Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He leaned against the railing, looking down at the dense crowd at the entrance, his gaze finally settling on Crow's ashen face.

Chen Feng smiled.

That smile was like watching a group of monkeys jumping around.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Crow?"

Chen Feng's lazy voice carried clearly throughout the venue through the loudspeaker.

"With such a big entourage, I thought some film crew was here to shoot a movie. What, you brought so many guys here? Are they here to help me move stones? Or are they here to kowtow and apologize?"

"Chen Feng! I'll fuck your mother!"

"Crow, how can you be so rude, always spitting on this and that!"

Chen Feng teased with a sly grin.

Seeing Chen Feng's smug look, Crow was furious. Pointing upstairs, he roared, "You little brat! Stop playing tricks on me! Come down here if you dare! Let's have a real fight!"

"Go down?"

Chen Feng took a sip of tea, shook his head, and looked disgusted.

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Do you even deserve to be my servant?"

At this point, Chen Feng's expression suddenly turned cold, and the oppressive aura of a superior instantly erupted.

"I'll sit right here."

"The door is open for you."

"If you have the guts, try stepping over that threshold."

Chen Feng pointed to the door, his voice booming like thunder:

"Anyone who dares to take a single step in will be sent flying! If you don't believe me, just ask the person lying on the ground!"

Upon hearing this, all of Crow's henchmen took a half step back in unison.

Looking at Qiangzi's gruesome body on the ground, and then at the composed man upstairs who seemed to be in control of everything, their fear completely overwhelmed their greed.

That's what momentum is all about.

One person can govern an entire city.

The crow stood still, its face changing from green to white, then from white to red.

His legs were shaking.

He wanted to rush in and tear Chen Feng's face apart.

But he dared not.

The calmer Chen Feng remained, the more suspicious he became.

He can't afford to gamble, because all he has left are these people.

If his entire army is wiped out here, he's completely finished.

The crow stared intently at the nonchalant figure on the second-floor balcony.

The cigarette in Chen Feng's hand was already half burned, and his somewhat languid posture was like a silent slap, repeatedly striking at the crow's self-esteem.

Enter?

That is an unknown abyss, a possible ambush.

retreat?

Behind him were dozens of pairs of eyes watching him.

If you're scared away by Chen Feng's few words today, your tail between your legs will be between you and the rest of Donghai City when the sun rises tomorrow.

At that point, let alone taking over the position of the boss of the West District, even his gang of henchmen might disband.

"Boss... Shall we retreat? This place is creepy."

The trusted aide beside him looked at Qiangzi, who was half-dead on the ground, and his voice trembled.

This cry of "Withdraw!" became the final straw that broke the crow's back.

withdraw?

Where to retreat?

His base has already been destroyed. If he can't take this place, he'll truly have nothing left!

"Fuck your mother!"

The crow suddenly turned around and slapped his confidant hard across the face. His eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything, and he exuded a hysterical madness.

He turned around, facing his underlings who were already showing signs of retreating, raised the machete in his hand, and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Brothers! Listen up!"

"We're all just one person with one head, what's there to be afraid of? If we slink away today, how are we supposed to face people in the West District afterward? Huh?!"

"Our quarry has been vandalized. If we hand it over to someone else, who will even look at us anymore? We won't be able to eat well, let alone drink well! Do you want to go back to being the kind of mud that everyone tramples on?"

Although these words were crude, they were extremely persuasive.

These thugs were only after money and fame, and when they heard about being "trampled underfoot," the fear in their eyes lessened slightly.

Seeing this, the crow immediately intensified its attack, beginning to brainwash the crow with empty promises:

"Just charge in! Even if it's a pit, with over sixty of us, we can drown them all with a single spit! Kill Chen Feng, and this quarry is ours! From now on, we'll call the shots in the West District!"

"Then the money will be yours! The women will be yours! You can pick and choose any of the top girls in the nightclub! Sleep with whichever one you want!"

Money, power, and women.

These three things are always the most effective catalysts for stimulating a man's primal instincts.

The group of people, who had been somewhat listless, began to breathe heavily.

Greed gradually overcame fear, and he gripped the steel pipe and machete even tighter.

"Fortune favors the bold! What's there to be afraid of? Charge in!"

"Yes, kill them!"

As the crow watched the morale being reignited, a glint of cunning and cruelty flashed in its eyes.

Although he shouted the loudest, he didn't move his feet; instead, he pointed his knife at the door.

"Charge, all of you! Anyone who backs down, I'll chop them down first!"

At a command, fifty or sixty bloodthirsty henchmen, yelling and brandishing their weapons, rushed through the open iron gate like a flood bursting its banks.

……

On the second-floor balcony.

Bai Wei looked at the crowd surging in like a tide below, her expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously gripped the railing tightly:

"Chen Feng, they've broken in! Your empty city ploy..."

"It's broken, isn't it?"

Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, his face showing no panic, but rather a cold smile like a hunter seeing his prey fall into his trap.

"Sister Bai, the purpose of the Empty City Stratagem was never to actually scare them away. These people are all desperate criminals; you can't just scare them away."

"Then what is it for?"

"To make them 'hesitate'."

Chen Feng pointed to the crowd below, who were charging but whose formation was scattered and whose eyes were wandering. "Look at them. Although they've made it in, their steps are unsteady. That's the effect of psychological warfare. When people are wavering between fear and greed, their fighting power is at its weakest."

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the railing, took a deep breath, and roared like thunder at the group of thugs below who had just rushed across the center of the compound and were about to pounce on the office building:

"come out!!!"

This roar was so powerful that it seemed to shake the entire quarry.

"Splash—!"

The previously closed main entrance to the office building and the roller shutter doors of the two side sheds were suddenly pushed open at the same time!

"kill!!!"

The security guards, who had been holding back their anger for a long time, burst out like tigers released from their cages, bringing with them a suffocating aura of menace.

Dazhuang was leading the charge.

He didn't use a knife at all; instead, he carried the heavy rebar and, like a human tank, crashed directly into the crowd.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the thug at the front was sent flying three or four meters away, knife and all, his chest caved in, and he was knocked unconscious on the spot.

"Lie down, you bastard!"

With a roar, Da Zhuang unleashed a devastating barrage of steel, instantly felling a large number of enemies.

Immediately afterwards, the well-trained security personnel quickly formed three-person combat teams.

They didn't slash and kill indiscriminately like thugs; instead, they advanced and retreated strategically. Shield bearers held the front to withstand the first wave of attack, while swordsmen behind them delivered precise finishing blows.

The two torrents collided violently.

The sounds of gunfire, screams, and angry curses instantly resounded through the sky.

But the situation did not turn out as one-sided as the crow had predicted.

Although the crows outnumbered the enemy, this rabble had been terrified by Chen Feng's empty city ploy, and now they were being met with a fierce attack from the regular army, which was like tigers descending from the mountain. For a time, they were forced into a series of defeats.