Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Twenty minutes later.

The screech of brakes echoed outside the old warehouse, followed by a cacophony of footsteps and shouts. Three Jinbei vans were parked haphazardly in front of the warehouse, their headlights illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Snake Eyes jumped out of the car, carrying a gleaming machete, followed by about twenty menacing henchmen. At that moment, his single eye gleamed with greed and excitement.

Mad Dog Qiang got stabbed?

This was incredibly good news for him! If Mad Dog Qiang were dead or crippled, his status in the South District would be...

However, Snake Eyes, having risen to power through scheming and trickery, never lost his basic vigilance despite his excitement.

"Ah Long, you take six men and keep watch outside!" Snake Eyes roared at a bald henchman. "Keep your eyes peeled, and if there's any disturbance, rush in immediately!"

"Yes, Brother Eye!"

After arranging the perimeter security, Snake Eyes led the remaining henchmen and rushed towards the warehouse gate.

He was too impatient, eager to confirm whether Mad Dog Qiang was alive or dead, and eager to take control of the situation as soon as possible.

"Iron Head! Where's Brother Qiang?!"

Snake Eyes kicked open the half-closed iron door and rushed into the dimly lit warehouse.

Iron Head, clutching his arm—the one Mad Dog had slashed earlier—leaned against the wall, his face contorted in pain. He pointed deep into the warehouse: "In...inside...there's so much blood...quick...quick, go check..."

Snake Eyes glanced at Iron Head's disheveled appearance, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

This good-for-nothing is truly useless; he can't even protect the boss. Once I'm in power, you'll be the first one I deal with.

He strode towards the depths of the warehouse and sure enough, he saw a person lying on the ground, covered with an oilcloth, with a foot wearing a leather shoe showing, surrounded by blood.

"Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang, how are you?"

Snake Eyes shouted and ran over, but his pace suddenly slowed down when he was five meters away from the corpse.

As the most insidious strategist by Mad Dog Qiang's side, his years of experience licking blood off the edge of a knife made him instinctively sense that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

The instinct honed through years of risking his life sent chills down his spine. Where was "Boss Zhou," the legendary figure who attacked Mad Dog Qiang? Why was Tie Tou the only one here? And although there was a smell of blood in the air, there was an even more suffocating murderous aura!

Just then, the tattered cloth covering the corpse was suddenly lifted, revealing a dead eye.

Those were Mad Dog Qiang's eyes, staring straight at Snake Eyes.

"Damn it! We've fallen for their trap! Let's get out of here!" Snake Eyes reacted quickly, turning around to run towards the door.

"Clang—!!!"

Just as they turned around, the huge iron door slammed shut with a loud bang.

At the same time, behind the mountains of containers piled up around the warehouse and on the abandoned platform on the second floor, several blinding flashlights suddenly shone, making it impossible for Snake Eyes and the others to open their eyes.

"Snake Eyes, you're already here, why the rush to leave? Brother Qiang has been waiting for you downstairs for a long time."

Iron Head stood in front of the tightly closed door, a heavy steel pipe suddenly appearing in his hand. Gone was the pain and cowardice from before; only a ferocious and sinister look remained on his face.

"Iron Head! You fucking rebelled?!" Snake Eyes exclaimed in shock, his one eye wide open. "You killed Brother Qiang?!"

"You got it right, but there's no prize."

A faint voice came from the shadows to the side. Chen Feng, a cigarette dangling from his mouth and hands in his pockets, slowly walked out. Behind him, Da Zhuang, Er Gou, and more than twenty elite Feng Hua brothers who had been lying in ambush surged out like a tide, instantly surrounding Snake Eyes and his dozen or so men.

"Chen Feng?!" The moment Snake Eyes saw Chen Feng, his heart sank. But he was a ruthless character after all, and he knew that things couldn't end well today.

"Brothers! Iron Head colluded with outsiders to kill Brother Qiang! Let's fight them! Whoever kills Chen Feng, I'll give him 200,000!" Snake Eyes roared, trying to incite his men's ferocity.

"kill--!!"

Chen Feng's men were already poised to attack, and they pounced on him like wolves and tigers.

This battle was not a contest of equal strength, but a one-sided massacre.

The two sides collided instantly, the sounds of steel pipes clashing with machetes, roars, and screams blending together.

Outside the warehouse, the bald-headed Ah Long, who was guarding the warehouse, heard the sounds of fighting coming from inside and his expression changed drastically.

"Oh no! Brother Eye's in trouble! Brothers, charge in!"

The six henchmen grabbed their weapons and rushed toward the warehouse gate in a swarm.

However, just as they rushed to the door, they saw the iron gate being violently pulled open from the inside. Before they could even see what was inside, a steel pipe came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

"boom!"

Ah Long, who was at the forefront, was knocked to the ground on the spot, and blood gushed from his nose.

"Welcome!" Er Gou grinned, his steel pipe flashing in his hand. "Once you're in, you're not leaving!"

Da Zhuang was even more ferocious; his axe was incredibly powerful, capable of felling a person with a single blow.

Inside the warehouse, the battle was one-sided.

Chen Feng's side had more men and was well-prepared, lying in ambush in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment. Although Snake Eyes also had more than twenty men, they were caught off guard and unable to mount an effective resistance.

Snake Eyes brandished his machete, trying to carve a bloody path, but Da Zhuang smashed his weapon away with an axe.

"So you think your Grandpa Zhuang doesn't exist?"

Da Zhuang roared and kicked Snake Eyes in the chest.

"Snap!"

The sound of a sternum breaking was clearly audible. Snake Eyes flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily next to Mad Dog Qiang's corpse.

The battle was over in less than five minutes.

Of the twenty-odd henchmen Snake Eyes brought, some were dead and some were wounded. The remaining seven or eight who could still stand were all forced to kneel in a row in the center of the warehouse by Chen Feng's men with knives to their necks.

"Cough cough cough..."

Snake Eyes coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up, but a foot stepped hard on his chest.

It's an iron head.

At this moment, Tie Tou was covered in blood, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold. He looked down at the "strategist" who had once ridden over him and acted arrogantly, and a perverse pleasure welled up in his heart.

"Snake Eyes, you're usually so talkative, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Iron...Iron Head Bro..." Snake Eyes' mouth was full of blood, and his single eye was filled with terror. "Don't...don't kill me...I can help you...I can help you with the accounts...I know where Brother Qiang hides all his money...I'll tell you everything..."

"Money?" Tie Tou sneered, increasing the pressure of his stomp. "Brother Qiang is dead, so all his money is naturally mine. As for you..."

He leaned down, close to Snake Eyes' ear, and whispered in a voice so low only the two of them could hear: "Do you know what your biggest mistake was? It was that you shouldn't have spoken ill of me in front of Brother Qiang. It was that you shouldn't have stolen my credit. It was that you shouldn't have... climbed up by stepping on my head!"

"No! No!!" Snake Eyes struggled desperately, turning to look at Chen Feng standing to the side. "Boss Chen! Brother Feng! Spare me! I'm willing to be your dog! I'm more useful than Iron Head! I can do anything! Please!"

In order to save his life, Snake Eyes began to beg for mercy without any dignity, and even tried to hug Chen Feng's leg.

This scene terrified the kneeling underlings nearby. The usually imposing "strategist" Snake Eyes now looked like a stray dog.

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, turned around, and left him with only a cold, indifferent back view.

You don't deserve it!

This sentence sealed Snake Eyes' fate.