Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The entrance became eerily quiet for a moment.

No one expected that this seemingly simple-minded kid would be so quick and ruthless when he started fighting.

"Damn it, go!" someone in the crowd reacted and shouted, and several thugs were about to rush in again.

"Back off!"

That's the voice of Mad Dog Qiang.

His gaze was no longer disdainful; instead, it held a hint of scrutiny.

He saw those moves clearly – this wasn't just random street fighting, it was practiced.

"Leopard, get down here!" Mad Dog roared.

Ah Bao gritted his teeth, stood up, and dragged half a leg backward.

Chen Feng stood still, neither pressing his advantage nor taking the opportunity to be aggressive. Instead, he put his baton away and hung it back on his waist.

Just at this critical moment, a clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out.

"stop!"

With the sound of high heels clicking on the floor, Jiang Hong walked out of the lobby with several bodyguards. She wore a dark red cheongsam, a black trench coat, and held a slender cigarette in her hand, exuding an aura of power.

The thugs paused.

When Mad Dog Qiang saw Jiang Hong, he sneered, "Sister Hong, you've finally decided to come out? I thought you were going to make this pretty boy a scapegoat."

Jiang Hong walked over to Chen Feng, glanced at him, and only after confirming that he was alright did she turn to look at Mad Dog Qiang.

"Qiangzi, have you forgotten the rules?" Jiang Hong exhaled a smoke ring, her eyes sharp. "Is the entrance to Jinbihuihuang a place where you can run wild?"

"Rules?" Mad Dog pointed at Chen Feng. "Your men broke my cousin's hand, and you call that rules? Jiang Hong, if you don't give me an explanation today, this isn't over!"

"What explanation do you want?" Jiang Hong asked coldly.

"Ten thousand for medical expenses, plus this kid's leg!" Mad Dog Qiang demanded an exorbitant sum.

Jiang Hong laughed, her laughter so loud it made her tremble, but there was no trace of amusement in her eyes.

"One hundred thousand? Are your cousin's hands made of gold?" Jiang Hong flicked her cigarette ash. "As for his legs... only I can move my people. If you want his legs, ask me first if I agree."

"You..." Mad Dog Qiang didn't expect Jiang Hong to be so tough, and his face instantly darkened. "Jiang Hong, are you going to turn against me for a mere security guard?"

"It's not about turning against him." Jiang Hong took a step forward, looking directly at Mad Dog Qiang. "It's about teaching you a lesson. Don't you know what dirty things your cousin has done? He gang-raped my shop's waitresses. If this gets out, do you think you can get away with it?"

Mad Dog Qiang was startled. He knew about Black Dog's dirty laundry, of course, but he'd assumed Black Dog was just a nobody waiter, someone he'd had his fun with and that was it. "Don't you dare try to scare me! Don't make things up without evidence!"

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

Just then, a sharp and piercing siren pierced the night sky as it approached from afar.

Three police cars, flashing red and blue lights, sped into the street, executed a clean drift, and blocked Mad Dog Qiang's SUV, cutting off their escape route.

The car door opened, and seven or eight fully armed police officers jumped out, their hands on their holsters, and quickly pulled up the police cordon.

The leader, not in uniform but wearing only an old jacket, walked over with an impatient look on his face.

It was Zhao Gang.

"What are you doing? Having a party so late at night?" Zhao Gang walked between the two groups, his cold gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Mad Dog Qiang.

Just as the police car stopped, he quickly tossed the shotgun to his underling and put it in the trunk of the van. He didn't want to be taken away by the police in front of his underling; that would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Mad Dog Qiang, do you want to go to jail?"

Mad Dog Qiang's expression changed, and the muscles around his eye twitched. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't insane enough to dare to be arrogant in front of the police.

He reluctantly put on a forced smile: "Officer Zhao, what a coincidence! I just brought my buddies here... to enjoy the moon."

"Moon-gazing?" Zhao Gang sneered, pointing to Ah Bao lying on the ground and the steel pipes and machetes. "Moon-gazing with all this stuff? I think you'd rather be riddled with bullets!"

He suddenly raised his voice and roared, "Put your things down! Put your hands behind your heads and squat down! Anyone who dares to move will be treated as assaulting a police officer!"

Those thugs usually only bully ordinary people, but when they see real police, they all instantly cower, scattering their weapons all over the ground and obediently squatting down.

Mad Dog gritted his teeth, staring intently at Zhao Gang: "Zhao Gang, mind your own business. This kid crippled my cousin, and I have to settle this score."

"Settle this score at the police station, settle it in court!" Zhao Gang pointed at Mad Dog Qiang's nose. "You think this police uniform is just for show, engaging in a gang fight here?"

After saying that, he waved to the officers behind him: "Confiscate these guys!"

Then he said to Mad Dog Qiang, "Mad Dog Qiang, if you continue to cause trouble here, then I'll have no choice but to invite you to the station for tea."

Mad Dog Qiang glared fiercely at Zhao Gang and said to his henchmen behind him, "Let's go!"

As he passed Chen Feng, he stopped and stared at Chen Feng with a sinister look in his eyes: "Kid, you've got guts. The police can protect you for a while, but not forever. We'll settle this score later."

Chen Feng looked at him expressionlessly: "I'm available anytime."

As Mad Dog Qiang's car drove away, the gang of thugs were also dispersed, and the commotion seemed to have subsided.

Zhao Gang turned around and looked at Jiang Hong and Chen Feng.

"Manager Jiang, in the future, it's best to call the police first for things like this." Zhao Gang's tone was somewhat cold.

Jiang Hong smiled and stepped forward: "Officer Zhao is right. We owe you a lot this time. I will definitely come to thank you in person another day."

Zhao Gang waved his hand, ignoring the question. He walked up to Chen Feng, looked him up and down, and lingered for a moment on Chen Feng's calloused hands.

"Not bad." Zhao Gang's voice was low, only the two of them could hear it. "Young man, stick to the right path and don't get involved with those gangsters. Getting bitten can be fatal."

Chen Feng looked into Zhao Gang's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, and nodded: "Understood, officer."

"Good to know." Zhao Gang patted him on the shoulder, turned around and got into the police car.

The police car sped away.

The magnificent entrance returned to calm, but everyone knew in their hearts that everything would change after tonight.

The way the security guards looked at Chen Feng changed from disdain and suspicion to awe and admiration.

Even Blackie standing next to him felt uncomfortable, like an outsider.

"What are you all standing there for? Aren't you supposed to be working?" Jiang Hong's voice broke the silence.

She turned around and gave Chen Feng a deep look, her eyes filled with admiration as well as a hint of barely perceptible worry.

"Chen Feng, come to my office."

Chen Feng responded and was about to follow when his arm was grabbed.

Looking back, I saw Lin Fang.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her lips were bitten until they turned white, and she gripped Chen Feng's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Are you...are you alright?" Her voice trembled.

Chen Feng looked at this usually fiery woman, now filled with terror, and felt a warmth in his heart. He gently patted the back of her hand, revealing a kind smile:

"Don't worry, Fang-jie, it's alright."

Lin Fang looked at his smile and wanted to curse him, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. In the end, she could only glare at him fiercely, let go of his hand, and run away.

In the corner, Monkey rubbed his hands together excitedly and said to Big Zhuang beside him, "See that? See that! That's the real Brother Feng! That's fucking satisfying!"

Da Zhuang nodded sheepishly: "Brother Feng is awesome."

Chen Feng straightened his clothes and walked up to the second floor.