Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Ignoring the pain in his wound, he struggled to stand up from the sofa, said to Lin Fang, "I'll see you off," and chased after her.

"Chen Feng!" Lin Fang called out from behind, her voice clearly displeased.

Chen Feng pretended not to hear and limped after him out the door.

"Hey! Hao Mei! Wait a minute!"

Hao Mei didn't stop; her high heels clicked even faster as she reached the elevator.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from his wound, and pressed down on the elevator door before it closed.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I have something to tell you!"

Hao Mei stood in the elevator, looking at him coldly.

The elevator lights shone on her face, clearly revealing the hint of disappointment in the corner of her eyes that she hadn't yet managed to hide.

What are you going to say?

"I... um..." Chen Feng scratched his head, unsure how to begin. "Don't misunderstand, those two are my older sisters from my hometown."

"Sister?" Hao Mei sneered. "What kind of sister would wander around your house in her pajamas? What kind of sister would serve you tea and water and call you 'Brother Feng'?"

"It really is my older sister! The kind we grew up with!" Chen Feng exclaimed anxiously, sweating profusely. "I came to Donghai seeking refuge with them, and they've always taken care of me..."

"Alright." Hao Mei raised her hand, interrupting him. "What's our relationship? Why are you explaining this to me?"

Chen Feng was taken aback: "Huh?"

This question was like a bucket of cold water, dousing Chen Feng from head to toe.

Yeah, what's their relationship?

A meal? A bouquet of roses? A few phone calls?

He never made anything clear, and Hao Mei never promised anything.

What gives him the right to explain? And what makes him feel guilty?

"I……"

"You don't need to answer." Hao Mei turned her face away, no longer looking at him. "How many women you have in your family is none of my business. I came today only because I felt a little guilty that your injury might be related to Zhou Liren's matter. Now that I've seen you and expressed my feelings, I should go."

The elevator doors began to slowly close.

Chen Feng stood at the door, watching it close little by little, watching Hao Mei's feigned indifference disappear into the gap.

"Hao Mei!"

"Click."

The elevator doors closed completely.

Chen Feng stood in the corridor, watching the elevator numbers drop down one by one, feeling a mix of emotions.

The hallway was extremely quiet, with only his own heavy breathing as the only sound.

Chen Feng turned and walked towards his home. As soon as he entered, he sensed something was wrong. Two women were staring intently at him with their arms crossed.

Chen Feng huddled in the corner of the sofa, looking at Lin Fang and Liu Yu, who were staring at him with their arms crossed and scrutinizing expressions, and chuckled dryly.

"Well... I can explain..."

"Explain what?" Liu Yu scoffed. "Explain that you're the wind and she's the sand? Or explain that you're a cantaloupe and she's a melon?"

Chen Feng: "...Monkey! You son of a bitch!!"

On the balcony, the monkey was pretending to smoke. Hearing this, it jumped and shrank even further, wishing it could bury itself in a flowerpot.

Women are indeed the most difficult creatures to deal with in this world.

They are even more difficult to deal with than those assassins wielding blood-draining knives.

……

The following morning, at the Brocade Garden.

Chen Feng didn't sleep well all night; his wounds throbbed, but his mind kept racing.

Those six assassins were like six venomous snakes, lurking in the shadows, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

The monkey mobilized all his connections, turning Donghai City upside down, but couldn't find a single trace. These people were too professional; they appeared and disappeared without a trace, as if they had emerged from underground.

"It's better to take the initiative than to be passively attacked."

Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Since we can't find them, let's make them show themselves.

The best way for a hunter to catch a fox is not to chase it all over the mountains and fields, but to set a trap and let the fox walk into it on its own.

……

At 10 a.m., Chen Feng dialed a number.

"Feed?" Zhao Gang's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Commander Zhao, it's me, Chen Feng."

"What is it?"

"Director Zhao, I need your help with something. Would it be convenient for us to meet?"

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

"Noon, the usual place."

……

At noon, at a teahouse next to People's Park.

When Zhao Gang pushed the door open, Chen Feng was already sitting in a corner with a pot of tea in front of him.

"Brother Zhao, please sit down." Chen Feng stood up and gestured for Zhao Gang to sit down.

Zhao Gang looked him up and down, his gaze settling on the bandage wrapped around his left arm. His brow furrowed slightly. "Is the injury serious?"

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing to die from," Chen Feng said casually.

Zhao Gang put down his chopsticks, his expression turning serious: "Speak, what is it?"

Chen Feng didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Brother Zhao, I'd like to borrow something from you."

"What is that?"

"Stab-proof vest."

Zhao Gang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Stab-proof vests are police equipment, specifically designed to deal with knife-wielding assailants. Ordinary people simply can't get their hands on one.

"What do you need a stab-proof vest for?" Zhao Gang stared into Chen Feng's eyes, his tone turning serious.

He briefly recounted the events of that night's attack, including the six men's equipment, their coordination, and the bizarre knife they used specifically for bleeding.

"A slender blade, double-edged, with a deep blood groove along the edge, and an upturned tip..." Zhao Gang's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened. "Are you sure it's this kind of knife?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, I experienced it firsthand." Chen Feng pointed to his bandaged left arm. "If that cut had been half an inch deeper, my arm would be useless."

Zhao Gang remained silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

"You've seen this kind of knife before?" Chen Feng asked.

Zhao Gang's voice was low and solemn. "I've seen it. Five years ago, a series of murders occurred in Donghai City. All four victims died from excessive blood loss. The killer used this kind of bleeding knife, with extremely precise strikes, specifically targeting major arteries. With one cut, blood gushed out, leaving no time for rescue."

Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly: "And then? Did they catch them?"

"No." Zhao Gang shook his head, his tone filled with helplessness and anger. "Those guys disappeared after committing the crime, leaving no trace. We've investigated for over half a year, but haven't even caught a glimpse. The veteran detectives in the bureau all say that these guys are professional hitmen, specializing in doing dirty work, and they have a reputation in the underworld—"

"The Ghost Hand Society," Chen Feng continued.

Zhao Gang suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Feng: "You know?"

"Just a guess." Chen Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. "There aren't many people in Donghai City who can afford to hire assassins of this caliber."

"Why would Ghost Hand target you? Who did you offend?" Zhao Gang looked at Chen Feng with a puzzled expression.

Chen Feng opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

"Are you planning to settle this privately?" Zhao Gang frowned. "Chen Feng, I know you're not exactly a good boy, but this is a murder case. Logically, you should have called the police immediately, clearly describing the location of the attack and the suspect's physical characteristics so we could investigate."

"Investigate?" Chen Feng chuckled. "Brother Zhao, do you really think you can find out about the Ghost Hand Society with what you have right now?"

Zhao Gang remained silent.

"I'm not looking down on you guys." Chen Feng's smile faded, and his tone became unusually serious. "It's just that I know very well that at this critical juncture, if we really want to rely on the police, we'd rather rely on my own brothers."

"I don't want to die, and I don't want the people around me to die in vain under this invisible blade."

The room remained quiet for a long time.

"Chen Feng, I know you're a tough guy," Zhao Gang said, stubbing out his cigarette, his tone serious. "But this time, the opponent is different. The Ghost Hand Gang are ruthless criminals who crawled out of piles of corpses; they kill without blinking an eye. Are you sure you want to go head-to-head?"

"It's not a direct confrontation," a glint of shrewdness flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, "it's a trap."