us, the ones who guard the place."

"Battlefield?" Chen Feng caught the word.

"Yes, he basically monopolizes the sand and gravel business in the south of the city. I heard he has someone backing him up."

Chen Feng nodded. Sand and gravel—this is a highly profitable industry. It's not just about fighting; there's a huge chain of interests behind it.

"Monkey, are you scared?" Chen Feng suddenly asked.

Monkey paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile: "Of course I'm scared. Who isn't afraid of Mad Dog Qiang? But... Brother Feng, you stood up for Xiaoya, and I think you're a real man. Even though I'm a coward, I know what loyalty is."

Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder: "You don't need to show your face. I'll go by myself later."

"Huh? Then you..."

"Just watch."

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he picked up his cloth bag and walked out of the shadows.