Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The valet knocked on Chen Feng's car window with a look of disdain, pointing to a dark corner in the back, "Move your car! Go to that corner in there! That's for cars like yours!"

Chen Feng rolled down the car window, his brows furrowed, and his temper flared up instantly.

"Isn't this empty? I saw that Crown just left."

"The crown is the crown, and you are you!"

The valet didn't even glance at him, his nostrils flailing in the air. "This spot is reserved for VIPs! See that Mercedes over there? That's Young Master Zhao's car! Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"

Chen Feng looked in the direction he pointed and saw a brand-new silver Mercedes-Benz 600SEL slowly driving up with an extremely arrogant license plate: "Dong A·44444".

An unnamed anger instantly flared up in Chen Feng's heart.

Chen Feng is now a big shot in the South District, with a hundred or so brothers under his command. When has he ever been treated like this?

"What if I don't allow it?"

Chen Feng stared coldly at the parking attendant, his eyes revealing a chillingly fierce light.

The parking attendant was startled by that look and instinctively took a half step back.

But soon, relying on the power behind him, he straightened his back and pointed at Chen Feng's nose, cursing:

"You won't let me in? Do you know who's here today? If you delay Young Master Zhao's entry, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold your beat-up Santana! If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"You're asking for it!"

Chen Feng suddenly pushed open the car door and was about to get out.

When has he ever suffered such humiliation?

Even Ninth Master never pointed his finger at him and cursed him like that!

A soft, warm hand suddenly pressed down on his arm.

"Chen Feng".

Hao Mei's voice was soft, yet it carried a strange, comforting power: "Don't be impulsive."

Chen Feng turned to look at her, his anger still burning.

"That snobbish brat, he needs to be taught a lesson..."

Hao Mei looked at him and said, word by word, "It's easy to teach him a lesson, but others will laugh at you. It's not worth getting into a fight with a parking attendant and ruining your mood over someone like that."

Chen Feng took a deep breath, then another.

He knew Hao Mei was right.

Tonight's banquet is attended by important figures; we can't afford to make a fool of ourselves.

If he gets into a conflict with the hotel staff before even entering the hotel, and it gets back to Master Jiu, where will he put his face?

"OK."

He squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

The Santana reversed, turned, and drove towards that secluded corner.

The parking attendant scoffed dismissively.

"What are you pretending to be! Driving a beat-up Audi and daring to compete with Young Master Zhao for a parking space? Don't you even know your place?"

Then, he immediately put on a fawning smile, scurried over to the parked Mercedes, and bowed and scraped as he opened the car door.

Finally, the car stopped in a dark and secluded spot.

Chen Feng turned off the engine, got out of the car, stood beside the car, and looked back at the brightly lit main entrance of the hotel in the distance.

The valet was attentively opening the door for the Mercedes when a young man in a white suit stepped out and swaggered into the hotel.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, memorizing that figure's back.

"What are you looking at?"

Hao Mei walked to his side.

"It's nothing."

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, and the anger on his face was gradually replaced by something cold and sinister.

He looked at the lone Santana, then at the row of gleaming luxury cars in the distance, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

I'll remember this insult.

The day I make something of myself, I'll drive a car that's more expensive than any of yours, and make all of you snobbish bastards kneel down and polish my shoes!

"Let's go."

Hao Mei took his arm. "Don't keep them waiting."

Chen Feng composed himself and walked side by side with Hao Mei toward the hotel entrance.

The hotel lobby is magnificent, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the dome, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

The two took a private elevator directly to the top floor.

"bite--"

The moment the elevator doors slowly opened, Chen Feng felt as if a sudden enlightenment had opened up before him.

The top floor is a huge open-air sky garden.

The surrounding area is filled with precious flowers and greenery, with a spacious marble terrace in the center.

Above us was a deep blue night sky, with a full moon hanging high, casting a silvery glow like water.

Below me stretched the night view of the entire Donghai City, a dazzling display of lights from thousands of homes, as brilliant as a galaxy.

On the terrace, elegantly dressed women mingled, and glasses clinked in celebration.

The men were all wearing high-end suits, either black or gray, with impeccable tailoring.

The women wore all sorts of gorgeous evening gowns, adorned with jewels, vying for attention.

Waiters moved among the crowd, their trays laden with champagne and red wine.

The melodious sound of a violin drifted from a corner, blending with the hushed conversations of people, creating an atmosphere that was both luxurious and pleasant.

Chen Feng stood at the elevator entrance, momentarily lost in thought.

This is what high society is all about...

He sighed inwardly, but on the surface he tried to remain calm, wearing a nonchalant smile that said, "I've seen it all."

Hao Mei gently pinched his arm and whispered:

"Don't look around so much, it makes you look like you've never seen the world before."

"I don't."

Chen Feng quickly withdrew his wandering gaze.

The two had only taken a few steps onto the terrace when a familiar figure came to greet them.

pony.

Ninth Master's personal bodyguard, a martial arts expert with prominent temples who looked intimidating.

Tonight he changed into a black Zhongshan suit, which made him look even more capable and efficient.

"Chen Feng."

Xiao Ma nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Hao Mei without asking any further questions.

"Ninth Master is entertaining guests over there. He asked me to show you around and introduce you to the people."

Xiao Ma lowered his voice, "There's a big event tonight, all sorts of people will be there. There are some you can befriend, and some you need to be wary of. Let me introduce you."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Ma."

Chen Feng said politely.

Xiao Ma nodded and led the two deeper into the terrace.

"Look over there first, the noisiest place."

Xiao Ma's voice was low, and his sharp eyes swept across the entire room.

Xiao Ma raised his chin slightly, pointing to a group of people on the east side of the terrace who were surrounded by a crowd of people.

In the center of the crowd, a bald, burly man stood out conspicuously.

He was as burly as an iron tower, with a gold chain as thick as a finger hanging around his neck. His face was full of fat that trembled with laughter, exuding an unbridled bandit-like aura.

"North District, Lei Hu. People call him 'Lei the Tiger'."

Xiao Ma's voice turned colder. "Ninth Master's old rival, and also your mortal enemy."

Lei Hu...

Chen Feng's gaze froze instantly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

This is the person who offered 300,000 to kill him.

If it weren't for Dazhuang risking his life to protect me that night, my grave would be overgrown with grass by now.

As if sensing the murderous gaze, Lei Hu, who was drinking heavily, suddenly turned his head.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.

Lei Hu recognized Chen Feng, but instead of feeling guilty, he grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His eyes were full of provocation and disdain, as if he were looking at an ant that he could crush at any moment: Kid, you're lucky to be alive.

Chen Feng remained expressionless, staring coldly at him as if he were looking at a dead man.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

But he knew this was not the place to make a move.

Just then, the girl in the silver halter dress next to Lei Hu noticed her brother's unusual behavior, turned her head slightly, and looked in his direction.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on Chen Feng's face.

She paused for half a second, raised an eyebrow, and leaned close to Lei Hu's ear:

"Brother, who are you staring at? You're smiling so slyly."

Lei Hu withdrew his gaze and chuckled softly:

"Chen Feng, the hottest rising star in the South District."