Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Bai Wei was completely stunned.

Looking at the young man before her, she felt an indescribable shock for the first time.

This guy... he's not only good at fighting, he's also good at strategizing!

Always one step ahead of the enemy, manipulating the opponent at will.

"You can't survive in this world by just fighting and killing."

Chen Feng seemed to see through her thoughts, his voice calm yet full of confidence.

"The brain is the most important weapon."

……

Bai Wei looked out the car window, but her mood was completely different from before.

The initial trepidation and worry have now transformed into a strange anticipation.

She turned her head and secretly glanced at Chen Feng, who was resting with his eyes closed.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating his sharply defined profile, making him appear both dangerous and alluring.

This man... is indeed different.

Zhou Ming was considered a local tyrant back then, but he relied more on his ruthless spirit and chivalrous loyalty.

Chen Feng, however, is different. In addition to his ruthlessness, he possesses a chilling shrewdness and a keen sense of the big picture.

More importantly, he is only twenty-three years old.

Given time, what position can this person reach?

Bai Wei's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Just then, Da Zhuang's gruff voice broke the silence inside the car.

"Brother Feng, our informant has sent word. Crow is furious and is leading a large force back. The quarry is indeed empty now, with only those two troublemakers guarding the place and about a dozen henchmen left."

Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes, a determined smile playing on his lips.

"Walk."

He looked at Bai Wei with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Sister Bai, it's time to collect the debts."

The convoy suddenly accelerated, its engines roaring, like a black dragon, rushing towards the Qingyun Quarry with a chilling aura.

……

At Qingyun Quarry, yellow sand filled the sky.

When Chen Feng's black Mercedes came to a steady stop in the open space in front of the office building, the atmosphere there seemed particularly eerie.

In the vast quarry, the roar of machinery had long since ceased, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind sweeping through the piles of rubble.

Just as Chen Feng had predicted, the main force of the crows had been lured away from their stronghold.

At this point, only a dozen or so henchmen remained guarding the area.

There were two leaders: one was "Qiangzi," a confidant of Crow, and the other was a burly man with a dragon tattooed across his shoulder on his arm and a face full of scars, nicknamed "Achang."

The two men's arrogance instantly diminished when they saw the convoy that had suddenly appeared before them.

The thirty or forty security guards who jumped out of the van were all dressed in black training uniforms. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the sense of discipline and authority they exuded was something that these street thugs could never match.

Qiangzi swallowed hard, and while making a phone call to Crow, he gritted his teeth and led Achang and his men to block the intersection.

The call was connected.

"Brother! Something's wrong! Chen Feng... that bastard Chen Feng has brought his men to the quarry! We've fallen into their trap!"

At this moment, Crow, who was frantically rushing to the "Brilliant Nightclub" in his bread truck, heard these words and felt a surge of heat rush to his head, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He had just heard that his hideout had been raided, and he was rushing back like a cat on a hot tin roof; just a few minutes away, he was told that the quarry had been robbed.

Back and forth, Chen Feng walked him around most of Donghai City like he was walking a dog!

"Chen Feng!!!"

The crow, clutching its phone, its features contorted, roared hysterically:

"You son of a bitch, your maternal uncle's daughter-in-law! You're so treacherous! Despicable! Shameless!"

"Brother, what do we do now? They outnumber us, we can't hold them off!"

Qiangzi was so anxious he was stamping his feet. "Hold on! Hold on for me!"

The crow's voice was hoarse from cawing. "Tell that bastard surnamed Chen, I'm turning back right now! Over sixty brothers, all armed! He'd better get lost if he doesn't want to die! When I get back, I'll chop him into mincemeat!"

After hanging up the phone, Qiangzi took a deep breath, as if he had found his pillar of support.

He and Achang exchanged a glance, and at the same time they revealed their weapons—Qiangzi held a half-meter-long watermelon knife, while Achang carried a heavy steel pipe.

He brandished the watermelon knife in his hand, pointed it at Chen Feng who had just gotten out of the car, and roared, his voice stern but his voice weak:

"Chen Feng! Don't you dare get cocky!"

With Achang's encouragement, Qiangzi raised his voice a bit louder, "My older brother said the main force is coming back soon! More than sixty men! If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow and get out of here, otherwise you won't be able to leave later!"

The air was quiet for a second.

Then--

"Pfft."

Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His smile caused Da Zhuang, Er Gou, and the dozens of security guards behind him to burst into laughter as well.

Laughter echoed through the quarry, filled with mockery and disdain.

"Fuck your mother! What's so funny!"

Achang, who had a bad temper, was laughed at until his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he became angry and embarrassed.

The steel pipe slammed hard against the iron bucket next to it, making a loud "bang".

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, slowly walked to the front of the line, and looked at the two men as if they were idiots:

"Dude, did you get your head squeezed by a door? The crow just got to the city. Even if it sprouted wings and flew back, it would still take an hour. An hour... tsk tsk, that's enough time to throw you two into that quarry and grind you three times over."

"You..." Qiangzi's face turned pale, but he was still stubborn.

"Damn it! Let's fight them!"

Achang roared, "The West District is Brother Crow's territory! Who dares to mess with me!"

Just then, a young man with a not particularly burly build but extremely cold eyes stepped out from the group behind Chen Feng.

Jay.

Da Zhuang discovered a promising talent among the newly recruited security guards: a former border reconnaissance soldier, quiet and ruthless.

"Brother Feng, you don't need to do anything with these two barking stray dogs."

Jay walked up to Chen Feng, bowed slightly, and said, "Leave it to me."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, exhaled a smoke ring, and casually glanced at Qiangzi and Achang:

"Sure. But those two seem pretty good fighters. Can you handle them?"

Jay raised his head expressionlessly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Just a bunch of trash."

"it is good."

Chen Feng laughed, "Don't kill him, leave him alive."

Jay turned around, glanced expressionlessly at the two menacing thugs, and extended his right hand, gently hooking his index finger.

"You two have pretty loud voices. And such a good sense of humor, I'll play along."

As he spoke, Jiezi actually put his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with utter contempt:

"Come on, don't say I'm bullying you. I'll give you both hands. If either of you can touch the hem of my clothes, I'll let you go. If you can't..."

A cold, bloodthirsty smirk curled at the corner of Jay's lips:

"I'll teach you what rules are on behalf of your parents."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Let's use both hands?

On the other side are two desperate thugs armed with murder weapons!

Even Bai Wei, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but purse her lips, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"Chen Feng, isn't this... a bit too much of a show-off?"

Chen Feng simply smiled faintly, his eyes full of appreciation:

"Just watch. The people I'm going to train not only need guts, but also real skills."

"You son of a bitch! Who do you think you are?!"

Qiangzi and Achang felt they had been deeply humiliated.

They're supposed to be big shots in the West District, when have they ever been humiliated like this?

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"