Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Half an hour later, the Santana stopped in front of a quaint three-story building.

South City Teahouse.

Chen Feng got out of the car, straightened his collar, and took a deep breath.

Two burly men in Zhongshan suits stood at the entrance. They were expressionless and clearly skilled in martial arts.

"Chen Feng requests an audience with Ninth Master," Chen Feng said calmly.

The two guards sized him up, one of them nodding slightly: "Ninth Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

These words sent a chill down Chen Feng's spine.

Have you been waiting for him for a long time?

It seems that Ninth Master knew he would come all along.

"Brothers, please wait here for a moment," another guard said to Dazhuang and Ergou, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Master Jiu only has Mr. Chen to see."

Dazhuang and Ergou immediately became alert and subconsciously moved closer to Chen Feng.

"Brother Feng..."

"It's alright," Chen Feng waved his hand. "You guys just wait here."

After saying that, he followed the gatekeeper across the threshold and into the old building full of historical atmosphere.

……

I walked through the lobby and went up to the third floor.

There was only one private room on the third floor, and four burly men stood at the door, each with a fierce look in their eyes. When they saw Chen Feng, their gazes were filled with scrutiny and hostility.

Pushing open the door, the suffocating aroma of sandalwood wafted out. Behind the rosewood tea table, Ninth Master, still dressed in his grey Tang suit, was leisurely skimming the tea foam from his covered bowl. Behind him stood the slender Xiao Long and the boy with prominent temples, Xiao Ma.

Ninth Master raised his seemingly cloudy eyes and glanced at Chen Feng indifferently.

"You're here? Please have a seat."

Chen Feng walked to the opposite side of the tea table and sat down properly.

"Ninth Master."

Ninth Master didn't speak, but focused intently on brewing the tea leaves in his hands. His movements were fluid and graceful, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him.

The tea room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of boiling water being poured into the purple clay teapot.

Chen Feng sat opposite him, neither humble nor arrogant, waiting quietly.

He knew that Ninth Master was putting pressure on him. But he also knew that it was precisely at times like these that he couldn't afford to lose his composure.

It took a full three minutes before Ninth Master spoke.

"Chen Feng, do you know why I'm waiting for you here?"

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm: "Please enlighten me, Ninth Master."

Ninth Master picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam on the surface, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Because I want to see if you, this audacious brat, really have the guts to come see me."

Ninth Master's words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Chen Feng's heart.

But Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged; he simply bowed respectfully.

"Since Ninth Master knew I was coming, he must also know why I'm here."

"Oh?" Ninth Master put down his teacup, looking at him with interest. "What brings you here?"

"Reporting on my work." Chen Feng's voice was calm yet firm. "I have an important matter to report to Ninth Master."

"What is it?"

"The matter of Mad Dog Qiang."

The moment those four words were uttered, the air in the tea room seemed to freeze.

Ninth Master paused for a moment, holding the teacup, but quickly resumed his normal motion. He gently placed the teacup on the table, leaned back in his chair, and squinted at Chen Feng.

"explain."

Chen Feng took a deep breath and began his prepared speech.

"Ninth Master, Mad Dog Qiang is dead."

Saying this actually made Chen Feng feel a bit more relaxed. The hardest first step had been taken; now it was just a matter of dealing with whatever came his way.

"I know." Ninth Master's tone was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger. "You think I don't know about last night?"

Chen Feng was startled.

Ninth Master already knew?

But on second thought, it makes sense. Ninth Master has been operating in the South District for decades, with eyes and ears everywhere. There's no way Ninth Master wouldn't know about Mad Dog Qiang's huge commotion.

"Now that Ninth Master already knows, I should explain things to him even more clearly." Chen Feng's tone remained calm.

"An explanation?" Ninth Master's voice suddenly turned cold. "You killed my men, and you're coming to explain yourself to me?"

"Ninth Master," Chen Feng raised his head, looking directly into Ninth Master's eyes, "Mad Dog Qiang is not one of your men."

"What do you mean?"

"He is a traitor."

Upon hearing those three words, Ninth Master's expression finally changed. A sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes, as sharp as a knife.

"What did you say?"

Chen Feng took an envelope out of his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"Ninth Master, here's the evidence. Mad Dog Qiang colluded with Lei Hu of the North District, spending 300,000 to hire assassins from the Ghost Hand Society to kill me. This whole thing was planned by the two of them from beginning to end."

Ninth Master took the envelope, opened it, and read its contents. It contained several sheets of paper with the confessions of the Ghost Hand Society assassins and Snake Eyes' dying words.

"These..." Ninth Master frowned.

"Absolutely true." Chen Feng's voice was steady and powerful. "That night, assassins from the Ghost Hand Society ambushed me in the desolate countryside south of the city, nearly killing me. My brother Dazhuang lost a finger trying to save me."

"Later, we captured several hitmen, and under severe torture, they revealed the identity of their employer, Mad Dog Qiang."

Ninth Master remained silent and continued to look through the materials in the envelope.

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Feng continued, "Ninth Master, you know better than I what Mad Dog Qiang has been doing in the South District all these years. He's been abusing his power and influence under your name, engaging in bullying and monopolizing the market, committing countless evil deeds. His business has been declining, he's been losing more and more territory, and the profits he's handing over to you each month have been decreasing year by year."

"What's even more hateful is that he actually dared to flirt with Lei Hu behind your back! Ninth Master, you and Lei Hu have been fighting for over a decade, and Mad Dog Qiang's actions are an attempt to undermine you, a slap in the face!"

Chen Feng's voice grew increasingly impassioned, tinged with righteous indignation.

"So, I killed him not for myself. I did it to clean house for Master Jiu, to get rid of this traitor who betrayed his own side!"

After these words were spoken, the tea room fell into a deathly silence.

Ninth Master leaned back in his chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

Sudden--

"boom!"

Ninth Master slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, scalding tea splashed everywhere, and fragments of the purple clay teapot scattered all over the ground.

"presumptuous!"

He suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, those eyes that were usually as deep as a pool now burning with raging anger, and his whole being exuded a suffocating pressure.

"No matter how much of a bastard Mad Dog Qiang is, he's still one of my men! What right do you have to clean house for me?!"

This roar was like a bolt from the blue!

Almost at the same instant, Xiaolong and Xiaoma, who were standing behind Ninth Master, moved.

Their speed was astonishing. Xiao Ma took a step forward, grabbed Chen Feng's shoulder with one hand, and a tremendous force slammed Chen Feng hard onto the mahogany tea table.

Chen Feng's face was pressed against the cold tabletop, and he could clearly feel the wood grain.

At the same time, another subordinate pulled out a black pistol from his pocket and pressed the cold muzzle directly against Chen Feng's temple.

The metallic chill seeped through my skin, carrying the scent of death.

"Don't move." Xiao Long's voice was as cold as a snake's. "Move even once, and your head will explode."

Chen Feng was pinned to the tea table, unable to move. But he didn't struggle; he even kept his breathing steady.

Only one thought occupied his mind—

Stay calm, absolutely no panic.