Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The living room was dimly lit.

Jiang Hong poured Chen Feng a cup of hot tea, then sat down opposite him, crossing her legs in a languid yet elegant posture.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Chen Feng picked up his teacup but didn't drink. Instead, he rubbed the rim of the cup with his thumb, as if he was organizing his thoughts.

A moment later, he raised his head and looked directly into Jiang Hong's eyes.

"Mad Dog Qiang is dead."

Jiang Hong paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Did you do this?"

"I didn't do it myself," Chen Feng shook his head. "It was Tie Tou."

"Iron Head?" Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow. "One of Mad Dog Qiang's Four Great Vajras? How could he...?"

Chen Feng recounted everything that had happened that night from beginning to end.

From how to exploit Tie Tou and Hong Gu's affair, to how to set a trap to lure Mad Dog Qiang to the old market, and then to how Tie Tou, in a fit of rage, personally stabbed Mad Dog Qiang to death...

He didn't hide a single detail.

Jiang Hong listened quietly, her expression growing increasingly serious.

After Chen Feng finished speaking, the living room fell into a brief silence.

"Do you know you're playing with fire?" Jiang Hong's voice was low and stern. "No matter how much of a scoundrel Mad Dog Qiang is, he's still Ninth Master's man. Having Tie Tou kill him is like slapping Ninth Master in the face."

"I know," Chen Feng said calmly, "That's why I came to find you."

"What's the use of coming to me?" Jiang Hong sneered. "I'm not a mind reader for Ninth Master; I can't possibly guess what he's thinking."

"Sister Hong, you've known Ninth Master for so many years, you know his temperament quite well." Chen Feng put down his teacup, leaning forward slightly. "I have two choices now—first, wait for Ninth Master to find out himself, and then I'll explain; second, take the initiative to go to Ninth Master and clarify things. Which do you think is better?"

Jiang Hong did not answer immediately, but stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dark night outside.

Her silhouette appeared somewhat lonely under the lamplight, yet it also exuded a calm composure born of experience.

"Do you know what kind of people Ninth Master hates the most?" Jiang Hong asked without turning her head.

"What kind of person?"

"Those who betrayed him," Jiang Hong turned around, her gaze sharp, "and those who deceived him."

Chen Feng fell silent.

"Mad Dog Qiang is dead. Ninth Master will find out about this sooner or later." Jiang Hong walked back to the sofa and sat down, her voice calm and rational. "If you wait for him to find out on his own, that's deception. No matter what reason you have then, Ninth Master will think you're hiding something and have something to hide."

"But if I take the initiative to go to him..."

"Taking the initiative shows you're open and honest," Jiang Hong continued. "Ninth Master is the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force. The more you try to hide things, the more suspicious he'll be; the more open and honest you are, the more he'll respect you."

Chen Feng nodded thoughtfully.

"However..." Jiang Hong's tone shifted, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, "Just going willingly isn't enough. You have to make Ninth Master feel that you killed Mad Dog Qiang not for yourself, but for him."

"For him?" Chen Feng's eyes lit up. "Sister Hong means..."

"Mad Dog Qiang colluded with Lei Hu to hire assassins from the Ghost Hand Society to kill you—do you have any evidence of this?"

"Yes," Chen Feng nodded. "I had Monkey record the confessions of those assassins, as well as Snake Eyes' dying words."

"That's good." A glint of light flashed in Jiang Hong's eyes. "When you go to see Ninth Master, don't say you killed Mad Dog Qiang. You should say—you cleaned up a traitor for Ninth Master."

Chen Feng instantly understood what Jiang Hong meant.

The same thing, said in a different way, has a completely different nature.

"Mad Dog Qiang is colluding with Lei Hu behind Ninth Master's back; this is a heinous crime of treason," Jiang Hong continued her analysis. "Ninth Master and Lei Hu have been fighting for over a decade, and their grudges run deep. Mad Dog Qiang actually dares to flirt with Lei Hu; this is undermining Ninth Master's cause and slapping him in the face!"

"You reported this to Ninth Master, letting him know that Mad Dog Qiang had long been disloyal. Mad Dog Qiang's death wasn't you, Chen Feng, challenging Ninth Master's authority; it was Ninth Master cleaning house!"

Chen Feng nodded repeatedly as he listened, the worry in his eyes gradually fading away, replaced by an excited realization.

"Sister Hong, it has to be you again...!"

"That's called assessing the situation," Jiang Hong said with a faint smile. "In Ninth Master's eyes, Mad Dog Qiang is just a dog. This dog betrayed its master, so it deserves to die."

"Besides, Mad Dog Qiang's business has been declining in recent years, and he's been losing more and more territory. Ninth Master has long been dissatisfied with him. You've eliminated this threat for Ninth Master this time; perhaps Ninth Master will even thank you."

Chen Feng took a deep breath, his mind already racing with what to say and do when he met Ninth Master.

"Sister Hong, there's one more thing." Chen Feng suddenly remembered something, "What about Tie Tou..."

"Tie Tou is your man now, and Ninth Master can definitely see that," Jiang Hong interrupted him. "But it doesn't matter. What Ninth Master wants is stability in the South District and the profits handed over on time every month. As long as Tie Tou can keep the business 'Mad Dog Qiang's' business afloat and deliver on time, Ninth Master won't care whose side he's on."

After hearing this, Chen Feng felt enlightened and sat down next to Jiang Hong, embracing her tightly.

"Sister Hong, it's so good to have you..."

Jiang Hong leaned lazily against Chen Feng's chest, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of languor, allure, and an ambiguous charm.

"You've come so late to disturb my sweet dreams." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of reproach. "Shouldn't you... make it up to me?"

Chen Feng was all too familiar with that look and that tone of voice.

Private massage.

Sister Hong wants to experience his "techniques" again.

"Sister Hong..." Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Jiang Hong with a pleading expression, like a large, affectionate dog begging for attention. "Can we try something different today?"

"What new tricks should we try?"

"You're always the one lying there enjoying yourself while I massage you," Chen Feng said pitifully, pointing to his shoulder. "Could you massage mine today? My shoulder is practically broken."

Jiang Hong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Chen Feng, you really are my boss!" She stuck out her finger and poked Chen Feng's forehead hard. "You came to me in the middle of the night for advice, and after you finished asking, you wouldn't leave. Now you want me to serve you? Do you want to fly to the moon?"

"Sister Hong~" Chen Feng drawled, his massive 180-pound frame rubbing against Jiang Hong's shoulder. "Please, Sister Hong, have pity on your little brother who's risking his life for you~"

"Get out of here! You reek of blood! Go wash up!" Jiang Hong pushed him away with disgust, but not with much force. "You really are..."

Chen Feng took the opportunity to kiss Hong Jie on the cheek before heading towards the bathroom.

As Jiang Hong watched the man walk towards the bathroom, she suddenly realized how quickly this man, who was more than ten years younger than her, had grown up!

She murmured softly, "I must have owed you something in my past life..."

The sound of running water filled the bathroom.

Hot water flowed down Chen Feng's muscular back, washing away bloodstains that weren't actually there. There wasn't much blood on him, but the lingering smell of rust seemed to seep into his pores. Chen Feng scrubbed vigorously until his skin turned red.

With his eyes closed, images flashed through his mind: Mad Dog Qiang's unseeing face as he died, Iron Head's maniacal laughter, and Snake Eyes' shattered head.

This is the world of martial arts.

Either you die or I live.