Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He stretched out his finger and rudely poked Chen Feng's chest, his tone growing harsher with each poke:

"A toad trying to eat swan meat? He doesn't even know his own worth!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his breath reeking of alcohol and malice, which rushed straight to Chen Feng's face.

"I'm warning you, starting tonight, stay away from Hao Mei! If I see you with her again, I'll make sure you can't stay in Donghai!"

This series of humiliations rained down on Chen Feng like a barrage of bullets.

If it were before, Chen Feng would have already punched him.

But he hasn't moved yet.

Because this is the Moon Gazing Festival, and because Hao Mei is still here.

Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette, slowly turned around, his eyes as cold as knives.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging violence in his heart, and instead revealed a strange smile on his face.

He reached out and gently brushed away Zhao Tai's fingers that were poking his chest. The movement was gentle, yet it carried an irresistible force.

"Young Master Zhao is right, I am a rough man who sells sand."

Chen Feng stared into Zhao Tai's eyes, his voice eerily calm, "Since Young Master Zhao values ​​birth and lineage so much, then I would like to ask him—"

He paused, a hint of mockery in his eyes:

"I've heard that the Zhao family has strict rules, emphasizing the hierarchy between嫡子 (legitimate son) and 庶子 (illegitimate son). Although Young Master Zhao shares the surname Zhao, in this circle, does your voice truly represent the Zhao family? Or are you just a bastard who might not even be included in the family genealogy?"

"boom!"

These two words struck Zhao Tai like a thunderbolt, hitting him hard on the top of the head.

This is his Achilles' heel!

It was his biggest Achilles' heel in his life!

He was the illegitimate son of the Zhao family patriarch. Although he was brought back home, he was never well received and had an awkward position in the family. Even the servants in the house dared to gossip about his background in private.

He tried desperately to perform well and climb the ranks, all to wash away this stain.

Chen Feng's words were undoubtedly like publicly ripping him apart and rubbing salt into his already bleeding flesh.

"You're asking for it!!"

Zhao Tai's rationality crumbled instantly, his eyes turning bloodshot, like a mad dog that had been provoked.

He suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Chen Feng's collar tightly with both hands, and tried to drag him over to teach him a lesson.

However, an embarrassing scene unfolded.

Chen Feng is too tall and too strong, and his lower body is as stable as Mount Tai.

Zhao Tai pulled, but Chen Feng didn't budge.

On the contrary, Zhao Tai himself, in order to look Chen Feng in the eye and maintain this intimidating "collar grabbing" posture, had to try his best to stand on tiptoe. He looked like a koala clinging to Chen Feng, or a clown throwing a tantrum, which was both ridiculous and laughable.

Chen Feng lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Tai, who was standing close by, standing on tiptoe with a flushed face. There was no anger in his eyes, only a cold indifference as if he were looking at trash.

"Young Master Zhao."

Chen Feng's lips curled slightly, his tone extremely contemptuous:

"Aren't you tired of talking on your tiptoes?"

This sentence is a thousand times more hurtful than the previous "bastard"!

This is a blatant, all-around domination in terms of height, physique, and presence!

"Fuck your mother!"

Zhao Tai went completely mad. He released one hand and raised his fist to smash Chen Feng's face.

This punch embodied the madness he felt at that moment, after being completely enraged.

But for someone like Chen Feng, who honed his skills on the streets, the punch was as slow as a movie.

Chen Feng didn't even move his feet; he simply tilted his head slightly and easily dodged the weak attack.

"call--"

Zhao Tai's punch missed its mark.

Because he exerted too much force and lost his balance, Zhao Tai was like a sack with its bones removed. With a "thud," he landed face-first on the ground, making a solid fall.

The back of his suit jacket was pulled up to his waist, revealing a taut, almost white leather belt underneath. His buttocks were sticking out high, making him look as disheveled as a drowned dog that had just been stripped naked and thrown into the street.

The guests who had been whispering to each other were startled by the commotion and turned around, bursting into laughter.

Chen Feng didn't laugh.

He looked down at the disheveled Zhao Tai on the ground, his brows furrowed tightly, a hint of disgust and wariness flashing in his eyes.

Behind Zhao Tai is the Zhao family, a true behemoth in Donghai City.

Chen Feng is still young and inexperienced; he is not yet qualified to wage war against such a behemoth.

If he really pushes this kid too far tonight and things escalate to a point of no return, it won't do Chen Feng any good.

He didn't want to make a big fuss here.

Chen Feng turned to leave, too lazy to bother with this mad dog anymore.

But Zhao Tai, like a stray dog ​​whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly scrambled to his feet, his face covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, and roared as he charged forward again:

"Chen Feng! You dare to hide?! I'll kill you!!"

He roared and waved his fists like a madman out of control.

Just then, a cold voice rang out from behind.

"What...are you doing?"

Hao Mei walked back slowly, wearing high heels.

She was still holding a lipstick in her hand, clearly having just touched up her makeup.

Seeing Zhao Tai's wretched appearance and his impending attack on Chen Feng, Hao Mei paused, her brows furrowing slightly.

She neither laughed nor spoke; she simply watched the scene unfold quietly.

Zhao Tai was halfway through his lunge when his movements suddenly froze.

He turned his head and saw Hao Mei's icy face. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. The alcohol, anger, and shame all surged up, and his face turned pale and then red.

"Hao...Hao Mei...I..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found himself in a state of disarray—his face covered in dust, his suit wrinkled, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—making any explanation a joke.

Hao Mei ignored him, but looked at Chen Feng, her voice calm but with a hint of concern:

"Are you alright?"

Chen Feng shook his head, his voice low:

"It's alright, let's go."

He reached out to pull Hao Mei away.

But Zhao Tai, as if grasping at a straw, suddenly rushed to Hao Mei, his voice trembling:

"Hao Mei, listen to me! This kid... he hit me! He's bullying people here just because he knows some kung fu! You can't go with him! He doesn't deserve it!"

Hao Mei stopped and looked at him quietly.

For a fleeting moment, Zhao Tai had a strange feeling—that she would believe him.

But the next second, Hao Mei simply spoke, her voice as cold as ice:

"Zhao Tai, you've had too much to drink."

One sentence, like a slap in the face, landed hard on Zhao Tai's face.

He froze on the spot, his face turning from white to green, and then to purple.

Hao Mei didn't look at him again, took Chen Feng's hand, and walked straight towards the elevator.

Zhao Tai stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the hatred in his eyes almost solidifying.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

"Chen Feng..."

His back teeth were practically grinding to powder, and his voice was filled with venom:

"I'm going to fucking kill you!!"

……

Inside the elevator.

Hao Mei released Chen Feng's hand, leaned against the elevator wall, and looked at him sideways.

"Just now...you didn't do anything, did you?"

Chen Feng paused for a second, then nodded:

"without."

He didn't actually do it.

Zhao Tai only dodged for a moment, and then he fell down on his own.

Hao Mei hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, loosened his tie, and tried to relieve the tightness in his chest. "I just don't want to get entangled with this kind of mad dog."

Hao Mei could hear the suppressed emotion in his tone.

She knew that, given Chen Feng's temper, he would have beaten Zhao Tai to a pulp long ago.

He was able to hold back today entirely for the sake of the bigger picture and because he didn't want to put her in a difficult position.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Hao Mei said softly, reaching out to grasp Chen Feng's hand.

As the elevator descends, the numbers change with each floor.

Chen Feng looked down at Hao Mei's quiet profile and suddenly felt something.

Tonight's moon-viewing party.

It was totally worth it.