Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

This is a trap.

Chen Feng realized this instantly.

If he says it's appropriate, it's tantamount to admitting that Tie Tou is his man and that he's the one controlling Mad Dog Qiang's forces behind the scenes.

In Ninth Master's eyes, this was overstepping his authority and showing that he, as the boss, was not respected.

If he says it's inappropriate, it's tantamount to denying the puppet he personally nurtured.

How can Tie Tou work for him in the future?

Chen Feng was silent for a few seconds, then spoke:

"Tie Tou is of average ability, but he's obedient. He's good at maintaining the status quo, but he'll struggle to expand the territory."

Ninth Master turned around, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Well said."

He walked back to the tea table and sat down, staring intently at Chen Feng.

"Iron Head can hold onto the scraps left by Mad Dog Qiang, but he can't handle anything bigger. The waters in the South District are too deep; they need someone truly capable to navigate them."

"What Ninth Master means is..."

"I want you to take over Mad Dog Qiang's territory."

These words exploded in Chen Feng's mind like a bombshell.

Mad Dog Qiang's territory!

That's practically half of the underground kingdom in the southern part of the city!

Casinos, loan sharks, building materials markets, entertainment venues... the annual turnover is at least several million!

Chen Feng suppressed his excitement and remained expressionless.

"Ninth Master is too kind. I'm afraid I can't shoulder such a heavy responsibility."

Whether you can shoulder the burden or not is not up to you.

Ninth Master's tone left no room for argument: "It's my decision."

He took a cigar from the sandalwood box beside him, lit it slowly, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Chen Feng awaited the real terms.

"These territories are yours to manage, and you'll give me 50% of the profits each month."

50%!

Chen Feng frowned slightly.

Previously, he only needed to hand over 20% of his business revenue each month.

Now that it's suddenly reduced to 50%, it's like cutting off more than half of the profits.

"Ninth Master, is there a 50% chance...?"

"Too much?"

Ninth Master interrupted him, a playful smile on his lips, "Kid, do you know how much Mad Dog Qiang used to pay?"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"Sixty percent."

Ninth Master flicked the ash off his cigar. "He's incompetent; he can only make up the numbers by exploiting his men. I'm giving you 50% of the terms, which is already a concession because you're capable."

Chen Feng remained silent, his mind racing.

Although 50% is a lot, it's essentially a risk-free business.

He could take over Mad Dog Qiang's territory without losing a single soldier.

Even if half is handed over, the remaining amount is still astronomical.

More importantly, this is Ninth Master making a statement.

He was willing to let Chen Feng replace Mad Dog Qiang and become the real second-in-command of the South District.

This position is worth more than any profit.

"Ninth Master, I have a few questions."

Chen Feng carefully considered his words before speaking.

"explain."

"First, what are the arrangements for Tie Tou? After all, he's the one who killed Mad Dog Qiang."

Ninth Master nodded. "You handle Tie Tou's situation yourself. You can have him as your deputy, managing some less important establishments for you. But remember, his head is registered under your name. If anything happens to him, I'll only hold you accountable."

"clear."

"And the second one?"

"Secondly, what about Lei Hu in the North District…" Chen Feng's eyes darkened, "...how should we handle that?!"

Mentioning Lei Hu, Ninth Master's eyes turned cold.

"Lei Hu..." he sneered, "That old dog has been fighting me all these years, and he's never gained any advantage. Don't worry, I'll handle things in the North District."

"But until then, you stay put in the South City and don't mess with him. Understand?"

"clear."

Ninth Master nodded in satisfaction, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Chen Feng, think carefully about what I said today. Give me an answer within three days."

"Not even three days."

Chen Feng stood up, his gaze resolute. "I can give you an answer right now."

"Oh?"

"I'll accept a 50% profit margin."

Chen Feng said, enunciating each word clearly, "But I have a request."

"What request?"

"Let me spend a year proving myself."

Chen Feng's voice was steady and powerful, "If Ninth Master is satisfied with my performance a year from now, he can change the 50% to 40%."

Ninth Master was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You little rascal, you've got quite an appetite!"

"Ninth Master is right."

Chen Feng laughed, but a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. "Only lions are qualified to share meat with tigers. If I don't even have that much guts, how can I defend this territory for Ninth Master?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Ninth Master gave Chen Feng a deep look, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

"Good lad, you've got guts."

He stood up, walked to Chen Feng, and extended his hand with distinct knuckles.

"It's settled then. One year. If we do well, we get 40%; if we don't..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the coldness in his eyes said it all.

Chen Feng grasped Ninth Master's hand without hesitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, Ninth Master."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

...Lobby downstairs.

Dazhuang and Ergou have been freed, and both of them have sustained injuries.

Da Zhuang had a cut on his lip and bruises around his eyes, while Er Gou's arm seemed to be dislocated, and he was leaning against a pillar, grimacing.

Seeing Chen Feng walk down unharmed, their eyes lit up with surprise.

"Brother Feng!"

"Feng, are you alright?"

Chen Feng walked over quickly and felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at his brother, who was covered in a mess.

He was on the verge of death up there, while his two brothers below were desperately trying to climb up.

"fine."

Chen Feng patted Dazhuang on the shoulder, then looked at Ergou, "How's your hand?"

"It's nothing, just a dislocated shoulder. I just got it fixed. Those bastards really ruthless."

Er Gou hissed in pain, but still forced a smile, "Brother Feng, Ninth Master didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Chen Feng glanced back at the deep window upstairs, his expression becoming incredibly complex.

"Let's go back and talk about it."

The three got into the car, and the Santana slowly drove away from the South City Teahouse.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Chen Feng watched the antique three-story building gradually shrink, but his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

Mad Dog Qiang's territory all belongs to him.

From now on, Chen Feng will be one of the top big brothers in the South District.

"Brother Feng, what exactly did Ninth Master say to you?"

Da Zhuang couldn't help but ask.

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and spoke calmly:

"Ninth Master asked me to take over Mad Dog Qiang's territory."

"What?!"

Da Zhuang slammed on the brakes, and the car nearly stalled in the middle of the road. The cars behind him started honking their horns furiously.

"Do you even know how to drive?!"

Er Gou gripped the front seat, his face filled with terror.

"Brother Feng, are you serious? Mad Dog Qiang's territory is all ours now?"

Dazhuang turned his head, his eyes wide open.

"Drive your car."

Chen Feng opened his eyes, his tone indifferent, but a smile had already appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Santana restarted, and the atmosphere inside the car instantly became lively.

"Holy crap! I'm rich now!"

Er Gou slapped his thigh excitedly, "Mad Dog Qiang's establishments include three casinos, loan sharks, a building materials market... How much money is that?!"