Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Because you have no other choice."

Chen Feng's voice was calm yet resolute, "Crow and Zhao Tai won't let this go. After tonight, they'll escalate their actions. Lei Hu is watching closely, and Ninth Master is standing idly by. Madam Bai, look around you, who else is willing to stand by your side?"

These words were like a knife, precisely piercing Bai Wei's most vulnerable spot.

Silence fell over the car again.

Bai Wei stared into Chen Feng's eyes, trying to find traces of hypocrisy and deception.

But all she saw was honesty and an undisguised ambition.

This man...

She was indeed different from the people she had met before.

He doesn't hide anything, nor does he feign sincerity; he lays his purpose bare.

On the contrary, it makes it seem somewhat believable.

After a long silence, Bai Wei slowly spoke, "I need to think about the cooperation. We'll discuss it later."

Bai Wei withdrew her gaze, her voice regaining some of the authority of an elder sister-in-law, "I, Bai Wei, will remember your kindness tonight."

Chen Feng smiled and didn't say anything more.

He knew that some things couldn't be rushed.

Tonight's battle has planted a seed in Bai Wei's heart.

All that's left is to wait for it to sprout slowly.

......

Meanwhile, at the "Brilliant" nightclub in Xicheng District, another den of ravenous ravenous creatures.

Inside a luxurious private box on the top floor of the nightclub.

"Bang!"

The crystal bottle was smashed against the wall, and the amber-colored liquor shattered, splattering all over the floor.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Zhao Tai let out a hysterical roar, like a mad dog trapped in a cage.

He overturned the marble coffee table in front of him, shattering the fruit plate and ashtray on it into pieces.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Zhao Tai pointed at the crow standing in front of him, head bowed, not daring to utter a sound, and spat in his face:

"Crow, you're a fucking good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat! Didn't you brag that the entire West District was full of you? Didn't you say it was a trap?"

"And the result? Huh?!"

Zhao Tai became increasingly angry as he spoke, and the sharp pain in his groin only added fuel to the fire.

He rushed forward and slapped the crow hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The slap was extremely heavy, causing the crow's cheek muscles to twitch. A barely perceptible glint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"That little bastard Chen Feng dared to storm your territory and plant a flag with just a few dozen men! He rescued people right under your nose! And beat your men into a pulp like dogs!"

Zhao Tai was panting heavily, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace; his former image as a refined scoundrel was completely gone.

"You're a complete waste! I give you money and power, and even a dog would bite. What use are you?!"

The crow gritted its teeth, lowered its eyes, and spoke in a low voice:

"Young Master Zhao, I was careless this time. I didn't expect that kid Chen Feng to be so cunning, actually ambushing so many people outside, and those people... their skills don't seem like those of ordinary thugs, they seem like they've trained."

"Shut up! That's all just an excuse!"

Zhao Tai couldn't listen to anything. He clutched his still throbbing groin, thinking about the kick Bai Wei had given him and Chen Feng's arrogant gaze. The humiliation he felt was about to explode.

When has he, the young master of the Zhao family, ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?

Not only did he fail to sleep with that amazing widow, he was also kicked out like a stray dog!

Zhao Tai slumped onto the sofa, his eyes gleaming with a venomous glint. "Chen Feng must die, and I'll get my hands on that bitch Bai Wei! I'm going to strip her naked, hang her up, and beat her!"

"Hahaha... Ah... Okay!"

Zhao Tai laughed in extreme anger, his face contorted with rage.

Like a deranged psychopath who has lost his mind.

"This isn't over! It's absolutely not over!"

"Get the goods, quick!"

Zhao Tai roared, and his attendant quickly pulled a packet of white powder from his pocket and placed it in front of Zhao Tai.

Zhao Tai tore open the packaging and took a deep breath.

A rush of heat shot straight to his head, sending a shiver through his body. His eyes glazed over, and he murmured:

"That feels so good...it's fucking awesome..."

The crow waved, and several voluptuous young women entered the private room.

They were dressed in revealing clothes and surrounded Zhao Tai.

One sat on his lap and gently stroked his shoulder; another fed him wine, the air thick with the lingering scents of perfume, alcohol, and powder, creating a decadent atmosphere.

"Young Master Zhao, let us serve you..." the young woman said sweetly.

They surrounded him gently and seductively.

Zhao Tai's breathing quickened, and he roughly pulled a young woman into his arms.

The private room was dimly lit, and the curtains were tightly closed.

A few minutes later, heart-wrenching screams came from the private room, sometimes high, sometimes low, mixed with panting, it was hard to tell whether it was pleasure or pain.

The attendants outside the door exchanged glances, not daring to approach.

Thirty minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz drove into the Lanting Villa.

This once-powerful mansion, which symbolized the pinnacle of power in the West District, now appears particularly lonely and desolate in the wind and rain.

Since Zhou Ming's death, the family has scattered like leaves in the wind. Apart from two loyal old nannies and a housekeeper, there is no one else in the house.

Chen Feng's heart stirred slightly.

This woman was more lonely than he had imagined.

Da Zhuang and Er Gou, along with more than thirty brothers, dressed in raincoats, quickly dispersed like black sculptures, guarding the front and back doors and the walls of the villa, vigilantly watching the surrounding movements.

Chen Feng opened the car door, held up a black umbrella, went around to the other side, and opened the car door for Bai Wei.

"arrive."

Bai Wei wrapped her coat tighter around herself, got out of the car, looked up at the empty villa, and felt an indescribable pang of sorrow welling up in her heart.

If it weren't for the man beside her, she might have become Zhao Tai's plaything tonight.

"Go in."

Chen Feng said in a low voice.

"Uncle Liu, you should go and rest first."

Bai Wei waved her hand, her voice weary.

Butler Liu hesitated for a moment, then finally left with the nanny and bodyguard.

In the large living room, only Chen Feng and Bai Wei remained.

Bai Wei then noticed Chen Feng's disheveled appearance—his white shirt was covered in large patches of blood, some from the enemy and some from himself.

There were several knife wounds on his arm, which, though not deep, were still shocking.

"You're injured."

She frowned, turned around, and pulled a first-aid kit from the cabinet. "Sit down, I'll help you."

Chen Feng wanted to refuse, but seeing Bai Wei's unquestionable gaze, he sat down on the sofa anyway.

Bai Wei walked up to him, bent down, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Those slender, fair fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, their fingertips occasionally brushing against Chen Feng's skin, sending a tingling sensation through him.

Chen Feng caught a faint scent of fragrance emanating from her, a woman's scent that was cool yet warm.

She was very close, her delicate face almost touching hers, her eyelashes trembling slightly, focused and earnest.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

"hiss……"

The moment the alcohol swab touched the wound, Chen Feng couldn't help but gasp, his muscles tensing up instinctively.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Bai Wei knelt beside him, holding tweezers and cotton balls, carefully cleaning his wound.

She hadn't changed out of her tattered cheongsam; she was just wearing a white bathrobe over it, the belt loosely tied.

As she bent over, the neckline of her bathrobe opened wide, and Chen Feng only needed to look down to see the bottomless cleavage and the snow-white skin that trembled slightly with her breath.

Chen Feng's gaze wandered aimlessly.

He was a normal man, and a man who had just gone through a life-or-death struggle and whose adrenaline was still surging.