Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

For the next three days, the magnificent palace was surprisingly calm.

Blackie seemed like a different person. He no longer spoke sarcastically to Chen Feng, but instead always kept his head down and took a detour. He even followed the work schedule obediently and never gave Group Three any trouble again. Even when Monkey deliberately laughed loudly in front of him, he pretended not to hear and buried his head in his cigarette behind the desk.

"Brother Feng, this kid's too honest, isn't he?" Monkey munched on an apple in the break room, looking suspicious. "They say a barking dog doesn't bite, but why do I feel uneasy about this?"

Chen Feng leaned against the locker, fiddling with the Nokia phone he had confiscated from the bald man.

"He's holding back a big move," Chen Feng said calmly. "Last time I held back a little and didn't hand this phone to Sister Hong, because I wanted to see what kind of trouble he could cause. Since he's playing dead now, let him play dead."

Although he said that, Chen Feng remained constantly on edge. Hunters in the mountains all know that wounded wild animals are the most dangerous, especially those licking their wounds in the shadows.

But what he's more worried about now is his family.

In the past few days, Chen Feng noticed that Lin Fang was acting strangely.

The Lin Fang of the past, though outwardly assertive and charming, would shed her facade once she returned to the attic, chatting and laughing with him and Liu Yu. But these past few days, she's been constantly distracted, nervously retreating to her room to answer her phone whenever it rings.

On one occasion, Chen Feng heard suppressed arguing coming from her room while he was in the living room.

"I don't have that much money... I already said I need time... You can't do this..."

The voice was low, but it carried a sense of despair.

Chen Feng wanted to knock on the door to ask, but Lin Fang quickly lowered her voice, and he could no longer hear what she was saying.

When she came out, she had a smile on her face, but her eyes were a little red.

"Sister Fang, are you alright?" Chen Feng asked.

"It's nothing," Lin Fang smiled, but the smile was forced. "I'm just dealing with annoying work stuff."

She didn't want to talk about it, and Chen Feng didn't press her for details.

"Brother Feng? Brother Feng!" The monkey's voice pulled Chen Feng back to reality.

"What's wrong?"

"Blackie's gone." Monkey pointed to the door. "He just got a phone call and rushed out without even changing out of his uniform."

Chen Feng squinted and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only nine o'clock at night, the busiest time for the establishment. For the security captain to be absent at this hour was definitely suspicious.

"Dazhuang, you keep an eye on the place. Monkey, go and find out who Blackie has been in contact with these past few days," Chen Feng instructed.

"Okay."

After arranging the work, Chen Feng's unease grew stronger. This unease didn't come from Hei Pi, but from the woman who always showed him concern and care.

A strong intuition drove him.

"I'm going out too." Chen Feng grabbed his coat and strode outside.

……

It was past 10 p.m. when Liu Yu returned to the attic. Liu Yu was working the night shift that night, so Lin Fang should only be home.

Pushing open the door, the living room was pitch black, with no lights on.

A faint smell of alcohol filled the air, along with a faint... suppressed sob.

Chen Feng's heart tightened suddenly. Without even changing his shoes, he rushed into the living room.

By the dim light of the streetlamp streaming in through the window, he saw a figure huddled in the corner of the sofa. Lin Fang was wrapped in a blanket, curled up in a small ball, shivering.

"Sister Fang?" Chen Feng turned on the living room light.

The sudden light startled Lin Fang, who frantically pulled the blanket over her head, her voice hoarse and nasal: "Don't...don't turn on the light! Turn it off! Turn it off now!"

Chen Feng ignored her and instead strode over, grabbing a corner of the blanket.

"Fang-jie, what's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay... I'm fine... Chen Feng, don't worry about me, I want to be alone..." Lin Fang clung tightly to the blanket, shaking her head desperately inside, her voice filled with fear and helplessness.

"Did Blackie cause you trouble?" Chen Feng's voice turned cold.

"No...it wasn't him..."

"Who is that?"

Without another word, Chen Feng exerted force with his hand. Afraid of hurting Lin Fang, he controlled his strength skillfully, yet he forcefully pulled the blanket halfway open.

The moment Chen Feng saw Lin Fang's face clearly, he felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his killing intent exploded instantly.

Lin Fang was wearing that familiar silk nightgown, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face. And on her once fair and delicate left cheek, a shocking handprint was now prominently displayed!

The palm print was swollen and purplish-red, and there was even a trace of dried blood at the corner of the mouth.

Fangjie, who was always smiling, helping him straighten his tie, and saving up his "wife's dowry," now looked like a broken doll, her eyes filled with tears, her gaze evasive and ashamed.

"Who hit him?"

These three words were squeezed out from between Chen Feng's teeth, carrying a bloodthirsty chill.

Lin Fang could no longer hold back and burst into tears. She threw herself into Chen Feng's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and cried her heart out.

"Chen Feng... I can't live anymore... They're driving me to my death..."

Chen Feng let her tears soak his chest, gently patting her trembling back, but the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger. He gently lifted Lin Fang's chin, looking at the palm print, his heart aching as if pricked by needles.

"Tell me, who is it?" Chen Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging internal energy. "Is it one of Wang Defa's men?"

Lin Fang shook her head and then nodded, crying, her words tumbling out incoherently: "They...they're debt collectors...people from Hongfa Finance Company..."

Lin Fang sniffed, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness. She let go of her hand, pulled an old leather bag from under the bed, and with trembling hands took out a crumpled piece of paper from it.

Chen Feng took the paper. It was an IOU, the handwriting was messy, but the few bright red handprints were particularly glaring.

"Fifty thousand yuan?" Chen Feng frowned. "What do you need so much money for? Why didn't you tell me you needed the money? I still have five thousand..."

"It's not enough...it's a bottomless pit..." Lin Fang shook her head in anguish, tears welling up again. "My younger brother back home is getting married, and the bride's family is asking for a dowry of 60,000 yuan and a new house. My parents...they called and pressured me, saying that if I don't send the money back, they'll drink pesticide and kill themselves in front of me, and they'll come to Donghai to cause trouble, and they'll go to Jinbihuihuang to put up banners saying I'm unfilial..."

"I had no choice..." Lin Fang sobbed.

"So a few days ago... I was really forced into a corner, and through someone's introduction, I borrowed 50,000 yuan to try and appease my family. The agreed interest rate was 3%, which I could afford to pay back. But..."

Lin Fang looked up at Chen Feng with despair: "But this afternoon, they suddenly blocked my way home from get off work, saying the contract had changed. They said I breached the contract and demanded I pay back 100,000 yuan, principal and interest! And immediately! When I refused, they... they beat me..."

"One hundred thousand?" Chen Feng sneered. Borrowing fifty thousand and turning it into one hundred thousand in a few days—this wasn't just usury, it was outright robbery.

"And... the leader who beat me up said... if I can't pay it back, I'll make you pay it back. He also said..."

"What else is there to say?"

"They even said... I have to 'pay them off' with my body at Hongfa Finance Company, or they'll plaster my nude photos all over the magnificent gate..."

After Lin Fang finished speaking, she was filled with shame and indignation, and buried her head in her hands and cried again.

Chen Feng took the note. It only had an address and a phone number written on it, and was signed arrogantly: Scarface.

"Pay with your body?" Chen Feng looked at these two words and laughed in anger.

"What about the money? Have you already sent it home?"

"I haven't had time to get it yet, it's still in my bag."