Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Jiang Hong didn't say anything, she just quietly smoked her cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

She thought about the look in Chen Feng's eyes when he drank that bottle of liquor that day, about his composure when he stopped Zhao Bin in the corridor, and about him telling her in the attic, "To follow the rules, you can't bow your head."

This is an ambitious, capable, and principled man.

This kind of man is a double-edged sword. If used well, he can expand one's territory; if used poorly, he will hurt oneself.

But if she hands him over now, the sword will break. And what will become of her prestigious image? Who will dare to risk their lives for Jiang Hong in the future?

"Blackie," Jiang Hong suddenly said.

"exist."

"Pass the word down: all security guards are on duty tonight, bring your weapons." Jiang Hong turned around, her eyes sharpening. "If Mad Dog Qiang dares to block the door, throw him out!"

Blackie was stunned: "Sister Red, is this...is this going to war?"

"War?" Jiang Hong sneered. "What is Mad Dog Qiang? Does he think he's worthy of fighting me? This is Jinbihuihuang, not his sand and gravel pit! If he dares to ruin my business, I'll show him who's in charge in Nancheng!"

"But……"

"No buts!" Jiang Hong slammed her hand on the table. "Also, let Chen Feng go to work as usual tonight. Tell him that as long as he's in the right, I, Jiang Hong, will cover for him in any trouble he gets into!"

Looking at the domineering Jiang Hong, Hei Pi felt a tremor in his heart and could only lower his head and reply, "Yes."

After Hei Pi left, Jiang Hong sat back down in her chair and rubbed her temples.

Actually, she wasn't sure herself.

Mad Dog Qiang is a local bully after all; if things really escalate, it could cause a lot of trouble.

But she has to gamble.

She believes Chen Feng is worth the bet.

……

7 PM.

Chen Feng appeared in the magnificent locker room on time.

As soon as the monkey saw him, he stamped his feet anxiously: "Brother Feng! You actually dared to come? Mad Dog Qiang's men are already loitering around the street corner. Blackie said something big is going to happen tonight!"

Chen Feng changed into his uniform, fastened his tie, and straightened his collar in front of the mirror.

His expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Chen Feng said calmly. "If he wants to come, let him come."

"It's not a matter of being scared!" the monkey cried. "There are dozens of people! And they're all armed! Our security guards and waiters don't have many who can fight..."

"Monkey." Chen Feng turned around and looked at him. "You stay in the back tonight."

"Brother Feng..."

"Don't worry." Chen Feng patted his waist, where a telescopic baton was tucked in—he had bought it on a whim when he bought steel pipes at the hardware store; it was more concealed and easier to handle than steel pipes.

"Tonight, I'm going to use Mad Dog Qiang's head to establish my authority."

Chen Feng walked out of the locker room and strode towards the main entrance.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the magnificent entrance had become extremely tense.

A dozen or so dilapidated bread trucks were blocking the roadside, and dozens of thugs carrying steel pipes and machetes were staring at the security guard at the gate with ill intent.

The leader was none other than Mad Dog Qiang.

Mad Dog Qiang sat on the hood of the SUV, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his greasy face gleaming under the lights. The sawed-off shotgun in his hand, though not raised, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a bomb about to explode.

"Where's Jiang Hong?" His voice, thick as a rusty exhaust pipe, could be heard from afar. "Tell her to come out and talk! If she doesn't, I'll tear this lousy place down today!"

The security guards at the entrance were already pale with fright, shrinking back behind the revolving door, not daring to even breathe.

Blackie, hiding behind a doorpost, watched this scene with a smug, cold smile on his lips.

Just then, the revolving door slowly began to turn.

A tall figure walked out.

Wearing a dark gray shirt, crisp trousers, and even a perfectly tied tie, Chen Feng stood on the steps, looking down at Mad Dog Qiang with an expression as calm as if he were watching a farce.

"You're looking for me?" Chen Feng asked, his voice not loud, but it cut through the noisy crowd.

Mad Dog narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint in his triangular pupils: "You're Chen Feng?"

"it's me."

As he moved, dozens of thugs immediately surrounded him, the steel pipes dragging on the ground making a screeching sound.

Chen Feng didn't move. He glanced around, his gaze finally settling on the gun in Mad Dog Qiang's hand.

"You little punk, you've got guts!" Mad Dog Qiang jumped out of the car, picked up his shotgun, and took two steps forward. "You crippled my cousin, and you still dare to come out and die? If I don't break both your legs today, how will I, Mad Dog Qiang, ever show my face in Nancheng again?"

He raised his shotgun, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Chen Feng's forehead.

"Kneel down! Kneel down three times for me, then break both your legs, and I might spare your life today!"

The atmosphere instantly froze to freezing point.

The monkey hiding behind the door was so frightened that its legs went weak and it almost collapsed to the ground. Da Zhuang's hands, gripping the baton, were sweaty; he wanted to rush out but was stopped by a look from Chen Feng.

Chen Feng stared at the muzzle of the gun, his eyes remaining completely unmoved.

"Mad Dog Qiang, you don't dare to shoot." Chen Feng took a step forward.

"Why don't you try?" Mad Dog's finger was on the trigger, his face contorted with rage.

"This place is magnificent, and behind it is Sister Hong. You should know who's behind Sister Hong," Chen Feng said calmly. "If you fire this shot, whether I live or die, your battlefield will be sealed off tomorrow, your transport team will be seized, and you yourself will become a wanted criminal. Is it worth risking your life and fortune for a crippled cousin?"

Mad Dog Qiang's expression changed.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid. He came to block the door today mainly for the sake of face, to give Wang Defa an explanation, and incidentally to extort some money. If he were really asked to shoot someone, especially in front of so many people, he would really have to think twice.

But he can't back down. If he does, it will be difficult to lead the team in the future.

"Damn it, he's asking for it." Mad Dog raised his chin. "Leopard, give him a try."

A tall, thin man with broad shoulders and a burly build stepped out of the crowd. He was carrying a baseball bat and walked with a powerful stride, clearly someone who had been in real fights.

"Don't kill him off completely," Mad Dog Qiang lazily added. "Leave him alive, so he knows what pain is."

Ah Bao smirked, didn't answer, and stepped directly into the room, swinging his baseball bat in a wide arc towards Chen Feng's shoulder.

This blow was incredibly vicious; if it were an ordinary person, their shoulder blade would have been shattered in two on the spot.

Everyone held their breath.

Chen Feng did not dodge.

He simply turned to the side, his shoulders slumped slightly, his waist twisted, and he slid past the shadow of the stick like a fish.

The stick grazed his shoulder and slammed onto the marble floor with a loud clang, sending sparks flying.

Ah Bao was taken aback, and just as he was about to retract his staff, his right hand suddenly felt lighter—

The baton had appeared in Chen Feng's hand without him noticing. He flicked the black metal rod against A Bao's wrist and then struck it upwards.

"Click!"

Ah Bao's baseball bat flew out and crashed into the metal railing beside him.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Feng shifted his feet and pressed himself against Ah Bao, swinging his baton from below and striking him hard on the outside of his knee.

"Thump!"

Ah Bao knelt down, his face deathly pale, and one of his legs gave way.

This series of actions was completed in one go, from the moment the stick missed its target to when Ah Bao knelt down, all in less than ten seconds.