Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

About one kilometer from the cliff at the back of the mountain, near Fenghua Sand Field.

This kind of place is perfect for doing things that "cannot be seen in the light of day".

The bread truck was parked on the bumpy road, its headlights glaringly illuminating the desolate wilderness.

Six assassins were dragged out of the car and thrown onto the muddy ground like rag dolls. Rain lashed their faces, but none of them opened their eyes.

Chen Feng got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Single out the guy who chopped off Big Strong's finger."

Er Gou understood, grabbed the hair of the assassin with the broken shoulder, and dragged him in front of Chen Feng.

The man in black was a notorious ruthless figure in the Ghost Hand Society. Even with his shoulder shattered and cold sweat pouring down his face from the pain, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Chen Feng squatted down and patted his face.

"Last time on that road, you were the one who cut off my brother's finger, weren't you?"

The man in black did not answer, but stared at Chen Feng with his cold eyes as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Not going to say anything? No problem." Chen Feng stood up, turned to look at Da Zhuang, and said, "You can handle it yourself."

Dazhuang couldn't wait any longer.

He strode forward, pulled the axe from his waist, and slammed it into the ground with a "crack," splashing up a cloud of mud and water.

Then, he stepped on Scarface's right wrist and pinned the hand to the ground.

"You cut one off me," Da Zhuang's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from hell, "I'll give you ten back."

The man in black finally showed a flicker of emotion in his pupils.

But he still didn't beg for mercy; he just clenched his teeth tightly, his veins bulging.

The axe was raised high—

"Snap!"

A finger was severed at the root, flew a long way, and landed in the mud.

The man in black convulsed violently, letting out a low, beast-like growl, but he managed not to utter a sound.

"Snap!"

The second one.

"Snap!"

The third one.

......

When the fifth finger hit the ground, the man in black finally couldn't hold on any longer and let out a piercing scream.

"ah--!!"

The scream echoed through the silent back hills, startling a flock of night birds.

The five assassins beside him, though ruthless men, turned pale upon seeing this scene.

Dazhuang didn't stop.

"Snap!"

The sixth one.

"Snap!"

The seventh one.

......

When the last finger hit the ground, the man in black had already fainted from the pain.

His right hand was reduced to a bloody, mangled limb, all ten fingers severed and scattered across the muddy ground, a horrifying sight.

Da Zhuang threw down his axe, his chest heaving violently, and the anger in his eyes finally subsided a little.

"happy."

He only said those two words.

The rain gradually subsided, but the stench of blood in the air grew stronger.

Chen Feng walked up to the "ghostly figure" and looked down at it.

"Now, it's your turn."

The "ghost's" eyes remained cold, but the previous mockery was gone from his lips. He had watched as his accomplice's ten fingers were severed one by one, and all hope in his heart had vanished.

This young man was even more ruthless than he had imagined.

"I only have one question," Chen Feng crouched down to look him in the eye, "Who hired you?"

"Ghost Shadow" took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from trembling: "You should know the rules. In our line of work, if you betray your employer, even if you get out alive, you'll be hunted down and killed by your colleagues."

Chen Feng laughed, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"You only have two choices now. First, tell me who your employer is, and I'll give you a quick death and leave you with a whole corpse. Second..."

Chen Fengchong waved to Er Gou, who was standing next to him.

Er Gou walked over with a sinister grin, holding a large, rusty pair of pliers with dark red rust marks on the jaws.

"Do you know what this thing can do?" Chen Feng gently tapped "Ghost's" lips with the pliers. "Pull out nails, cut wires, and of course... pull out teeth."

The "ghost's" eyes finally showed a slight change.

But he remained clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

"Industry rules, is that it? You can't betray your employer?" Chen Feng sneered.

He turned to Dazhuang: "Hold him down. I want to see how tough your mouth really is!"

Da Zhuang grabbed "Ghost Shadow's" chin and forcibly pried open his mouth.

The pliers were inserted.

"Ugh! Ugh!!"

"Click."

A sickening cracking sound rang out, followed by a dull snapping sound.

"puff!"

Er Gou pulled hard, and a bloody molar was pulled out by the root.

"ah--!!!"

The "ghost's" screams almost tore his vocal cords apart. The intense pain caused his whole body to spasm, and tears and snot instantly covered his face.

"Will you tell or not?"

The ghost was writhing on the ground in pain, but still wouldn't let go.

"Not going to talk?" Chen Feng looked at him coldly. "Continue."

"Click."

The second one.

"Click."

The third one.

"Ghost" went mad, completely mad. The pain of having his nerves ripped apart was something no human will could withstand. He struggled desperately, his head banging against the ground with loud thuds.

The four assassins standing nearby watched their leader suffer such torture, and their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop pulling! I'll talk!!"

Finally, the young assassin kneeling on the far right broke down and cried, his head hitting the gravel, bleeding profusely.

Chen Feng raised his hand, signaling Er Gou to stop.

"explain."

The young assassin trembled, crying out, "We don't know their real names! We really don't! We only contact them through a single point of contact when we get jobs! But... but this client is very strange!"

"What's strange about it?" Chen Feng walked up to him.

"He...he calls himself 'Erlang Shen'! And his henchman is called 'Howling Celestial Dog'!"

"Erlang Shen? Howling Celestial Dog?" The monkey chuckled from the side. "Is this some kind of Journey to the West movie? How dare they use such childish names?"

Chen Feng didn't laugh; instead, his brows furrowed slightly. "Anything else? Besides the code name, what other characteristics do you have?"

The assassin swallowed hard, desperately trying to recall: "Although that 'Erlang Shen' was wearing a mask and hat, and his voice was lowered, but... when he gave me the money, I smelled a certain odor on him!"

"What does it taste like?"

"It's a mixed bag! It smells like...like lime powder mixed with the cheapest perfume you get in nightclubs, and there's a hint of smoke in it. It's pungent and awful!"

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"And that 'Howling Celestial Dog'!" the assassin continued. "That guy is very thin, really like a dog. And... and one of his eyes isn't working well; sometimes he has to tilt his head to see people, like he has an eye disease!"

It smells like lime.

It smells like cheap perfume.

Erlang Shen with his celestial dog.

That attendant had a problem with one eye; when he looked at people, it was like seeing a snake's eye!

All the clues instantly connected in Chen Feng's mind, converging into a sinister yet familiar face.

In the southern part of the city, he runs a sand and gravel building materials business (smelling of lime), a nightclub (smelling of cosmetics), and is accompanied by a confidant named Snake Eyes (who has an eye disease).

Besides Mad Dog Qiang, who else could it be?

"Oh……"

Chen Feng suddenly burst out laughing, the sound particularly eerie in the empty shed.

"What a fine Erlang Shen! What a fine celestial hound!"