Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng turned around, looking at the dark, rainy night outside, his killing intent in his eyes even stronger than the darkness.

He originally thought that Mad Dog Qiang had been subdued by Master Jiu at the teahouse that day, but he didn't expect that the bastard would admit defeat on the surface but secretly spend a lot of money to hire an assassin to take his life.

If it weren't for his good fortune and the fact that his brothers risked their lives to protect him, Chen Feng would probably be the one kneeling here having his teeth pulled right now.

"Mad Dog Qiang..."

"Good...very good."

The air behind the mountain was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Chen Feng stood there, his back to everyone, having smoked half a cigarette; the ash was already so thick it was about to fall off.

Monkey and Er Gou exchanged a glance, neither daring to speak.

They had followed Chen Feng for so long and had never seen him like this before.

That wasn't fear, nor was it panic.

It was a suppressed anger, like the deathly silence before a volcanic eruption.

"Brother Feng..." Monkey tentatively asked, "What should we do with these guys?"

Chen Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping over the six dying assassins on the ground.

"Keep two." His voice was icy. "The rest, send them on their way."

The monkey felt a chill run down its spine.

Send them on their way?

That means they're going to kill him to silence him.

"Brother Feng, this..."

"They're professional hitmen. How many people have they killed?" Chen Feng interrupted him. "They were responsible for the serial murders in Donghai City five years ago. Four lives lost, and the case is still unsolved. If we let them go today, they'll be back tomorrow."

The monkey fell silent.

Chen Feng is right.

These people are outlaws; keeping them around will only cause trouble.

"Keep those two," Chen Feng pointed to "Ghost Shadow" and the other skinny man, "give them to Zhao Gang. The remaining four..."

Da Zhuang nodded, his eyes showing no emotion.

He picked up the machete and walked toward the four assassins who were still struggling on the ground.

No nonsense, no hesitation.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

After four muffled thuds, everything fell silent.

......

In the early hours of the morning, a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.

The rain had stopped, and the air was filled with the earthy smell and the metallic rust of blood.

Chen Feng stood on the edge of the cliff, watching his men throw the four corpses off.

The bottomless cliff swallowed everything.

"Let's go." Chen Feng turned around. "It's time to deliver the goods."

......

Late at night, at the entrance of the police station where Zhao Gang works in the South District.

A wrecked bread truck sped past, its door suddenly yanked open, and two people, bound hand and foot and covered in blood, were kicked out and tumbled down the steps.

The car sped away, disappearing into the dawn.

The on-duty police officer rushed out and was stunned when he saw what was happening.

"What the hell is going on?!"

After they carried the people inside and examined them carefully, they discovered that the two were actually members of the "Ghost Hand Society" who had been wanted for many years.

Upon receiving the news, Zhao Gang rushed to the scene.

Looking at the two dying assassins on the ground, and then at their bloodied mouths—their teeth had been pulled out in half—Zhao Gang's eyes twitched violently.

He knew this was Chen Feng's "return gift".

The five-year-old cold case is finally starting to take shape.

As for where the other four assassins went...

Zhao Gang didn't ask, nor did he want to.

Some things are better left unseen.

......

The following morning, at Fenghua's office at the battlefield.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, but it couldn't dispel the heavy atmosphere in the room.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes bloodshot.

He didn't sleep all night, and only one thought kept running through his mind—to kill Mad Dog Qiang.

This mad dog, on the surface, is obsequious to Master Jiu, but behind the scenes he spends 300,000 to hire an assassin to take his life.

If it weren't for his good fortune, if it weren't for Ghost Hand Zhang's advice, if it weren't for his brothers risking their lives to protect him...

He, Chen Feng, is now a cold corpse, lying in some unknown stinking ditch.

"Brother Feng, you haven't slept all night." Monkey walked in carrying a cup of hot tea, his face filled with concern. "Why don't you take a nap first?"

Chen Feng waved his hand and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Monkey, do you think it's feasible for me to just take down Mad Dog Qiang right now?"

The monkey paused for a moment, then its expression turned serious.

Having been by Chen Feng's side for so long, he naturally knew the weight of this question.

"Brother Feng, that bastard Mad Dog Qiang really deserves to die. But..." Monkey carefully chose his words, "He is, after all, Master Jiu's man."

Although Ninth Master reprimanded him in public last time, he didn't dismiss him, which means that Ninth Master still needs him.

If we take action on our own, it will be tantamount to challenging Ninth Master's authority.

Chen Feng remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Of course he knows this principle.

Ninth Master is the underground emperor of the South District. He has been operating for decades, and his influence and reach are far beyond what Chen Feng can match. Moreover, Chen Feng's current business in the sand pits and casinos are all operating on Ninth Master's territory, and he has to hand over 20% of the profits every month.

If he offends Ninth Master, he can forget about making a living in the South City.

He turned to look at the monkey: "How's Iron Head doing lately?"

Monkey thought for a moment and said, "According to our informant, ever since we used his information to trick Mad Dog Qiang last time, Mad Dog Qiang has become much more wary of these old brothers. Especially Iron Head, who basically has no access to core business now and just works as a doorman in a few run-down places."

"Highly guarded?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a playful smile. "That's a good thing. Once suspicion arises, it's like weeds—it only grows wilder and wilder."

"Monkey, contact Ironhead. Same place tonight, I want to see him."

"Brother Feng, he's been marginalized now, is he still of any use?"

"Sometimes, even a useless move can become a killing move." Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the busy battlefield. "It all depends on how you use it."

……

Late at night, at that abandoned old dock.

The river wind was still biting, making the rusty tin clatter.

Tie Tou arrived as promised.

Compared to the last time we met, Tie Tou looked even more disheveled today. His beard was unkempt, his signature leather jacket was worn out, and his eyes were bloodshot—the marks of long-term alcoholism and insomnia.

Chen Feng leaned against the hood of the car, fiddling with a lighter in his hand, the flame leaping in the wind.

"They're here."

"What do you want from me?" Tie Tou's voice was hoarse, tinged with impatience. "I'm just a gatekeeper now, I can't help you with anything."

"Can't help me?" Chen Feng chuckled, tossing him a cigarette. "I heard Mad Dog Qiang has struck it rich again? He opened a new underground casino, and business is booming."

Iron Head took the cigarette, but didn't light it. He just clenched it tightly in his hand: "That was Snake Eyes' doing. It has nothing to do with me."

"Snake Eyes..." Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring, "A greenhorn who's only been with him for two years has already climbed over your head? Iron Head, you're sitting on that 'Four Great Vajras' leader position a bit suffocated."

"What exactly are you trying to say?!" Tie Tou was hit where it hurt, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes fierce.

"It's nothing, I just feel sorry for you," Chen Feng said calmly. "Do you know that Mad Dog Qiang spent 300,000 yuan a few days ago to hire an assassin to kill me?"

Iron Head paused for a moment, then frowned: "Assassin? I don't know."

"Of course you don't know," Chen Feng said, looking into his eyes with a chilling tone. "Because he simply doesn't trust you anymore. He entrusted a huge deal worth 300,000 to that outsider, Snake Eyes, yet he's wary of you, his brother of over ten years. Tell me, why is that?"

Tie Tou's face turned extremely ugly.

Why?