Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

She looked down at him, her tone a mix of teasing, indulgence, and the air of a queen in complete control.

Chen Feng felt the tight, warm, and soft touch on his waist, and the mature, alluring scent of red wine and shower gel lingered around his nose, making him feel as if he were floating on a cloud.

"Satisfied...satisfied..." Chen Feng had a blissful expression on his face, as if he was about to fly to the sky.

Her long hair fell onto Chen Feng's back, causing a tingling sensation. Then, her warm red lips gently pressed against the old knife scar on Chen Feng's shoulder.

This kiss was like a spark that ignited a wildfire.

Chen Feng suddenly rolled over, grabbed Jiang Hong's slender waist, and pinned her down.

"Sister Hong, is the massage over?" Chen Feng's eyes burned with a fierce fire, a desire for conquest and the most primal urge.

Jiang Hong did not resist, but instead hooked her arms around Chen Feng's neck, looking at him with hazy eyes, her chest heaving. The purple gauze slipped down considerably with the movement, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin that gleamed alluringly under the light.

"What do you think?" she breathed softly, tracing circles on Chen Feng's chest with her finger. "Now, isn't it your turn to shine...?"

"Then I definitely have to do my best."

Chen Feng let out a low growl and lowered his head to kiss those alluring red lips.

This time, it was no longer a gentle probe, but a storm of demands.

Jiang Hong responded passionately, her nails digging deep into the muscles of Chen Feng's back. After this night filled with bloodshed and violence, only this most primal and intense union could release the unease and restlessness deep within her heart.

The aroma of essential oils mixed with the scent of hormones filled the entire room.

The large bed began to shake violently, accompanied by suppressed growls and passionate moans, composing a unique melody belonging to men and women struggling to survive in this cruel world.

……

I don't know how much time passed, but the wind and rain finally stopped.

Chen Feng leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette. Jiang Hong curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, her face flushed, her fingers unconsciously playing with the jade pendant on Chen Feng's chest.

"Have you thought about what to say when you go to see Ninth Master tomorrow?" Jiang Hong's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of post-coital languor.

Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes regaining their clarity and sharpness.

"I've made up my mind. I'll do as you say and clean house."

"Mm." Jiang Hong nodded. "Remember, don't try to be clever in front of Ninth Master, but don't be too honest either. Seven parts truth and three parts falsehood, that's enough."

She looked up at Chen Feng's young and resolute face, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

"Chen Feng, tell me the truth."

"What?"

"Will you treat me the same way you treated Mad Dog Qiang in the future?"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then smiled. He stubbed out his cigarette, rolled over, and pinned Jiang Hong beneath him again. Looking into her eyes, he said, word by word:

"As long as you don't let me down, even if I have to tear the sky apart, I will protect you."

"real?"

"There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed. To prove my loyalty, it seems I'll have to work overtime again."

"Ah! You...you beast! Still...uh..."

The lights flickered, and the night was deep.

......

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the Emerald Bay villa, casting a beam of light onto the disheveled bed.

Chen Feng opened his eyes; Jiang Hong was fast asleep in his arms. After last night's frenzy and candor, this usually decisive woman seemed unusually fragile. Chen Feng gently pulled his arm away, not wanting to disturb her, but Jiang Hong still woke up.

She propped herself up, the thin blanket slipping down to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin and several ambiguous red marks. She didn't cover herself, but simply reached out to straighten Chen Feng's collar, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Are you really going?" Jiang Hong's voice was a little hoarse.

"We have to go." Chen Feng buttoned up his shirt, leaned down and kissed her forehead. "There's no escaping it. Mad Dog Qiang is dead. If we don't go voluntarily, we'll have to give Ninth Master an explanation."

Jiang Hong sighed, took out the old jade Guanyin from the bedside table, and hung it around Chen Feng's neck.

"This is the only thing I took with me when I left him. Ninth Master is a sentimental person, in case... I'll show this to him."

Chen Feng held the jade, still warm from Jiang Hong's body, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew this was more than just a piece of jade; it was Jiang Hong using her past to pave the way for him.

"Don't worry, I will come back safe and sound." Chen Feng turned around, the tenderness in his eyes fading, replaced by a resolute coldness.

……

Thirty minutes later, Chen Feng arrived at the entrance of Fenghua Sand Field in his black Santana.

Dazhuang and Ergou were already waiting there. As soon as they saw Chen Feng get out of the car, the two of them immediately came to greet him.

"How did things go with Tie Tou last night?" Chen Feng asked in a low voice.

"It's cleaned up." Chen Feng nodded.

"As you instructed, he was thrown into the river," Er Gou replied. "The water there is deep and the current is swift; they couldn't have pulled him out."

"Alright." Chen Feng patted Er Gou on the shoulder. "Today, you two are coming with me to see Ninth Master."

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

"Brother Feng, when we go to see Ninth Master... should we bring more people with us?" Da Zhuang asked with some concern.

"No need," Chen Feng shook his head. "Bringing too many people will only make Ninth Master think we're guilty. Just the three of us, traveling light."

"Where... is that guy?" Er Gou subconsciously touched his waist.

"Leave them all here." Chen Feng's tone left no room for argument. "Going to Ninth Master's place with guns and knives is suicide."

Although they were reluctant, they still nodded in agreement.

Before getting into the car, Chen Feng looked back at the battlefield one last time.

Under the sunlight, trucks carrying sand came and went, and workers busied themselves, creating a thriving scene. This was the foundation he had built from scratch, and the basis for his foothold in Donghai City.

We must get through this hurdle today.

"Let's go."

The black Santana slowly drove out of the sand field and headed towards the center of the southern district.

……

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat somber.

Dazhuang was driving, Ergou was in the passenger seat, and Chen Feng was leaning back in the back seat with his eyes closed, resting.

"Brother Feng, what should we say when we see Ninth Master later?" Da Zhuang couldn't help but ask.

Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked out the car window at the rapidly receding street scene.

"To tell you the truth."

"Tell the truth?" Er Gou asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't that be admitting we were the ones who did it?"

"It's not an admission," Chen Feng corrected, "it's a report."

Is there a difference?

"Of course," Chen Feng sat up straight, his voice steady. "Admitting fault is passive; it's asking for forgiveness for doing something wrong. Reporting is proactive; it's a subordinate reporting their work to a superior."

"We didn't kill Ninth Master's men; we cleaned up a traitor for him. This characterization must be established from the very beginning."

Dazhuang and Ergou nodded thoughtfully.

"Also, no matter what happens later, don't move." Chen Feng's tone suddenly turned serious. "Even if Ninth Master gets angry, even if his men attack, you all have to endure it."

"Brother Feng..." Da Zhuang frowned.

"Did you understand?" Chen Feng interrupted him, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"……Understood."

Silence fell over the car again.

The view outside the window gradually changed from the desolation of the industrial area to the bustling city center. Skyscrapers stood side by side, and the streets were teeming with people, presenting a scene of peace and prosperity.

But Chen Feng knew that beneath this prosperous facade lay a great deal of bloodshed and darkness.

……