Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng was the only one left in the alley.

He leaned against the wall, seemingly quite drunk, and staggered deeper into the alley, humming an unknown tune.

The unfinished building.

The skinny man gripped the guillotine in his hand excitedly: "Boss! The opportunity has come! There's infighting! Those bodyguards have all left!"

"Ghost" frowned, staring intently at the departing bread truck until its taillights completely disappeared at the end of the street. He observed for another five minutes, making sure there were no more sentries around.

Chen Feng's swaying figure appeared particularly lonely and vulnerable under the dim streetlights.

"Was he really drunk and acting crazy?" 'Ghost' muttered to himself, his doubts beginning to waver in the face of such a huge opportunity.

"Boss! If we don't make a move soon, he'll be gone!" the skinny man urged.

The hesitation in "Ghost's" eyes finally dissipated, replaced by a bloodthirsty gleam.

"This kid is too arrogant. Does he really think he's the chosen one and can't die?" 'Ghost Shadow' put on a mask and drew the bloodletting knife that glowed with blue light.

"Attack! Finish this quickly and chop off his head!"

In the darkness, six figures, like bats hunting their prey, glided silently into the deathly quiet alley.

Chen Feng leaned against the wall, vomiting, with his back to them.

But there wasn't a trace of drunkenness in his lowered eyes. His eyes were frighteningly clear, even carrying a hint of triumphant cruelty.

The fish has taken the bait.

A light rain began to fall from the sky, its pattering sound masking footsteps and washing away the impending stench of bloodshed.

Chen Feng leaned against the telephone pole, seemingly vomiting, but in reality, all his muscles were tense to the extreme. He could feel the airflow behind him change, and the piercing pain was a murderous aura.

Nearly.

ten meters.

five meters.

"Die!"

A low shout exploded in my ear.

The leader of the "ghosts" moved with lightning speed, his blood-draining blade whistling through the air as he aimed straight for Chen Feng's back! If the blow landed, his heart would be instantly shattered.

however--

Chen Feng did not dodge.

He turned abruptly, opening his arms as if embracing death.

"puff!"

The knife tip pierced the coat.

Immediately afterwards—

"when!!"

A dull clang of metal clashing.

The "ghost's" pupils contracted sharply, his wrist trembled violently, and his hand went numb. His knife had indeed pierced the skin, but it felt like there was a layer of steel inside!

Stab-proof vest!

The drunkenness on Chen Feng's face vanished, replaced by a chilling smile.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The "ghost" reacted extremely quickly, turning and retreating without saying a word.

But it's too late.

Clang!

At both ends of the alley, thick iron chains were suddenly pulled up and stretched across the air.

Immediately afterwards, a loud gunshot rang out overhead.

Er Gou stood on the platform on the second floor of the unfinished building, the muzzle of his double-barreled shotgun emitting blue smoke.

This shot wasn't meant to kill anyone; it was meant to tell them—don't move, or you'll die.

"Surround it!"

With a sharp shout from the monkey, a dozen or so men wielding steel pipes and machetes surged out from the shadows from all directions, completely surrounding the narrow alley.

The situation reversed instantly.

......

The "ghost" had a livid face, but showed no panic.

He glanced at the other five people and nodded slightly.

Without a word, the six instantly formed a circular formation back to back, their Bloodletting Blades wielding to create an impenetrable net of blades.

This is the Ghost Hand Society's desperate formation—since there's no escape, let's fight to the death!

Chen Feng sneered and turned to look at the imposing figure getting off the bread truck.

"Dazhuang".

"Here." Da Zhuang's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing the rage before a volcanic eruption.

"Find the one who cut off your finger yourself."

"it is good."

There is only one word.

"Ergou, go help."

Dazhuang's right hand was wrapped in a bandage soaked by the rain, from the wound of his severed finger. In his left hand, he carried a heavy machete, the blade gleaming coldly in the headlights.

Without any fancy moves, Da Zhuang, like a human tank, strode heavily and crashed straight into the assassins' circle.

"kill."

"Ghost Shadow" finally uttered its first and only word of the night.

The six bloodletting knives moved simultaneously, like six venomous snakes, stabbing towards Dazhuang and Ergou's eyes, throats, genitals, and knees respectively.

Perfectly coordinated, ruthless to the extreme.

If it were an ordinary person, they would be torn to pieces in one fell swoop.

But Dazhuang didn't dodge at all!

He merely turned his head slightly to avoid the knife aimed at his eye, while simultaneously raising his bandaged right hand and forcefully using his forearm to block the blade aimed at his throat.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced the flesh.

Da Zhuang didn't even utter a sound, nor did he even frown.

Taking advantage of that split second, he forcefully tore through the assassin's defensive perimeter and crashed into the crowd.

With the force of a thunderbolt, the axe in his left hand cleaved down fiercely!

The assassin who had cut off his finger reacted extremely quickly, raising his knife to block.

"when!!"

But this is not a heavyweight contest at all.

The Bloodletting Blade follows a light and unpredictable path, while Da Zhuang's Mountain-Splitting Axe is pure brute force!

The immense impact sent the bloodletting knife flying from the assassin's hand, and the axe, still brimming with momentum, slammed its back into the man's shoulder.

"Snap!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

The assassin groaned, and half of his body collapsed instantly, causing him to kneel in the mud.

The formation has been broken.

"Go!" Upon seeing this, the monkey roared and led his brothers to charge forward.

Although Chen Feng's men were not as skilled as professional assassins, they had the advantage of numbers, and each of them was equipped with books and protective gear to specifically counteract the cutting damage from the bleeding knife.

With Da Zhuang, that reckless madman, charging ahead, the Ghost Hand Society's defenses collapsed instantly.

This is an unequal hunt.

Chen Feng, holding a baton, fixed his gaze on the "ghostly figure."

"Ghost Shadow" slashed one of his underlings' thighs with a knife, and was about to finish him off when a baton came whistling through the air.

"Bang!"

The baton struck his wrist precisely.

"Ghost Shadow" trembled, almost dropping the blood-draining knife. He endured the excruciating pain, and a dagger appeared in his left hand without him noticing. He stabbed Chen Feng in the abdomen with a backhand thrust.

Wearing a stab-proof vest, Chen Feng completely ignored the attack, lunged forward, and delivered a powerful knee strike to "Ghost Shadow's" abdomen, followed by an elbow strike to the back of his neck.

"Thump."

The "ghost" suddenly went black and fell heavily into the muddy water.

five minutes.

Just five minutes.

The alley returned to silence, with only heavy breathing and the sound of rain remaining.

The six assassins of the "Ghost Hand Society," who once struck fear into the hearts of the underworld, now lay on the ground. Some had broken hands, some had broken legs, and although they were in pain, they remained defiantly silent, none of them begging for mercy.

Chen Feng wiped the rain off his face and walked over to pick up the bloodletting knife that had fallen to the ground.

The blade is long and slender with a deep blood groove.

"A fine knife," Chen Feng exclaimed.

Then he looked down at the "ghostly figure" still struggling at his feet.

He crouched down and patted the "ghost's" face, his voice eerily calm:

"The Ghost Hand Society? They're nothing special."

"Brother Feng, what should we do?" Monkey leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Take them to the back mountain," Chen Feng said coldly. "I have questions for you."

"Ergou, Monkey, drive the car over here," Chen Feng ordered. "Hurry up, and don't let anyone see you."

Ten minutes later, two vans carrying six hitmen, bound hand and foot, disappeared into the vast rainy night.

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