Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Chen Feng?"

Lei Xue's eyes lit up, and her voice unconsciously rose a little, "The one who crippled Zhou Liren's hand?"

"Yes, that's him."

Lei Xue rested her chin on her hand, glanced at Chen Feng a few more times, and gently curved her red lips into a smile, murmuring:

"He's actually quite handsome..."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a natural air of spoiled arrogance, as if she were commenting on a toy she had just taken a liking to.

Chen Feng naturally noticed her as well.

He frowned, then turned to ask Xiao Ma:

"Who is that woman next to Lei Hu?"

Xiao Ma lowered his voice even further:

"Lei Xue, Lei Hu's younger sister."

Xiao Ma said, "She's beautiful, but has a bad temper, is willful and capricious, and spoiled by Lei Hu. In this circle, it's better to offend Lei Hu than to mess with this crazy girl. Lei Hu is always concerned with profit when he takes action, but this woman acts entirely on her whim and is very difficult to deal with."

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze:

"Understood, Brother Ma."

Xiao Ma turned Chen Feng slightly to look at the other side.

There sat a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit, smiling as he poured wine for the person next to him.

He had a kind face and looked like a wealthy old man who was content with his lot, completely out of place with the hustle and bustle around him.

"Zhang Donglin, from Dongcheng District, is nicknamed 'Smiling Buddha'."

Xiao Ma whispered, "He started out in smuggling, and now he's laundered his money and gone into real estate. Don't be fooled by his smiling face; he's blacker than coal. Lei Hu is openly evil, but he's ruthless in the shadows. He's the best at eating people alive without spitting out the bones."

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine and secretly memorized the seemingly kind smiling face.

"And over there, that's the circle of young masters in the business world."

Xiao Ma finally turned his gaze to the central area, his tone tinged with disdain, "Unlike us who live on the edge, they were born with a silver spoon in their mouths."

A group of well-dressed young people were gathered together, talking animatedly.

"The fat one is Li Ming from the Li family, he's in the import and export business; the tall, thin one is Ouyang Xuan, he works in finance."

Xiao Ma finally pointed to the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked refined and scholarly. "The one in the middle is Zhao Tai. He's the youngest son of the Zhao family, supposedly born to a mistress, and disliked by his family. But he's cunning and ruthless; he'll do anything to climb the social ladder. The Zhao family is a large and powerful real estate company in Donghai. Don't go head-to-head with him."

"These three families are the three major business clans in Donghai City, with deeply entrenched influence. Even Ninth Master has to give them some face."

Chen Feng carefully examined the young men, secretly making plans in his mind.

If you want to gain a foothold in the business world in the future, you will have to deal with these people sooner or later.

Just then, the young man named Zhao Tai seemed to sense something, turned around, and his eyes met Chen Feng's.

His gaze faltered for a moment, then fell on Hao Mei beside Chen Feng, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Hao Mei?"

Zhao Tai pushed aside the people around him and strode over, a delighted smile on his face.

"It really is you! Long time no see!"

Hao Mei's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and nodded politely.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I was wondering why the moon was so round tonight; turns out a beautiful woman is coming."

Zhao Tai, his face full of flattery, lingered on Hao Mei, saying, "You look beautiful tonight, this dress suits you so well."

"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Zhao!"

Hao Mei's tone was indifferent, clearly indicating that she didn't want to talk any further.

"Don't mention Young Master Zhao, you're too polite."

Zhao Tai smiled even more ingratiatingly, "Just call me by my name, aren't we old classmates?"

"They were just high school classmates."

Hao Mei's tone remained indifferent.

But Zhao Tai seemed oblivious, and continued enthusiastically:

"I asked you out to dinner last time, but you said you were busy and never had time. Now that we've run into each other, how about we find somewhere to have a good chat later?"

"Tonight might not be convenient."

Hao Mei moved closer to Chen Feng.

Only then did Zhao Tai seem to notice Chen Feng's presence, glancing at him with a condescending look.

He looked Chen Feng up and down, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

This person looked unfamiliar, though he was dressed quite well, but his demeanor always exuded a...江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) vibe.

"Who is this?"

Zhao Tai asked.

"My friend, Chen Feng."

Hao Mei said calmly.

friend.

He's not my boyfriend, just a friend.

A hint of smugness flashed in Zhao Tai's eyes, and his smile deepened.

He had been pursuing Hao Mei for almost two years, and they barely ate together more than a few times.

Why would Hao Mei come to the banquet with this country bumpkin who appeared out of nowhere?!

Zhao Taiqiang suppressed his shock and jealousy, forcing a stiff smile:

"Nice to meet you. Mr. Chen, you look unfamiliar. May I ask where you work and what kind of big business you're involved in?"

"Young Master Zhao, it's a pleasure to meet you. I run a small business in building materials, just trying to make a living."

Chen Feng smiled slightly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Building materials?

Zhao Tai raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of condescension, "Oh, so you sell sand and cement?"

"almost."

"That must have been really tough."

Zhao Tai smiled meaningfully. "These days, it's not easy to do building materials in Donghai. There are gangsters involved everywhere; you can easily get into trouble if you're not careful. Mr. Chen, you'd better be careful."

These words were spoken in a sarcastic tone, clearly implying that Chen Feng was not up to par.

A hint of coldness flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, but his smile remained gentle.

"Young Master Zhao is right."

Just as Zhao Tai was about to say something more, Xiao Ma suddenly spoke up:

"Chen Feng, Ninth Master wants you to come over."

Excuse me.

Chen Feng nodded to Zhao Tai, then took Hao Mei's arm and turned to leave.

As Zhao Tai watched the two figures disappear into the distance, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"Young Master Zhao, who is that person?"

Li Ming leaned closer and asked.

"I don't know, I'm just a country bumpkin."

Zhao Tai snorted coldly, "How could Hao Mei possibly be interested in someone like this?"

Zhao Tai stared coldly in the direction Chen Feng had left.

Sooner or later, he would teach this ignorant bumpkin what the difference between social classes really meant.

……

the other side.

Xiao Ma led Chen Feng to Ninth Master's side.

"Ninth Master, Chen Feng has arrived."

Ninth Master turned around, his gaze sweeping over Chen Feng, and nodded slightly:

"You're here? Well done, looks presentable."

"You flatter me, Ninth Master."

Ninth Master patted his shoulder and lowered his voice:

"All sorts of powerful figures are here tonight, so take your time to observe and get to know them. If you need anything, just ask Xiao Ma, and he'll take care of it."

"Thank you, Ninth Master."

After saying that, Ninth Master went back to entertaining other guests.

Xiao Ma continued, "The last one is a bit special."

His tone became complicated, and his gaze fell on the most secluded corner of the terrace.

Following Xiao Ma's gaze, Chen Feng's eyes pierced through the crowd and settled on the woman leaning alone against the railing.

With just one glance, Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

She was an extremely eye-catching woman.

By the moonlight, Chen Feng could see her face clearly.

It was the face of an extremely beautiful young woman.

She has an oval face, fair skin like solidified cream, yet with a radiant glow unique to mature women. Her cheeks are naturally flushed, as if she has just been pampered by a man, with the flush not yet fading.

Her peach blossom eyes were moist and watery, with upturned corners that were captivating at a glance, yet they carried a hint of shyness, as if she might blush and beg for mercy at any moment.

Her lips were full and rounded, like ripe cherries waiting to be bitten.