Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The night in Donghai City, beneath the flashing neon lights, conceals countless filth and transactions.

Inside the VIP boxes of the Moulin Rouge underground casino, the air was thick with the smell of expensive cigars and a nauseatingly luxurious atmosphere.

Zhao Tai sat on the leather sofa, swirling a glass of blood-red wine in his hand.

He shed the facade of a refined scoundrel he wore during the day, and instead loosely draped a silk shirt over his shoulders, the collar wide open, revealing his pale and thin chest, his eyes brooding and fanatical.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man with a fierce face.

This man had high cheekbones and a pair of triangular eyes that gleamed with a thieving light.

He was none other than Zhou Mingsheng's trusted confidant, the former boss of the West District, and the culprit who was now causing Bai Wei so much trouble—"Crow".

"Young Master Zhao, this is freshly arrived, top-quality stuff. Would you like to try some?"

The crow, bowing low and with a fawning expression, offered a neatly cut cigar. "While it can't compare to the special supply from your Zhao family, it's still quite a rare find."

Zhao Tai glanced disdainfully at the cigar held by the crow's rough fingers, but did not take it. He simply took a cold sip of his drink.

"How's the matter I asked you to handle going?"

Zhao Tai's voice was shrill, carrying an air of arrogant superiority, "How much longer can she hold on?"

The crow awkwardly withdrew its hand, but wasn't annoyed; it just chuckled.

"Don't worry, Young Master Zhao, that woman is already at her last gasp. In the past few days, I've arranged for my men to cause trouble at the sand pit, which has basically brought it to a standstill. I've also had someone report that there are people using drugs at the nightclub, and the police are checking licenses every day. Business has been impossible for her for a long time. I've bought off most of her brothers, so now she's all alone."

"A commander without troops is not enough."

Zhao Tai put down his wine glass, leaned forward, and stared intently at the crow with bloodshot eyes, his gaze flashing with an almost morbid desire. "I want her to lose everything. I want her to kneel before me and beg for my life."

The crow paused for a moment, then revealed a knowing, lewd grin:

"Young Master Zhao, you... haven't given up on that widow yet? Bai Wei is indeed a beauty, that figure, that butt, tsk tsk, Zhou Ming, that short-lived bastard, really had no luck."

"Shut your dog mouth."

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Tai's eyes. "That piece of trash Zhou Ming dares to compare himself to me? There's nothing I can't get if I want it."

Zhao Tai stood up and paced anxiously in the private room.

Everyone knows he is the youngest son of the Zhao family, enjoying immense prestige.

But only he knew that the label of "illegitimate child" was burning his heart like a branding iron.

That old hag in the family always favors the eldest son, forbidding him from getting involved in illegal activities and only wanting to mold him into a puppet who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun.

He is not willing!

He wants to build his own power and have his own weapon!

The chaotic and unmanaged West District became his best springboard.

As for Bai Wei… Zhao Tai’s mind conjured up Bai Wei’s beautiful and poignant face, as well as her voluptuous and mature body.

The aloofness of a widow, the brokenness of a respectable woman forced into depravity—just thinking about it made him feel hot all over, and he couldn't wait to pin her down and ravage her.

Conquering such a top-notch married woman is a million times more satisfying than playing with those young models who will spread their legs for money!

"Young Master Zhao, don't worry."

The crow crept up and whispered, "I've already made arrangements. In two days, I'll leave her with nothing."

"very good."

Zhao Tai pulled a check from his pocket and tossed it lightly onto the coffee table. "This is a reward for you. After this is done, you'll be the boss of the West District."

The crow's eyes lit up, and it greedily grabbed the check, counting the zeros and nodding vigorously.

"Young Master Zhao, you're so generous! Don't worry, I guarantee I'll turn that swan into a plucked pheasant and make her obediently crawl into your bed!"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhao Tai's lips as he picked up his wine glass again and swirled it in the light.

……

The next day, at the Fenghua Sand Field office.

The monkey sneaked into the office mysteriously, its face showing the excitement of someone who had just dug out gold bars from a garbage dump.

"Brother Feng, big news!"

The monkey swept into the office like a gust of wind, locked the door behind him, and looked like Sun Wukong who had just stolen peaches from the Heavenly Peach Garden.

Don't be so alarmed.

Chen Feng turned and sat back in his chair, stubbing out his cigarette. "Tell me, what did you find out?"

The monkey gulped down a large mouthful of cold tea, wiped its mouth, lowered its voice, and gave a lewd yet mysterious look:

"That bastard Zhao Tai, I've got him figured out. On the surface, he's a respectable businessman, but in private he's a real womanizer! He has a peculiar hobby—"

The monkey held up two fingers and gestured, "A wife-obsessed man!"

"I've been following him these past few days and discovered that the high-end clubs he goes to all feature middle-aged women who still have their charm. The more married they are, the more dignified and respectable they seem, the more he's hooked!"

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow: "So, he's after Bai Wei?"

"Absolutely!"

Monkey slapped his thigh. "Who's Bai Wei? The big sister-in-law of the West District, a widow! She's so hot, and that kind of pride she has when her husband just died, all alone and helpless, is exactly the kind of girl a pervert like Zhao Tai would want! I heard that Zhao Tai tried to get close to Bai Wei by sending her flowers and money, but she rejected him every time. That guy got angry and started having crooked ideas."

At this point, the monkey's expression turned serious, and he pulled a notebook from his pocket and opened it.

"Now for the important part. Brother Feng, I found out that Zhao Tai is colluding with that guy called 'Crow.' It's not just a simple business partnership; it's a grand scheme! That kid's ruthless; he's trying to kill two birds with one stone!"

"Which two birds?"

"The first bird is naturally the white rose."

The monkey analyzed, "Since the soft approach doesn't work, he'll try the hard one. He'll support Crow, that traitor, to take power and force Bai Wei to hand over power. When Bai Wei loses everything and becomes penniless, he'll reappear as a savior. At that time, a proud woman like Bai Wei will have no choice but to obediently climb into his bed for survival."

Chen Feng sneered:

"This 'hero saves the beauty' tactic turned into 'forcing a good woman into prostitution,' which is quite in line with this kid's insidious character."

"This second bird is the most crucial."

The monkey continued, "Brother Feng, do you know that although Zhao Tai is the young master of the Zhao family, he's an illegitimate child and has no status in the family? Old Master Zhao is a rigid old man; he only allows direct descendants to handle core businesses and strictly forbids the Zhao family from getting involved in organized crime. This kid Zhao Tai isn't willing to be a puppet; he wants to seize power in the Zhao family, and he needs to have connections in the underworld!"

"So..." Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and continued, "He wants to control the underground forces in the West District through Crow. In this way, he can control the resources of the West District and also have his own private army. Then, his words will carry more weight in the Zhao family."

"Brother Feng is brilliant!"

The monkey gave a thumbs-up, "That's exactly right! The crow is just a vicious dog that Zhao Tai keeps!"

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

When these clues are pieced together, Zhao Tai's ambition becomes crystal clear.

They want not only people, but also power; not only money, but also influence.

"What a pity, their ambitions were higher than the sky, but their fate was as fragile as paper."