Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Zhao Tai's hand stopped in mid-air, but he wasn't embarrassed. He took the handkerchief back and sniffed it, as if Bai Wei's cool fragrance still lingered on it.

His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, lingered unabashedly on Bai Wei's curvaceous figure.

"Mrs. Bai, what you're saying is hurtful."

Zhao Tai leaned close to Bai Wei's ear, lowered his voice, and said with a morbid excitement, "I'm here to save you. You see, those brutes from Crow only want your money and your power. But I'm different from them... I care more about you as a person."

He reached out and slid his hand along the inside of Bai Wei's snow-white thigh, where the slit of her cheongsam was, raising a few small goosebumps. "Why don't you come with me? As long as you serve me well, the West District will still be yours, how about it?"

Bai Wei shuddered, a wave of nausea rushing to the top of her head.

She finally understood that the crow wanted money, while Zhao Tai, that pervert, wanted her dignity and her body.

He enjoyed the thrill of trampling and humiliating his former high and mighty "sister-in-law" under his crotch.

"You're dreaming."

Bai Wei gritted her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Zhao Tai's face instantly darkened, and his previously refined and gentle demeanor shattered completely.

He suddenly stood up, approaching Bai Wei step by step, his tone turning cold:

"Bai Wei, don't push your luck! It's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you! That short-lived Zhou Ming has been dead for over half a year now, and you're sitting on that cold, lifeless bed, aren't you lonely?"

He reached out and grabbed Bai Wei's chin, forcing her to look up.

Do you know why I absolutely have to have you?

Zhao Tai leaned close to her ear, his voice low and grotesque, "Because you're the eldest brother's woman. Conquering someone else's woman, especially a high-and-mighty sister-in-law like you, that feeling... is more exhilarating than sleeping with a hundred young models."

Bai Wei felt a churning in her stomach and almost vomited.

Let me go!

She struggled desperately, but could not break free from Zhao Tai's grip.

Zhao Tai grinned maliciously, his grip tightening until Bai Wei's jaw ached.

The desire in his eyes was no longer concealed; it was the greed of a beast about to devour its prey.

"Let go...uh..."

Bai Wei gripped Zhao Tai's wrists tightly with both hands, her nails even digging into his flesh.

In despair, this once proud woman was driven to her last survival instinct.

Just as Zhao Tai leaned in to kiss her with that repulsive face, a fierce glint flashed in Bai Wei's eyes.

She suddenly raised her knee, and with all her might, her right foot, clad in a stiletto heel, kicked hard towards Zhao Tai's groin!

"Bang!"

That kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Hit the bullseye!

"Awooo—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the private room.

Zhao Tai's eyes bulged out instantly, and his face turned from white to red, then from red to purplish-brown.

He clutched his groin, arching his back at a ninety-degree angle like a boiled shrimp, making gurgling sounds in his throat, too painful to speak.

The henchmen around her were dumbfounded; none of them expected this seemingly frail widow to be so ruthless.

"You bitch! How dare you kick me!"

The excruciating pain was followed by a furious rage.

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Tai straightened up and slapped Bai Wei hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, Bai Wei staggered from the blow, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and half of her cheek instantly swelled up.

Her hair was disheveled, but her eyes remained stubbornly fixed on Zhao Tai, like a lioness who would rather die than submit.

"That's really intense... hiss..." Zhao Tai's face was contorted with rage as he inhaled the cold air and laughed sinisterly.

"That's awesome! I love it! The wilder the horse, the more conquering it feels!"

He yelled at the thugs who were standing there dumbfounded, "What are you all standing there for! Hold her down!"

"yes!"

Two burly men rushed up immediately, grabbing Bai Wei's shoulders and arms tightly from both sides, pinning her hands behind her back, and slamming her down onto the mahogany chair once again.

"Let me go! Get away!"

Bai Wei struggled desperately, but under the restraint of the two strong men, she was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, unable to move.

"Bai Wei, oh Bai Wei, you won't listen to a polite toast, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup later."

Zhao Tai caught his breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his eyes revealed a madness that could destroy everything.

He walked step by step behind Bai Wei, looking down at the stunning beauty who was pinned to the table.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then today..."

Zhao Tai leaned close to her ear, his voice low and grotesque, "I'll let you experience what it's like to be stripped naked in front of so many people."

Bai Wei's pupils suddenly contracted, and her face turned deathly pale.

"You...you dare!"

"What wouldn't I dare to do?"

Zhao Tai sneered, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked up Bai Wei's neck, finally stopping at her earlobe and taking a deep breath.

"Hiss—ha—"

The voice was extremely lewd, like a drug addict taking a hit of the finest drug.

"Tsk tsk...it smells so good!"

Zhao Tai closed his eyes in ecstasy, "This is the taste, perfectly ripe, with a widow's unique fragrance... It's truly irresistible, Madam Bai."

Zhao Tai closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face. "What a stunning young woman. This kind of aloof yet alluring charm is far more interesting than those women who only know how to fawn."

Bai Wei felt nauseous, her stomach churning.

"Zhao Tai! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Go ahead and curse, curse as much as you want."

His hand slowly slid towards the slit of Bai Wei's cheongsam, his fingertips wandering over that stretch of snow-white, smooth thigh, sending shivers down his spine.

Don't touch me!

Bai Wei struggled desperately, but the two thugs held her down tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

"Sizzle—!"

Zhao Tai grabbed the slit of the cheongsam and ripped it open with force!

The expensive silk was torn like waste paper in his hands, revealing Bai Wei's long, slender, snow-white legs and black lace-trimmed stockings...

"ah--!"

Bai Wei cried out in surprise, trembling with shame and indignation.

That patch of white skin looked particularly striking in the dim light.

The thugs and crows around them stared wide-eyed, their Adam's apples bobbing, their eyes filled with greed and lust.

Zhao Tai clutched the torn piece of cloth in his hand, bringing it to his nose and inhaling it frantically, his face filled with utter ecstasy.

"This flavor...it's so addictive!"

Just as Bai Wei felt the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, and she was completely plunged into despair.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the maniacal smile on Zhao Tai's face came to an abrupt end.

Everyone looked on in astonishment, only to see a black metal lighter fly out of nowhere and hit Zhao Tai's wrist, which was gripping the fabric, with pinpoint accuracy.

The force was so great that he winced in pain and released his grip, and the torn piece of cheongsam fabric fluttered to the ground.

The decadence and heat of the entire private room seemed to be frozen instantly by this sudden change. A lazy yet sarcastic voice abruptly came from the door of the private room, clearly penetrating everyone's ears.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"You people from the West District are truly despicable. So many grown men bullying a weak woman, who is also your sister-in-law. Is this what you call the underworld? You have no sense of morality whatsoever, and you have no shame at all."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the hot and decadent atmosphere in the private room.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Amidst the chaos of the earlier crowd, a figure in a black raincoat, who had somehow removed his hat, was leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes cold as knives.

It was Chen Feng.