Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Before he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and gulped down the bowl of blood wine. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the wine dripped down the corner of his mouth, across his chin, and onto his clothes.

He suddenly raised the earthenware bowl high above his head, then slammed it hard onto the ground—

"boom!"

Fragments flew everywhere.

Respect yourself!!

"Dry!"

"Dry!!"

"Dry!!!"

The brothers behind him all tilted their heads back and drank the wine in their bowls in one gulp.

Some people drank too fast, choking on the bloody liquor, coughing violently, but then wiping their mouths with a smile; some people had bloodshot eyes, swallowing tears along with the liquor, but then threw their heads back and laughed; some people finished the last drop, their forehead veins bulging, and let out a beast-like roar.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the ceramic bowls were smashed violently onto the ground—

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The crisp sounds echoed one after another, reverberating through the night sky.

Broken porcelain and dust flew together, and blood mingled with strong liquor.

The group stood in the night, their chests heaving, blood still flowing from their palms, their faces reeking of alcohol and blood, yet their eyes shone with an astonishing light—fervent, resolute, and fearless.

After the sworn brotherhood ceremony concluded, Chen Feng clapped his hands, dispelling the heavy atmosphere, and his roguish smile returned to his lips.

"Now that we've covered the serious matters, let's move on—"

He stepped onto the beer crate, raising his right hand high:

"Drink! Eat meat!"

"it is good!"

At a command, dozens of men rushed to their respective tables, chopsticks and spoons clattering, and bottle caps flying to the ground with a clattering sound.

Chen Feng wasn't idle either.

He took off his blood-stained suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, and, holding a large bowl, went from table to table offering toasts.

"Third brother! You really went all out today! This bowl of wine is for you!"

"Da Liu, how's the injury on your arm?"

"Brother Feng, a little scrape won't stop you from drinking!"

"Haha! You're a real man! Come on, let's have a toast!"

Chen Feng is like a ball of fire; wherever he goes, the atmosphere is ignited.

He could call out the name of every core brother and remember their contributions.

This feeling of being cared for by their elder brother warmed the hearts of these scoundrels who were usually unloved by their parents, making them feel as warm as if they were carrying a charcoal brazier.

After a few rounds of drinks, the situation started to get a little out of control.

Er Gou was already flushed from drinking, with one foot on the stool and his arms tightly wrapped around Monkey's neck.

"Monkey...listen to me!"

Er Gou, with his tongue slurred, sprayed spittle all over the monkey's face.

The monkey pushed him away in disgust.

"Get out! You reek of alcohol! I need to pee!"

"You're not allowed to go! Hold it in!"

Er Gou glared at me with his bull-like eyes, "You have to listen to me! Today, that Ah Chang, that big guy, his steel pipe was... 0.01 centimeters away from me! I didn't even blink!"

"Okay, okay, you're awesome!"

The monkey rolled its eyes. "Let go! My bladder's about to burst!"

"No! Your attitude is not right!"

Er Gou persisted, "Let me finish!"

"Listen to me first—" the monkey said impatiently.

No, no, no, let me hear you out first—

"Can you two just shut up for a second!"

Da Zhuang stretched out his large, fan-like hand from the side and snatched the bottle away. "Brother Feng hasn't even said anything yet, what are you two fighting over!"

Chen Feng burst into laughter at the three men's antics, snatched the bottle, and filled his own glass.

"Stop fighting! All three of you have done a great job today! Er Gou charged into battle, Hou Zi strategized, and Da Zhuang guarded the center!"

He raised his wine bowl:

"This bowl is a toast to the three of you! My right-hand men, Chen Feng's right-hand men!"

"Brother Feng!"

The three of them stood up in unison, their eyes red-rimmed.

"Dry!"

Four bowls collided, spilling liquor onto the table, but no one seemed to care.

After finishing a bowl of wine, Er Gou wiped his mouth and suddenly leaned close to Chen Feng's ear:

"Brother Feng, I have a question for you. That Sister Bai...did you two sleep together?"

"puff--!"

Chen Feng almost spat out his drink, and slapped Er Gou on the back of the head.

"Is that all you've got in your head, kid!"

"Hehehe..." Er Gou covered his head and chuckled foolishly, "Brother Feng, stop pretending. With Sister Bai's figure and looks, if you say you weren't tempted, I'd never believe you even if you beat me to death!"

"Exactly!"

The monkey chimed in, gesturing with its hands in front of its chest, "Brother Feng, is Sister Bai's... 'big'?"

Just as Chen Feng was about to curse, Da Zhuang, who was standing next to him, spoke up in a muffled voice:

"It's definitely big; Sister Bai's is clearly an E cup or larger."

There was a three-second silence.

Then--

Hahahaha!

The whole table burst into laughter.

"Dazhuang!! You're usually so quiet, but you knew everything all along!"

Er Gou laughed until tears streamed down his face.

Da Zhuang scratched his head, looking simple and honest.

"I was just saying..."

Chen Feng couldn't hold back any longer and raised his wine bowl to toast Da Zhuang:

"Get the hell out of here! Drink!"

After a few rounds of drinks, the courtyard was filled with shouts and cheers from people playing drinking games.

"Five champions! Six six six!"

"You lost! Drink!"

Chen Feng couldn't remember how much he had drunk; he just felt dizzy.

He staggered back to the main table and plopped down in his seat.

Shen Zhou, who was standing next to him, quickly handed him a cup of tea.

"Brother Chen, have some tea to sober up."

Chen Feng took the teacup and gulped down two mouthfuls before he felt a little better.

"Shen Zhou, why aren't you drinking today?"

He glanced sideways and noticed that the wine glass in front of Shen Zhou had hardly been touched.

Shen Zhou pushed up his glasses:

"I can't hold my liquor; drinking too much will lead to trouble. Besides, someone has to stay sober."

Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder:

"I love your brain!"

Shen Zhou smiled, then suddenly became serious and said:

"Brother Chen, I have a suggestion."

"explain."

"Today we swear a blood oath, officially becoming brothers. But we security team brothers can't always be called the 'security team,' can we?"

Shen Zhou pushed up his glasses. "Sounds like a building security guard. That's so low-class."

He paused, his gaze intense:

"I think we should give our team a catchy name!"

Chen Feng squinted and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

A resounding name... Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"The Fierce Tiger Gang?"

Chen Feng murmured.

Shen Zhou shook his head:

"It's too tacky. The streets are full of tigers and wolves; it has no character."

"The Thirteen Protectors of the East China Sea?"

"It's a mouthful, and besides, there are over fifty of us; the Thirteen Protectors aren't enough to go around."

Shen Zhou adjusted his glasses and analyzed the situation seriously.

Chen Feng scratched his head:

"Team Peak? What do you think?"

Shen Zhou pondered for a moment:

"It's possible... but it just feels like something's missing. It sounds like a sports team, but not ruthless enough."

Chen Feng picked up his teacup, his brows furrowed.

He looked up at the night sky, where the moonlight, like water, bathed the land that belonged to him.

Peak... Peak of a mountain, peak of a summit, peak of Chen Feng... Since we must be as disciplined as an army, and as united as a family.

"camp."

Chen Feng uttered the word softly.

"The camp is as solid as iron, and the brothers are as strong as steel."

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind!

"Peak Camp!"

Chen Feng suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming:

"Let's call it Peak Camp!"

Shen Zhou's eyes lit up: "Fengzi Camp? Great name! Taken from Brother Chen's name, it gives a sense of belonging and sounds powerful and imposing!"

"Fengzi Camp..." Da Zhuang chewed on those three words, a smile spreading across his honest face. "It sounds nice! I like it!"

Chen Feng stepped onto a stool and roared at the entire audience:

"Brothers! Quiet down!"

The noise gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Chen Feng raised his wine bowl, his voice booming:

"From today onwards, our team will be called—the Peak Battalion!"

"Peak, the peak of a mountain, the summit of a peak, and also my peak, Chen Feng's peak!"

"Our brothers in the Peak Battalion must be like mountains, standing tall and unyielding, never bowing their heads! They must be like sharp knives, invincible and unstoppable!"

His gaze swept over every face, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"From now on, in Donghai City, whenever the name 'Feng's Battalion' is mentioned, everyone will know—they're a group of ruthless, fearless people! Don't mess with them!"

"Peak Camp!"

Dazhuang was the first to stand up, raise his bowl, and shout.

"Peak Camp!!"

"Peak Camp!!!"

Fifty or sixty voices converged, like a thunderclap, shaking the night sky.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Chen Feng looked at his brothers, their blood boiling with passion, and a surge of unprecedented pride welled up in his heart.

The Peak Battalion—this is his true, direct force in Donghai City!

From this day forward, this name will resound throughout the East China Sea, striking fear into the hearts of all!

He tilted his head back and gulped down the last bowl of wine; the strong liquor burned him like fire as it went down his throat.

But his eyes were clearer than ever.

On this night, the soul of Fengzi Camp was formed.