Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Despite the deep of night, the offices of Fenghua Battlefield were still brightly lit.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Monkey was hunched over the table calculating accounts, Shen Zhou was organizing receipts beside him, while Da Zhuang and Er Gou, shirtless, were each munching on a large bowl of instant noodles.

"Hey, Brother Shen, you're being way too meticulous. You even remember the price of a two-cent screw?"

Er Gou grumbled as he chewed on his noodles.

Shen Zhou didn't even look up:

"This is called financial compliance; every penny must have a destination."

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

"Cough cough."

A slightly affected cough rang out.

Everyone instinctively looked up, and then everyone froze.

Er Gou had a mouthful of noodles hanging in mid-air, forgotten to suck it in; Da Zhuang's fork fell into the bowl, splashing soup all over his face; Monkey's glasses slipped down to the bridge of his nose; even the usually composed Shen Zhou opened his mouth wide.

A man was standing at the door.

He wore a perfectly tailored black double-breasted suit without a single wrinkle; his snow-white shirt had a crisp collar tied with an elegant Windsor knot; and his leather shoes were polished to a shine, reflecting his image.

Her hair was combed meticulously, and she exuded an aura of elite power that made people afraid to look directly at her.

"Who...who is this?"

Er Gou swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, "Did we go to the wrong place? This isn't a nightclub."

The "elite man" suddenly pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, frowned, fanned the smoke in front of him, and said in an extremely deep, magnetic voice:

"The air here is terrible, filled with the smell of nicotine and cheap instant noodles. A gentleman shouldn't be in an environment like this."

Everyone:

"..."

That voice... why does it sound so familiar?

"Holy crap! Feng Ge?!"

The monkey was the first to react, jumping up with its eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. "You're Brother Feng?!"

Chen Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a reserved yet polite smile, as he slowly walked to his desk.

He didn't sit down directly, but first carefully wiped the tattered boss's chair with a handkerchief before gracefully sitting down, crossing his legs, and placing his hands on his knees.

"Watch your words, monkey."

Chen Feng said calmly, "What 'fuck'? That's too vulgar. You should say 'My God'."

"I...I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

Er Gou finally snapped out of his daze, rushed over, and circled Chen Feng three times, looking at him like he was an alien. "Brother Feng, are you possessed? Or are you being kept by some rich woman? That suit... it must have cost a fortune!"

Dazhuang reached out to touch the fabric of the suit:

"Wow, it looks so smooth..."

"Snapped!"

Chen Feng slapped away Da Zhuang's hand, which was covered in red oil, instantly breaking his act and revealing his true colors:

"Don't move! You fatso! This outfit costs several thousand! Get your pig's trotters off me! If you get it dirty, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter instantly, and the eerie "sophisticated" atmosphere in the office vanished completely.

"I knew it! Feng Ge is still the same Feng Ge!"

Er Gou laughed so hard he slapped his thigh. "You were so pretentious just now, I wanted to punch you!"

Chen Feng loosened his tie, let out a long sigh, slumped into his chair, and crossed his legs.

"Damn it, pretending to be a gentleman is so tiring! It's suffocating me."

"Brother Feng, what exactly are you up to?"

The monkey, suppressing a laugh, asked, "Why are you dressed like this to inspect the battlefield in the middle of the night?"

"That's called being a 'gentleman,' understand?"

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, carefully trying not to get any ash on his clothes. "I'm going to a moon-viewing party the day after tomorrow, it's a high-society event. I need to practice beforehand, so I don't embarrass Nancheng."

Shen Zhou pushed up his glasses, looking at Chen Feng's outfit with a hint of admiration in his eyes:

"Brother Chen, this outfit is a great choice. The Italian tailoring and double-breasted design exude authority and suit your figure perfectly. It seems the person who helped you choose this outfit has excellent taste."

"That's right!"

Chen Feng proudly raised his chin, "Don't you even know who took me there?"

"Alright, alright, stop crowding around."

Chen Feng waved his hand, "I need to maintain this state for the next few days. You all need to cooperate and stop using 'fuck' or 'damn' all the time, it lowers my standards."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen!"

The group responded with grins.

Looking at his brothers, Chen Feng inwardly complained about their lack of knowledge, but he also knew that no matter what he dressed up as, he would always be their big brother here, the one he could entrust his back to.

"Shen Zhou, how are the accounts these past few days?"

Chen Feng returned to the main topic.

"It's basically sorted out."

Shen Zhou handed over a report, "After taking over Mad Dog Qiang's business, the cash flow has become much more abundant. However, the accounts for that 'Nightfall' nightclub are still a bit unclear."

"Tell Ma San to pay attention; all he does all day is fool around with girls."

Chen Feng sneered, his eyes instantly turning sharp, completely losing any semblance of his previous "gentlemanly" demeanor. "As long as he doesn't cross the line, we'll turn a blind eye. But if he dares to put his hand in my pocket, I'll chop off his claws."

This is the real Chen Feng.

Beneath his suit and tie, he still harbors the ruthless and decisive heart of a tyrant.

……

After showing off on the battlefield, it was already midnight.

Chen Feng returned to Jinxiu Garden.

After parking the car, he checked his hair in the rearview mirror to make sure he was still outrageously handsome before carrying the late-night snack he had packed for the two women—not from a roadside stall, but a delicate dessert he had casually grabbed from the Western restaurant earlier—and headed upstairs.

He took out his key and gently opened the attic door.

The lights in the room were still on.

Lin Fang and Liu Yu were wearing pajamas, snuggled up on the sofa watching TV.

Upon hearing the door open, the two turned around simultaneously.

"You're back? Have you eaten? There's still some in the pot..."

Lin Fang's words came to an abrupt halt, as if she had been choked.

The remote control in Liu Yu's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Standing at the doorway was a man who looked as if he had stepped out of a movie poster.

The dim light shone on his sharp black suit, highlighting his broad shoulders and slender figure.

The somewhat intimidating bandit aura that was originally there was gone, replaced by a mature charm and a sense of abstinence that made one's legs go weak.

Especially his slicked-back hair, which revealed his sharply defined features, deep eyes, and a smile on his lips.

This... this is Chen Feng, the one who usually wears baggy shorts and drinks beer shirtless?

"What? Don't you recognize me?"

Seeing the two women staring in disbelief, Chen Feng felt his vanity greatly satisfied.

On the battlefield, he was there for his brothers; here, he's there for women. The feeling is completely different.

He closed the door, strode in with his long legs, and placed the exquisite paper box on the coffee table.

"The dessert I brought for you is called tiramisu, a foreign thing."

"Chen...Chen Feng?"

Liu Yu stammered, her eyes sparkling, "You...how did you become so...so handsome?"

"Am I handsome? Haven't I always looked like this?"

Chen Feng deliberately adjusted his cufflinks in a flamboyant manner, "To be worthy of these two beauties, I have to tidy myself up a bit, don't I?"

Lin Fang was two years older, and after regaining her senses, her eyes instantly became somewhat complicated.

It's definitely stunning; what woman doesn't want her man to be incredibly handsome?

But what followed was a deep sense of crisis.