Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng stood at the end of the VIP passage on the second floor, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the passing guests. Business was booming again tonight, and the noisy sounds of drinking games and toasts could be heard from VIP room 888.

"Brother Feng." Monkey trotted over, his expression somewhat strange. "Blackie wants you to go to the back alley; he says there's trouble brewing."

Chen Feng frowned slightly: "The back alley? Isn't that under the jurisdiction of Group One?"

"Blackie said everyone in Group One took the day off tonight, and he wants you to handle it for them," Monkey said in a low voice. "Brother Feng, I think something's fishy about this."

Chen Feng glanced at him: "What do you mean?"

"That back alley is really secluded, and there aren't many security cameras," Monkey's eyes darted around. "Besides, I just saw Blackie making a phone call in the corner, acting all suspicious. After hanging up, he came to me to pass on a message."

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Interesting."

"Brother Feng, how about I go with you?" Da Zhuang leaned over from the side, clenching his fist.

"No need." Chen Feng patted his shoulder. "You two keep an eye on this place. If I'm not back in half an hour, go tell Sister Hong."

The monkey panicked: "Brother Feng, this is obviously a trap!"

"A trap?" Chen Feng sneered, pulling out the retractable baton from his waist and weighing it in his palm. "I'd like to see who gave Blackie the guts."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the back door, his steps unhurried, as if he were going for a leisurely stroll.

The once glittering back alley was now a narrow, dead-end lane, piled high with discarded liquor crates and garbage cans, the air thick with a stench. The only streetlight was half-broken, flickering dimly and casting a sinister glow over the entire alley.

Chen Feng paused for a moment as soon as he turned into the alley.

His intuition was screaming a warning.

That feeling was like the instinctive reaction when encountering a wild beast in the mountains—there was a murderous aura in the air.

"Come out." Chen Feng stood in the middle of the alley, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying to every corner. "Why are you hiding? Scared?"

There was a two-second silence.

"Hey kid, you're pretty alert."

A sinister voice came from the darkness. Immediately afterwards, seven or eight figures emerged from behind the garbage heap and from the shadows of the corner, surrounding Chen Feng.

The leader was a bald man with a face full of scars, carrying a spiked club with iron spikes that gleamed coldly in the dim light.

"You're Chen Feng?" The bald man looked him up and down, grinning. "You look quite dashing, too bad you're going to be crippled tonight."

Chen Feng glanced around and counted the number of people: "Seven? Is that all?"

"What's with the arrogance?" a skinny guy behind the bald man cursed. "We'll break your legs later, then see if you're still so stubborn!"

"Did Mad Dog Qiang send you?" Chen Feng asked.

The bald man was taken aback, then sneered, "Why do you care so much? Anyway, you're not leaving here unscathed tonight."

"Was it Hei Pi who contacted you?" Chen Feng continued, his tone as calm as if in conversation. "How much money did he give you?"

The bald man's expression changed, his eyes flashing: "Stop talking nonsense! Brothers, let's go!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than all seven of them pounced on him.

Some wielded iron bars, some brandished machetes, and others used their fists. They were all menacing and determined to win.

Chen Feng did not back down.

He didn't even pull out his baton immediately; instead, he sidestepped and avoided the knife-wielding thug who was the first to rush at him.

"Too slow."

Chen Feng grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it sharply.

"Snap!"

The thug screamed, his machete slipping from his hand. Chen Feng pulled him along, sending him crashing into his companion who was charging at him from behind. The two tumbled into a heap.

"Damn it, all of you, come at me!" the bald man roared.

The remaining five people no longer fought alone, but attacked simultaneously from all directions.

At this moment, Chen Feng finally got serious.

"Whoosh!"

The telescopic baton snapped open in his hand with a crisp metallic clang.

The next second, he charged into the crowd like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

The first blow struck a thug's shin, and the man immediately knelt down.

With the second strike, he parried the iron rod coming at him and swept it horizontally, hitting his opponent squarely in the ribs.

"boom!"

The thug coughed up blood and flew two meters away, crashing into a pile of empty liquor boxes.

Chen Feng's movements were astonishingly fast, each strike precisely hitting his opponent's joints or vulnerable points. He held nothing back, but he didn't aim to kill either—he wasn't after lives, but to intimidate.

In less than two minutes, five people were lying on the ground, their cries of pain echoing throughout.

Only the bald man and another terrified henchman remained standing.

"You... what the hell are you, monster?" The bald man's voice trembled, his hand gripping the spiked club tightly, yet he hesitated to step forward.

Chen Feng slowly walked towards him, blood still dripping from the baton, which looked particularly ferocious in the dim light.

"I'll ask you one more time." Chen Feng's voice was calm, a calmness that sent chills down your spine, "How much money did Blackie pay you?"

"I...I don't know anything about black skin..." the bald man stubbornly insisted.

"Yeah?"

Chen Feng suddenly accelerated, rushing forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The bald man instinctively raised his spiked club to block, but he only felt a jolt in his hand and was sent flying backward.

"boom!"

He crashed heavily into the wall, the spiked club flew out of his hand, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Chen Feng walked up to him, squatted down, grabbed his neck with one hand, and lifted him up like a chick.

"I don't have that much patience." Chen Feng stared into his eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "If you don't talk, I'll break your hands one by one."

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The bald man completely broke down. "It was...it was a guy named Blackie from Jinbihuihuang who contacted us! He gave us five thousand yuan to teach you a lesson, preferably...preferably break one of your legs!"

"Anything else?"

"It's...it's gone! It's really gone!" the bald man cried, his face contorted with despair. "Brother, we were just doing our jobs for money, please let us go!"

Chen Feng released his grip, and the bald man collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Go back and tell Mad Dog Qiang," Chen Feng said, looking down at him. "If he wants to play again, I'm ready anytime. But next time, don't send this piece of trash."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Just as they reached the alley entrance, they bumped into Monkey and Dazhuang, who were rushing over.

"Brother Feng! Are you alright?" Monkey breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Chen Feng walk out unharmed. "We waited for twenty minutes, and we were really worried, so we came to check on him."

"It's nothing." Chen Feng put away his baton. "Let's go back."

"Where are those people?" Da Zhuang peered into the alley.

"He's lying down," Chen Feng said casually. "He'll crawl away by himself in a bit."

Monkey and Dazhuang exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and awe in each other's eyes.

Seven people, and Feng Ge handled it all by himself?

Back at the magnificent palace, Chen Feng didn't go to see Jiang Hong, but went directly to the Internal Security Department office.

Blackie was sitting in a chair smoking when he saw Chen Feng push the door open and almost dropped his cigarette.

"You...how could you..." Dark skin's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Brother Blackie," Chen Feng walked up to him with a warm smile, "I've taken care of what happened in the back alley. All seven of them are down."

Cold sweat beaded on the dark-skinned man's forehead: "Wh...what seven people? I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Really?" Chen Feng took something out of his pocket and threw it on the table.

It was an old Nokia phone, the screen still lit up, displaying recent call logs.

"This is that bald guy's phone," Chen Feng pointed to the screen. "It has your number and transaction records. Five thousand yuan, no more, no less."

Dark-skinned man's face completely fell.

"Chen Feng...you...what do you want to do?" His voice trembled. "If you dare touch me, Sister Hong won't let you get away with it!"

"Touch you?" Chen Feng shook his head. "I'm not that stupid. I'll give you one more chance; if there's a next time, I'll cripple you."