Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The repair shop was filled with smoke, and several shirtless men were playing cards around a greasy table, their loud shouts carrying far.

"Bomb! Three Ks! Pay up, pay up!"

A man with a burly face and a scorpion tattoo on his bald head slammed his cards on the table and proudly stretched out his hand.

He is Black Dog.

"Hey Dog, you're on a winning streak today, aren't you?" A henchman next to him said with a fawning smile, offering him a cigarette.

"That's right, that chick was pretty hot last night, she brought me good luck." Black Dog grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his tone lewd, "Although her face was a bit swollen, her figure... tsk tsk, she's still a virgin."

The surrounding men let out a knowing, lewd laugh.

"President Wang is really ruthless; he had it done directly."

"Ruthless? That's called the rules!" Black Dog exhaled a smoke ring. "Dare to disrespect Boss Wang? This is what happens. I heard it's a magnificent place? That security guard, what's his name, Chen Feng, dared to stop him? If I run into him next time, I'll break that kid's legs."

Before he could finish speaking, the light at the doorway suddenly dimmed.

A tall figure blocked the afternoon sun.

The black dog squinted and cursed, "Who's there? Blocking the light! Get out of the way!"

Chen Feng didn't move.

He slowly walked into the repair shop, his steady footsteps standing out starkly in the noisy environment.

"Are you Black Dog?" Chen Feng's voice was calm, as if he were asking for directions.

The black dog paused for a moment, then sized Chen Feng up and down: "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Chen Feng placed the cloth bag he was carrying on the table with a dull thud. It was the sound of metal striking a wooden table.

"I am Chen Feng."

In that instant, the repair shop fell silent.

The smiles on the faces of the men who had been laughing and talking loudly just moments before instantly froze.

The black dog's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand instinctively reached behind his waist—where a switchblade was tucked.

"So you're the one..." The black dog stood up, his face menacing. "Well, I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep! You've got a path to heaven, but you won't take it..."

"Was it you who led the men to do what happened to Xiaoya last night?" Chen Feng interrupted him.

Black Dog sneered, "So what if she is? That bitch won't listen to reason, let's give her a good spanking, brothers... Ah!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Feng had already made his move.

No one even saw how he made his move.

Chen Feng grabbed the cloth bag on the table, along with the steel pipe inside, and slammed it hard into the black dog's outstretched hand!

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The black dog howled and clutched its paw, its face contorted in pain.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

The henchmen around them realized what was happening and quickly grabbed wrenches and iron bars, surrounding the area.

Chen Feng didn't waste any words. He ripped off the cloth bag, revealing the cold steel pipe.

This is an unequal battle.

It wasn't a disparity in numbers, but rather a crushing defeat in terms of momentum and strength.

Chen Feng was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep. His movements were devoid of any fancy moves; every strike landed precisely on the opponent's joints or vulnerable spots.

He didn't kill him; he didn't hit his head or any vital organs.

But he wanted to make them feel pain, pain to the bone.

"Bang!"

One of the henchmen was hit in the knee and fell to his knees.

"when!"

Another henchman had his wrench knocked from his hand, followed by a blow to his thigh with a stick, sending him flying sideways and crashing into a pile of tires.

Less than three minutes.

The repair shop was filled with people lying on the floor, their cries of pain echoing throughout.

Only the black dog remained standing, but he had retreated to the corner of the wall, looking at Chen Feng with a terrified expression, as if he were looking at a monster.

"You...you stay away...I'm Qiang's man...Mad Dog Qiang is my cousin!" Black Dog roared, sounding fierce but actually weak.

Chen Feng ignored him and approached step by step, carrying a steel pipe.

The steel pipe dragged on the ground, making a screeching sound.

"Which hand did you use to touch her that night?" Chen Feng walked up to the black dog and looked down at him.

"I...I didn't..." The black dog was so scared that its legs went weak.

"Not going to talk?" Chen Feng raised the steel pipe.

"Left hand! Left hand!" the black dog screamed in despair. "I only touched it! Really! The rest was done by someone else!"

"Who else?"

"They're all Qiang's men... the money came from Boss Wang..."

Chen Feng nodded.

"Then let's start by collecting some interest."

"Bang!"

The steel pipe fell.

The black dog's left arm instantly twisted at a bizarre angle.

The screams nearly blew the roof off the repair shop.

Chen Feng threw away the blood-stained steel pipe, took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket, and wiped his hands.

He looked at the black dog rolling on the ground and said coldly, "Go back and tell Mad Dog Qiang, and also tell Wang Defa."

"This matter is not over."

After saying that, Chen Feng turned and walked out of the repair shop.

Outside the door, the monkey stared in disbelief at everything, its mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"Feng... Brother Feng..." the monkey stammered, "You... you're too..."

Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go. Let's go eat."

"Huh? Time to eat?"

"I'm hungry."

……

Half an hour later, in Mad Dog Qiang's battlefield office.

"Snapped!"

An ashtray was smashed to pieces on the ground.

Mad Dog Qiang—a burly, bald man with a thick beard and a face full of scars—was furious.

"What did you say? Black Dog got crippled? Right there at the auto repair shop in the old street?" Mad Dog pointed at his henchman who had returned with the news. "Who did it? Which gang?"

"Yes... he's a bodyguard in a magnificent palace, named Chen Feng," the underling stammered.

"Magnificent and resplendent?" Mad Dog narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint in them. "Jiang Hong's man? When did Jiang Hong raise such a mad dog, daring to bite me like that?"

"Brother Qiang, that kid is ruthless. He took on five or six of our brothers by himself, and Black Dog's arm was broken."

Mad Dog Qiang sneered, pulled a sawed-off shotgun from the drawer, and slammed it on the table.

"Ruthless? In the South City, who can beat me, Mad Dog, in ruthlessness?"

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Wang. This is Qiang." Mad Dog Qiang's tone softened slightly, but it still carried a murderous aura. "That kid you mentioned last time crippled my cousin."

Wang Defa's gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone: "A-Qiang, you handle this. I want that kid's life, money is no object."

"That's enough, Mr. Wang's words." Mad Dog hung up the phone, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Pass the word down," Mad Dog Qiang roared at his men, "Bring your weapons tonight and block the entrance of Jinbihuihuang! I want to see if Jiang Hong really dares to turn against me for a mere security guard!"

……

The manager's office was resplendent in gold.

Jiang Hong was sitting in the boss's chair, holding a document in her hand, her brows furrowed.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Blackie walked in, a gloating look on his face: "Sister Hong, something's happened."

"What is it?" Jiang Hong asked without looking up.

"That kid Chen Feng just went to the auto repair shop on Old Street and crippled Mad Dog Qiang's cousin, Black Dog." Blackie's tone was filled with barely suppressed excitement. "Mad Dog Qiang has already said that he's bringing his men to block our door tonight and demand his release."

Jiang Hong paused for a moment, then slowly raised her head.

"Cripple the black dog?"

"Yeah! I heard he lost an arm, a comminuted fracture." Blackie added fuel to the fire, "Sister Hong, this Chen Feng is too lawless. He's really slapped Mad Dog Qiang in the face! Is Mad Dog Qiang someone to mess with? Our place is going to be in big trouble now."

Jiang Hong put down the documents, stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked at the bustling traffic outside.

She knew Mad Dog Qiang. He was a cancer in the southern part of the city, who made his fortune by monopolizing sand and gravel transportation and had a gang of thugs under his command, making him a headache even for the police.

Normally, people who live in opulent luxury keep to themselves and avoid conflict with such individuals.

But now, Chen Feng has broken through this barrier.

"Sister Hong, how about... we hand Chen Feng over?" Blackie asked tentatively. "Anyway, he caused this mess himself, it has nothing to do with us. It's not worth offending Mad Dog Qiang for a security guard."