Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Just then, a fierce fight and roars came from downstairs.

"Let go of Brother Feng!"

That was Dazhuang's voice.

"court death!"

This was followed by a muffled thud and Da Zhuang's painful groan.

Chen Feng's heart leaped into his throat. He turned his head sharply and, through the half-open door of the tea room, saw the scene at the top of the stairs—

Dazhuang and Ergou are fighting with several men in black.

Although Dazhuang was brave, his opponents outnumbered him and were clearly skilled fighters. He knocked one down with a punch, but two others pounced on him from the flanks and pinned him down by the shoulders.

Er Gou fared even worse; a young man in black used a grappling technique to lock his joints, leaving him sprawled on the ground, unable to move.

"Brother Feng! We're here to save you!" Da Zhuang was still struggling, the veins on his neck bulging.

Chen Feng's eyes were a little red, but he knew that he absolutely could not let the situation get out of control.

"Don't move!" he shouted, panting heavily, "Stop right there! This is Ninth Master's territory, not a place for us to run wild!"

"Brother Feng..."

"Shut up! Listen to my orders!" Chen Feng's voice was almost a roar. "All of you, stay put! Don't lay a hand on me!"

Although Dazhuang and Ergou were extremely anxious, upon hearing Chen Feng's order, they gritted their teeth and stopped resisting, allowing the men in black to pin them to the ground.

In the tea room, Ninth Master stood behind the tea table, looking down at Chen Feng, who was being held down on the table.

The anger in those eyes still burned fiercely, but a barely perceptible glint flashed deep within them.

……

The tea room was deathly silent.

Chen Feng was pinned to the tea table, a gun barrel pressed against his temple, his posture extremely pathetic.

But his breathing remained steady and his eyes remained clear.

Ninth Master looked at him, his eyes filled with unpredictable emotions.

This kid...

With a gun pointed at his head and his brother being beaten downstairs, most people would have been terrified. But he not only remained calm, but also managed to stabilize his men immediately, preventing the situation from escalating.

This composure and shrewdness are indeed not what one would expect from a young man in his early twenties.

Ninth Master stood behind the tea table, his chest heaving violently, clearly still furious.

He stared at Chen Feng, who was pinned to the table, for a few seconds, then slowly turned around, walked to the French windows, and turned his back to everyone.

Outside the window is a bustling street scene in the southern district. The sun is shining brightly, and pedestrians are everywhere, creating a peaceful and prosperous atmosphere.

But this tea room is a completely different world.

Ninth Master stood there, motionless, like a statue.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

Xiao Long pressed down on the back of Chen Feng's neck, while his men, holding guns to his sides, remained motionless. Everyone was waiting for Ninth Master's decision.

Time passed by, second by second.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the faint sound of vehicles driving by outside the window.

Chen Feng's face was pressed against the cold tea table, and he could feel the wood grain digging into his cheek. The metallic chill of the gun barrel against his temple kept him perfectly alert.

He knew that his life hung in the balance, depending on Ninth Master's decision.

But he did not regret it.

What's meant to happen will happen; there's no escaping it.

Rather than waiting for Ninth Master to come and settle accounts with him, it's better to take the initiative and come to him. At least that way, he can still have a chance to explain.

Finally, Ninth Master made a move.

He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Chen Feng, who was being pressed down on the tea table.

The anger in those eyes had subsided considerably, replaced by a complex expression—a mixture of scrutiny, amusement, and a barely perceptible hint of appreciation.

"Alright."

Ninth Master's voice was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Loosen up, everyone."

Xiao Long hesitated for a moment, but did as he was told. He put away his gun and released his hand from Chen Feng's neck.

Chen Feng straightened up from the tea table and straightened his disheveled collar. Several red marks were left on his face from being pressed against something, but his eyes remained calm.

"Release those two downstairs as well," Ninth Master ordered.

"Yes." Xiao Long replied and led his men out.

The tea room was once again empty except for Ninth Master and Chen Feng.

Ninth Master walked back behind the tea table and slowly sat down. He glanced at the fragments of purple clay and tea stains on the ground, frowned slightly, but did not call anyone to clean them up.

"Please sit down."

Chen Feng sat down as instructed, his expression calm.

Ninth Master picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Just a mad dog." His voice was indifferent, as if he were talking about something trivial. "A traitor, he's dead, so be it."

Chen Feng felt a sense of relief, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Thank you, Ninth Master."

"What are you thanking me for?" Ninth Master glanced at him. "I never said I'd let you go."

Chen Feng's heart jumped again.

"I don't blame you for killing Mad Dog Qiang. That bastard deserved to die." Ninth Master took a sip of tea, his tone becoming calmer. "But you acted behind my back. That's overstepping your bounds, that's challenging my authority!"

"From now on, if anything happens, you have to let me know first. Understand?"

"Understood." Chen Feng nodded.

"Good that you understand." Ninth Master put down his teacup, his gaze becoming profound. "Chen Feng, do you know why I didn't kill you?"

Chen Feng remained silent.

"Because you dared to come." A meaningful smile played on Ninth Master's lips. "Mad Dog Qiang is dead, and instead of hiding, you came to see me immediately. That courage alone makes you worthy of my respect."

"Anyone else would have run away overnight."

Ninth Master's words stirred something within Chen Feng.

That old fox, there's a hidden meaning in his words.

"Ninth Master, you flatter me." Chen Feng bowed slightly, his tone respectful. "I just feel that some things can't be avoided. Rather than waiting for you to come to me, I'd rather take the initiative to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Ninth Master smiled, a smile tinged with inscrutable meaning. "You're certainly honest."

He picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam on the surface, but his gaze never left Chen Feng's face.

"Chen Feng, how long have you been in Donghai City?"

"More than half a year."

"More than half a year." Ninth Master nodded, as if recalling something. "Six months ago, you were just a greenhorn who appeared out of nowhere, with only a few lackeys around to scrape by. And now? Battlefields, casinos, arcades—you have so many businesses under your control."

He put down his teacup, his gaze sharpening.

"This skill is not something an ordinary person can possess."

Chen Feng didn't respond, but just listened quietly.

He knew that Ninth Master's words were not just idle chatter, but a test.

"Mad Dog Qiang followed me for over a decade, climbing from a street thug to a big shot in the South District," Ninth Master's voice was low and slow. "But he was ultimately just a dog—greedy, short-sighted, and destined for nothing."

"You're different."

Ninth Master stared directly into Chen Feng's eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.

"You're ambitious, resourceful, and, more importantly, you know when to advance and when to retreat. Someone like that will either become my right-hand man, or..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the chill emanating from his unfinished words sent a shiver down Chen Feng's spine.

"What does Ninth Master want me to do?" Chen Feng asked bluntly.

A satisfied smile appeared on Ninth Master's lips.

"happy."

He stood up, walked to the French windows, and said with his back to Chen Feng, "Mad Dog Qiang is dead. Someone has to take over all those businesses, those venues, and those people he owned."

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"Do you think it's appropriate to let Tie Tou take over?" Ninth Master asked without turning his head.