Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Then... what about my casino?"

Ah Zhen stretched out her finger and drew a circle on his chest. "You promised."

Chen Feng grabbed her hand, kissed it, and a mischievous smile crept onto his lips.

"Here you go. You're in charge of all three casinos that Mad Dog Qiang left behind. Also, I'll have Monkey bring over the account books; from now on, you'll be directly responsible for the casinos' accounts."

Ah Zhen's eyes lit up; this was real power.

"However..." Chen Feng's tone shifted, his gaze deepening, "Let's get this straight. I trust your abilities to handle the casino. But avoid those 'pig butchering scams' that drive people to ruin. We want a steady, long-term business, not a slaughterhouse."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Ah Zhen nodded obediently, then leaned in with seductive eyes, "As long as this 'gun' of yours is under my control, everything else is up to you..."

"Again?"

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I feed you enough just now?"

"Boss Chen was busy on the phone; the other person hasn't had their fill of fun yet..."

Ah Zhen's fingers slid down restlessly again, "There's still half a pack left, don't waste it..."

Chen Feng took a deep breath and threw away the cigarette butt.

"Looks like I'm not going to sleep tonight unless I seduce you, you little devil!"

The lights flickered, making the night even darker.

……

A night of tenderness.

The morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, falling on two bodies entwined together.

Chen Feng opened his eyes, looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Ah Zhen's long hair was scattered on the pillow, like a piece of black silk.

That usually alluring face was now quiet and gentle, with a faint smile on her lips.

After causing a ruckus for most of last night, this woman has finally calmed down.

Chen Feng quietly got out of bed and tucked the blanket around Ah Zhen.

After he finished washing up, he left a note on the coffee table and quietly left.

He had a lot to do in the next few days.

Although Mad Dog Qiang has acquired the territory, it will take time and effort to truly take it over.

……

In the days that followed, Chen Feng worked almost non-stop.

He took the monkey and visited every place that Mad Dog Qiang had left behind.

Our first stop was the "Nightfall" nightclub.

Ma San was already waiting at the door, with several veteran employees standing beside him, all bowing and scraping.

"Brother Feng! He's here!"

Chen Feng looked around carefully, examining every corner from the lobby to the private rooms.

He flipped through a few pages of the ledger and frowned—it was a complete mess, riddled with errors.

"Starting today, the accounts will be redone."

Chen Feng tossed the ledger back into Ma San's arms. "The monkey will send someone to keep an eye on things."

"Yes! Yes!"

After leaving the nightclub, we went to the building materials market and the concrete mixing plant.

Er Gou had long coveted this land, and when he saw Chen Feng come to inspect it, he was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Brother Feng! I've checked out this concrete mixing plant. The equipment is a bit old, but it's still usable!"

"Okay, keep a close eye on it."

……

On Tie Tou's side, things are also proceeding according to plan.

In the past few days, he and his men have dealt with those troublemakers one by one.

Although the methods were ruthless, the effects were immediate.

Those former followers of the mad dog Qiang, who were originally filled with fear and panic, obediently surrendered one by one.

The underground world of the South District is ushering in a new order.

...Tuesday morning.

After finishing processing the last batch of documents in the office at the sand field, Chen Feng stretched.

I've been working non-stop these past few days, and my bones feel like they're about to fall apart.

He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 11:30.

"monkey."

Chen Feng called out.

"Hey, Feng, what's up?"

The monkey poked its head in from outside.

"Come with me to the west side of the city this afternoon to pick someone up."

Whom are you picking up?

"Remember that four-eyed guy I mentioned in the detention center?"

Chen Feng lit a cigarette. "Come out today."

The monkey paused for a moment, then remembered:

"Is that the bookish nerd who's into finance?"

"Yes, his name is Shen Zhou."

Chen Feng exhaled a puff of smoke. "We'll leave at two o'clock this afternoon. Call Dazhuang too."

"OK."

……

At 2 p.m. sharp, Santana departed from the sand field.

The monkey drove the car, Chen Feng sat in the passenger seat, and Da Zhuang nestled in the back seat.

The West City Prison is in the suburbs, and it takes more than forty minutes to drive there.

Along the way, Dazhuang couldn't help but be curious.

"Brother Feng, who exactly is this Shen Zhou? Should we go pick him up ourselves?"

"Scholars are quick-witted."

Chen Feng looked out the window, "May I be of help in the future."

"A scholar?"

Dazhuang scratched his head. "What help can a scholar be?"

Chen Feng didn't answer, he just smiled.

He couldn't quite explain what kind of help Shen Zhou could actually provide.

But he trusted his intuition.

The kid talked to him all night in the detention center, talking about futures, leverage, Wall Street—he didn't understand a single one of those terms.

But he could sense that there was a light in Shen Zhou's eyes, a stubbornness that refused to be controlled by fate.

This kind of person deserves a helping hand.

……

West City Prison.

Shen Zhou stood at the end of the corridor, waiting for the prison guards to complete the final procedures.

It's been more than four months.

He looked down at his hands, which were so thin they were skin and bones, with bulging veins.

He came in as a clean-cut young man, but now he looks like a refugee.

A week ago, he was notified that he could be released on medical parole.

The reason given was severe nephritis, requiring release from prison for treatment.

Shen Zhou knew that his health was indeed not good, but it was far from being "serious".

It's obvious that someone pulled strings from the outside and made connections.

But who could it be?

He has no relatives or friends in Donghai City.

His parents were in their hometown and had no idea he was in jail; he was too ashamed to tell them.

The "good older brother" who tricked him had long since disappeared, leaving him with a mountain of debts to clean up.

He couldn't think of anyone else who could help him with this.

Only Chen Feng.

The man who saved him in the detention center and talked to him all night.

But Shen Zhou felt it was unlikely.

They've only known each other for a few days?

At best, it was just a chance encounter.

Chen Feng himself was still locked up inside at the time, so why should he help him with such a big favor?

Medical parole is no small matter; without connections and money, it's simply impossible to get it done.

Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

Perhaps it was his destiny to survive.

Perhaps… “Shen Zhou! The formalities are complete, you can leave now.”

The prison guard's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Shen Zhou snapped out of his daze, took the plastic bag containing a few old clothes, and walked towards the iron gate.

……

At 3:55 PM, the Santana stopped outside the West City Prison.

The high walls, barbed wire, and guard towers appeared particularly oppressive under the afternoon sun.

The three of them got out of the car and waited under the old locust tree at the entrance.

Chen Feng lit a cigarette and squinted at the iron gate.

It's exactly three o'clock.

"Click—"

The iron gate opened.

A thin figure walked out from inside.

Shen Zhou stood at the prison gate, like a bird suddenly released from its cage, gazing blankly at the outside world.

More than four months in prison made him lose a lot of weight.

The old, dusty coat he was wearing hung loosely on his body, as if he had stolen someone else's clothes.

The broken glasses were still on the bridge of his nose, the cracks in the lenses wrapped with tape, reflecting the sunlight.

He was carrying a plastic bag, which contained all his belongings.

The sunlight was blinding.

Shen Zhou squinted, trying to adjust to the outside light.

For a moment, I had a surreal feeling.

Did he really come out?

But what good will it do to get out?