Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The office fell silent the moment those four words were uttered.

Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, looked at the darkening sky outside, and said with his back to the others:

"This summons from Ninth Master was less about interrogating me and more about making an example of me. He wanted me to know that no matter how powerful I became, I was still under his command."

He turned around, his eyes sharp as knives:

"So tonight, we can't be too confrontational, nor can we be too soft. We must admit our mistakes and show our loyalty, but we also need to let Ninth Master know that I, Chen Feng, am not a pushover."

"Let's take it one step at a time."

……

7:30 p.m.

Da Zhuang drove the black Santana, carrying Chen Feng, towards the South City Teahouse.

He didn't drive the Mercedes that Bai Wei gave him.

At such a sensitive time, driving a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan to see Ninth Master is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Although the Santana is not as good as a Mercedes, at least it won't make Ninth Master feel that it is too ostentatious.

"Brother Feng, should I go in too?"

Da Zhuang asked as he drove.

"No need. Just wait outside, I'll let you know if anything happens."

"But……"

Don't worry.

Chen Feng patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder, "Ninth Master hasn't gone so far as to lay a hand on me. Tonight, he'll just give me a warning; he won't really do anything to me."

Although Dazhuang was still worried, he nodded nonetheless.

……

7:50 p.m.

South City Teahouse.

Chen Feng got out of the car, straightened his collar, and strode inside.

Two men in Zhongshan suits were still standing at the entrance.

Upon seeing Chen Feng, one of them nodded slightly.

"Go upstairs, Ninth Master is waiting for you on the third floor."

Chen Feng nodded and walked towards the third floor.

Chen Feng pushed open the door to the private room, but the scene inside made him slightly taken aback.

There was no joint trial as I had imagined, nor were there any executioners lying in ambush.

In front of a large mahogany round table, Ninth Master sat with a ruddy complexion, holding a mahjong tile in his hand.

Chen Feng recognized the other three people at the table.

One is "Fat Biao," who is in charge of the sex industry in the South District; another is "Ghost Master," a loan shark; and the third is Ninth Master's old brother, nicknamed "Uncle Zhong."

These three are Ninth Master's core team in Nancheng, except for Chen Feng, of course.

"Hey, Xiao Feng's here?"

When Uncle Zhong saw Chen Feng, he greeted him with a smile, but didn't even lift his buttocks.

Ninth Master didn't even turn his head, just stared at the cards in his hand, and said calmly:

"You're here? Sit down and rest for a bit, this hand is crucial."

"Yes, Ninth Master."

Chen Feng showed no dissatisfaction and obediently walked to the chair next to him and sat down.

"Two of bamboo!"

"bump!"

"I won! Hahaha, pay up!"

The card game was in full swing, with the crisp, pleasant sound of chips clashing against each other.

The four men chatted and laughed, discussing which family had the most beautiful girls and which piece of land was most valuable, as if Chen Feng didn't exist at all.

Chen Feng just sat there quietly.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...

Nobody paid him any attention, not even to pour him a glass of water.

He was like a transparent person, forgotten in a corner.

Chen Feng understood that this was Ninth Master's method—training the hawk.

They leave you hanging, wear down your spirit, make you feel neglected and ostracized, and instill self-doubt and fear in you.

Chen Feng was not impatient. He focused his mind and sat there like an old monk in deep meditation.

If you're going to play the fool, then play it all the way.

At this moment, Ninth Master suddenly pushed his teacup aside and shouted without turning his head:

"Out of water, please refill!"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Fatty Biao and Ghost Hand Seven exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with mockery.

Why would someone as famous and powerful as "Brother Feng" be a waiter serving tea and water?

This is a blatant humiliation.

Chen Feng, however, seemed not to understand the meaning behind the words, and immediately stood up with a humble smile on his face.

"Alright, Ninth Master."

He walked to the tea table and skillfully boiled water, scalded the cups, and brewed the tea.

His movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hint of dissatisfaction or trembling.

He carried the teacup, walked to Ninth Master's side, and handed it to him with both hands:

"Ninth Master, please have some tea."

Ninth Master did not accept the card, but continued to draw cards.

Chen Feng bent over, holding the scalding hot teacup, maintaining the posture of serving tea.

One second, two seconds, five seconds...

The scalding hot teacup sent a burning sensation through Chen Feng's fingers, causing them to turn slightly red. However, he remained motionless, and his smile became even more respectful.

It wasn't until the hand of cards was finished that Ninth Master seemed to just realize what was happening, took the teacup, and took a sip.

"Hmm, the water temperature is just right."

Ninth Master commented casually, then glanced at Chen Feng, "What are you still standing there for? Refill everyone's bowls."

"Yes."

Chen Feng turned around and poured tea for Fatty Biao, Ghost Master, and Uncle Zhong one by one.

As Fatty Biao took the tea, he deliberately patted Chen Feng's hand and said with a sarcastic smile:

"Wow, to have Brother Feng personally pour my tea, I'm really getting a lot of face. I heard Brother Feng is really powerful in the West District now, you even managed to win over Widow Bai?"

"Uncle Biao is joking, that's not true." Chen Feng still smiled apologetically.

And so it went on for a full hour.

Chen Feng served tea and water, lit cigarettes, and fetched fruit platters like a waiter.

Only after Ninth Master won a big hand did he finally push the chips in front of him with satisfaction.

"Alright, I've had a good run of luck today, let's call it a day."

Fat Biao and the others were shrewd enough to know that the main event was about to begin, so they all got up to say goodbye.

The room was soon empty, leaving only Ninth Master, Chen Feng, and the bodyguard Xiao Ma standing in the shadows.

The noise subsided, and the private room instantly became deathly silent.

Ninth Master leaned back in his chair, twirling two walnuts in his hands, making a "crackling" sound.

He didn't look at Chen Feng, but stared at the night outside the window, and slowly spoke:

"The tea has gone cold."

Chen Feng immediately stepped forward:

"I'll go change."

"No."

Ninth Master suddenly turned his head, and his once cloudy old eyes now flashed with a sharp, hawk-like light, staring intently at Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng, am I getting old?"

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head to say:

"Ninth Master is in his prime."

"If I'm not old, why does no one listen to what I say?"

Ninth Master's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating chill.

"Didn't I tell you last time that we should wait and see regarding the situation in Xicheng District for now, and not act rashly?"

"I did say that."

"Then why did you lead your men into Juyixuan without even giving a heads-up? And why did you plant your flag in the West District?"

Ninth Master slammed his hand on the table, his voice suddenly rising in pitch:

"Do you think you've grown too big for your britches and don't need to respect this old man anymore?!"

Faced with Ninth Master's thunderous roar, Chen Feng did not kneel down and beg for mercy like most people would, nor did he tremble with fear.

He simply straightened up slowly, the humble smile on his face fading slightly, replaced by a bitter expression of helplessness.

"Ninth Master, you watched me, Chen Feng, rise up step by step in Nancheng."

Chen Feng took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "You should know that I, Chen Feng, would never cause trouble as long as I have food to eat. But this time... Zhao Tai and Lei Hu have gone too far!"

Ninth Master narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and just stared at him coldly.

Chen Feng continued, his tone tinged with grief and indignation.

"Zhao Tai used his connections to cut off all my building material sales channels overnight! And that bastard Lei Hu, he even declared that anyone in the entire North District who dared to use Chen Feng's sand was going against him!"

Chen Feng's voice trembled slightly, his fists clenched unconsciously at his sides, and a hint of bloodlust appeared in his eyes.

"In just a few days, I've lost 70% of my sand quarry orders! Ninth Master, I have dozens of men who need to eat, and the equipment is deteriorating every day. Every time I open my eyes, I see a hole worth tens of thousands of yuan to fill! They're trying to drive me to my death! I... I have no choice!"