Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Bai Wei suddenly opened her eyes, and through her tear-filled vision, she saw that familiar figure.

It's him!

That young man who saved me from an awkward situation at the moon-viewing party!

In that instant, their eyes met.

Chen Feng saw surprise, hope, and a hint of barely perceptible gratitude in her eyes.

Bai Wei saw in his eyes a calmness, an overbearing air, and a certainty of certainty.

"Who the hell are you? Meddling in other people's business? Don't you want to live?!" The crow, its "refined mood" interrupted, cursed angrily.

Zhao Tai's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized Chen Feng!

This bastard publicly humiliated him at the moon-viewing party, making him lose face!

Zhao Tai slowly turned around, his expression shifting from astonishment to ecstatic joy and malice in an instant.

"Hahaha! Chen Feng?!"

Zhao Tai straightened his crooked tie, laughing so hard his whole body was shaking. "Great, great! I was just looking for you, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

He released Bai Wei, turned to face Chen Feng, his smile cold and smug. "You had a path to heaven, but you chose to walk into hell!"

The gloom on Zhao Tai's face was instantly replaced by a morbid excitement.

He never expected that the enemy he had been searching for and wanted to take revenge on would actually come to him on his own initiative!

"Chen Feng, you've really surprised me!"

Zhao Tai paced back and forth, his tone carrying a playful, cat-and-mouse tone, "I was just thinking about how to deal with you, you ignorant bumpkin, after I finished dealing with this slut. I never expected you to come here and die like this."

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Chen Feng, and said to the crow beside him, "Crow, do you know who this is? The 'famous' Boss Chen of the South District!"

Zhao Tai looked at him with a mocking expression.

The crow narrowed its triangular eyes, sizing Chen Feng up and down, and sneered:

"Oh? This is the kid? I've heard of him, the sand seller from the South District. Young Master Zhao, don't worry, now that he's here, he's not leaving on foot!"

Upon hearing this, the thugs in the private room all stood up and surrounded Chen Feng.

There were more than thirty people, all of them looking fierce and menacing, some of them even holding bottles of liquor and steel pipes.

Zhao Tai stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the surrounded Chen Feng, his smile growing increasingly smug.

"Chen Feng, I truly admire your courage. Daring to storm into the West District all by yourself, do you really think you're Zhao Zilong of Changshan, capable of seven charges in and out?"

He shook his head, his expression of regret utterly hypocritical.

"What a pity, such an arrogant country bumpkin."

Chen Feng stood still, motionless.

His gaze swept over the menacing thugs around him, then landed on Zhao Tai's smug face, and a mocking smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Zhao Tai, you really talk a lot of nonsense."

Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears: "So many people surrounding me, is this all the courage you people from the West District have?"

"You're fucking dead and you're still being stubborn!"

The crow choked and its face changed. Just as it was about to lash out, Zhao Tai raised his hand to stop it.

"Let him talk. Let him have some venting before he dies."

Zhao Tai looked at Chen Feng with great interest. "But I'm curious, what's your purpose in coming here alone? Do you really think you can single-handedly rescue a damsel in distress?"

He turned to look at Bai Wei, who was pinned to the chair, her clothes disheveled, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes:

"Or are you saying you've got your eye on this slut too? Trying to steal my woman?"

At this moment, Bai Wei's cheongsam had a shocking rip in the side, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white, plump thighs. Her black lace stockings swayed in the dim light, exuding a tragic allure.

Looking at Zhao Tai's smug face, Chen Feng showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed in the deathly silent private room, sounding particularly jarring.

"What the hell are you laughing at!"

Zhao Tai felt uneasy at his laughter, and his face darkened.

"I laugh at you, Zhao Tai, you're nothing but a clown."

Chen Feng's smile vanished, his eyes instantly turning sharp as knives, and he said, enunciating each word clearly:

"They appear respectable on the surface, but behind the scenes they do nothing but despicable things. Bullying women and colluding with scoundrels—that's all they're good for."

He paused, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"A bastard is a bastard; in the end, the base genes in its bones can't be changed."

"Chen Feng, you son of a bitch!"

Zhao Tai's face twisted instantly; those two words were like a red-hot iron, branding his deepest wound.

From childhood to adulthood, these two words are what he hates the most!

"Bastard" and "illegitimate child"—these labels haunted him like a curse, making him unable to hold his head high in the Zhao family forever.

"Chen Feng! I want you dead!"

Zhao Tai roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot, "Attack! Kill him!"

The crow also howled, "Brothers, let's do it!"

More than twenty thugs rushed forward, their steel pipes, bottles, and machetes gleaming coldly.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Feng suddenly raised his hand and made a pause gesture.

Zhao Tai was taken aback, then grinned maliciously, "What? Scared? Want to beg for mercy? Too late!"

"beg for mercy?"

Chen Feng shook his head, his mockery deepening. "I just wanted to correct something you said earlier."

"What did you say?"

"You're saying I'm courting death by daring to venture into the West District alone."

Chen Feng flicked the coin high into the air; the silver coin tumbled in the dim light, gleaming with a cold light.

"Who told you I'm a person?"

"Ding!"

The coin traced a silver arc and struck the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room with pinpoint accuracy.

"Splash—!"

The glass shattered, and rainwater, along with a cold wind, poured into the room.

At the same time, the brothers lying in ambush outside received a signal, and a deafening battle cry came from downstairs at Juyixuan!

"Chop him up!"

"Kill them—!"

Zhao Tai's expression changed drastically. He rushed to the window and looked down, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Suddenly, forty or fifty men in black raincoats appeared in the alley outside the restaurant!

Armed with steel pipes and machetes, they charged at the thugs guarding the entrance like wolves.

The leader was a tall man who held a gleaming machete in his hand; it was Er Gou!

"There's an ambush!"

The crow's expression changed drastically.

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was kicked open from the outside!

"boom!"

The heavy wooden door flew out and smashed into the wall, breaking into several pieces.

A burly figure, as imposing as an iron tower, appeared at the doorway, carrying a thick rebar in his hand, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

It was Dazhuang!

He was followed by more than twenty men, all dressed in black raincoats, each exuding a murderous aura.

Da Zhuang strode into the private room, slammed the rebar on the ground with a dull "thud," which made the entire floor tremble.

His cold, murderous eyes swept across the entire room, finally settling on Crow and Zhao Tai, his voice booming:

"Brother Feng from the South District is handling things! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of my way!!!"

This roar was so powerful that it made the legs of the timid thugs go weak.

"Great! Okay!"

The crow realized what was happening, and the fear on its face gradually turned into a ferocious expression.

He swiftly drew a dagger, pointed it at Chen Feng, and roared:

"You ignorant fools! You think you can just show up in the West District with a few dozen men? I'll make sure you don't leave here alive!"