Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Iron Head...you son of a bitch..." Mad Dog Qiang's voice trembled, not with fear, but with rage—a boundless fury of betrayal and humiliation! "I...I treated you like a brother! And this is how you repay me?!"

"Brother Qiang, I..." Tie Tou took a step back, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"You bastard!" Mad Dog forcefully drew a dagger from his waist and pounced on Iron Head like a maddened beast. "I'll chop you to pieces today!"

"Brother Qiang! Calm down!" Tie Tou retreated in fear, but was blocked by the wall behind him.

"boom!"

Mad Dog Qiang punched Iron Head in the face, making him see stars and blood gushing from his nostrils.

Immediately afterwards, the dagger was plunged viciously into Iron Head's chest.

Ironhead desperately tried to turn to the side, the blade grazing his ribs and leaving a gruesome gash in his leather jacket, blood immediately soaking through his clothes.

"Ah—!" Tie Tou screamed and instinctively kicked Mad Dog Qiang in the stomach.

Mad Dog Qiang was kicked back two steps, but his killing intent did not diminish at all.

"It's either you or me today!" Mad Dog Qiang roared, raising his knife and lunging forward again.

The two men wrestled in the dimly lit warehouse, fists, daggers, roars, screams... all mixed together, like two dying beasts making their final struggle.

Chen Feng stood aside, observing coldly.

He even lit a cigarette and leisurely watched this good show of "brothers fighting each other".

Dazhuang stood beside him and asked in a low voice, "Brother Feng, do you need any help?"

"No need." Chen Feng exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes icy. "Let them handle it themselves."

……

Mad Dog Strong is not as physically strong as Iron Head.

After a few minutes of wrestling, his movements slowed down noticeably, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.

Iron Head seized the opportunity, snatched the dagger from Mad Dog's hand, and slashed him with a backhand!

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced Mad Dog Qiang's abdomen, and blood gushed out from the hilt.

"Uh..." Mad Dog Qiang's body suddenly stiffened. He looked down at the dagger stuck in his stomach, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Iron...Iron Head...you..."

Iron Head was panting heavily, his face covered in blood, but his eyes were flashing with an almost insane light.

He had no way out.

Having his affair exposed, Mad Dog Qiang will never let him off the hook, even if he doesn't die today.

That being the case...

"Brother Qiang, I'm sorry." Tie Tou gritted his teeth and pushed the dagger in a few more notches. "This is the path you chose."

"puff!"

He suddenly pulled out the dagger, and blood gushed out, splattering all over his face.

Mad Dog Qiang's body went limp and he collapsed, his hands covering the wound on his stomach, blood gushing out from between his fingers.

"Iron...Iron Head...you...bastard..." Mad Dog Qiang lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, still cursing incessantly, "I...I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

Tie Tou looked at the mad dog Qiang struggling on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

He knew that once he made that cut, there would be no turning back.

"Since things have come to this..." A ruthless glint flashed in Tie Tou's eyes as he raised his dagger and aimed it at Mad Dog Qiang's heart.

"Then I'll send you on your way!"

"Pfft!"

The dagger plunged deep into his heart.

Mad Dog Qiang's body convulsed violently a few times, then became completely still.

Those bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling, unable to close until their death.

……

The warehouse was deathly silent. In an inconspicuous dark corner, a red dot was flashing with extreme regularity. That red indicator light, like a mocking eye, blinked repeatedly.

The monkey, holding a handheld video camera, recorded the entire scene.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. Mad Dog Qiang's body lay on the cold cement floor, his unseeing eyes staring straight at the ceiling, a final curse still lingering on his lips.

Iron Head stood beside the corpse, a blood-dripping dagger in his hand, looking as if all his strength had been drained away.

His chest heaved violently, his face covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, making it impossible to tell whether it was his own or that of the mad dog Qiang.

Sudden--

"Ha...haha...hahahaha!"

Iron Head tilted his head back and let out a strange, maniacal laugh.

The laughter echoed through the empty warehouse, carrying an almost manic quality that sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"Dead...dead?"

"I'm going to be the boss... I'm going to be the boss!" Iron Head's eyes widened, pupils dilated slightly, and his lips curled into an exaggerated grin. "More than ten years... more than ten years! I've finally made it! Hahahaha!"

He danced wildly beside the corpse, kicking Mad Dog Qiang's leg like a madman—a perverse release of long-suppressed emotions.

"You dare insult me! You dare look down on me! You dare give that greenhorn Snake Eyes face! Now you're a dead dog, I'm the boss! I'm the boss!"

Dazhuang and Ergou exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

This kid... has he gone crazy?

However, this frenzy lasted only a dozen seconds.

As the adrenaline subsided, a bone-chilling cold instantly swept through his body. Iron Head stared at the unseeing, wide-eyed face on the ground—it was his older brother of over a decade.

Tie Tou collapsed to his knees beside the corpse with a thud, frantically trying to cover the bleeding wound, only to find it was too late.

"Brother Qiang... I'm sorry... I was forced into it..."

Tie Tou lay on top of Mad Dog Qiang, trembling all over, tears and blood dripping onto the ground.

"More than ten years...we've been brothers for more than ten years...I didn't want this...I really didn't want this..."

He looked up, his face streaked with tears, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "That little slut seduced me first! Hong Gu... that bitch Hong Gu! She came to me on her own! I didn't mean to betray you, Brother Qiang!"

Only Tie Tou's intermittent sobs echoed in the warehouse, sounding particularly mournful in the empty space.

As he cried, Tie Tou suddenly raised his head, his face, covered in blood and tears, instantly contorting into a hideous grimace. He stared intently at Chen Feng, who was standing in the shadows smoking, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"It was you... Chen Feng! You forced me to do this!"

Tie Tou's crying gradually stopped, and when he raised his head again, the sadness in his eyes had been replaced by a ferocious hatred.

He suddenly stood up, covered in blood, like a wounded wild beast, his gaze fixed on Chen Feng, who was standing a few meters away.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Tie Tou staggered toward Chen Feng, still clutching the bloodstained dagger tightly in his hand.

……

Chen Feng did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, still leisurely playing with a small camera in his hand, occasionally leaning over to look at the screen.

"Brother Feng..." Er Gou leaned closer and whispered, "Has this kid gone mad? He's crying one minute and laughing the next, like a lunatic."

Chen Feng glanced at Tie Tou, who was getting closer and closer, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Give him a wake-up call."

Er Gou instantly understood, grinned, and said, "Alright!"

Iron Head had already walked up to Chen Feng, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred, and he raised his dagger, about to say something—

"Chen Feng! You fucking framed me—"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the warehouse.