Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He stood up, walked up to Chen Feng, and a chilling light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Chen Feng."

"I'll remind you one last time."

Ninth Master stretched out his hand, which was covered with age spots, and patted Chen Feng's shoulder. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Remember, from now on, you must inform me before making any decisions. Never again dare to act on your own..."

His voice suddenly turned cold, each word distinct and deliberate:

"Don't blame me for being ruthless."

These words were spoken softly, yet they were like a cold knife, piercing straight into Chen Feng's heart.

Chen Feng felt the strength of that hand, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back.

He knew that Ninth Master was warning him.

Although we managed to get through this hurdle on the surface, Ninth Master's suspicions have already been sown.

From now on, his every move in the South City will be closely watched by this old fox.

Chen Feng lowered his head, his tone respectful, "Ninth Master, rest assured, I've remembered."

Ninth Master withdrew his hand, sat back down in the armchair, picked up the cup of tea that had gone cold, and took a sip.

"Get lost."

Two words, written lightly, yet conveying an air of superiority and disdain.

"Yes."

Chen Feng bowed, then turned and strode toward the door.

His back view still looked respectful, and his pace was neither fast nor slow.

But only he knew how fast his heart was beating and how cold the sweat on his back was.

He took a deep breath as he pushed open the door.

He left the private room without lingering and went straight downstairs.

……

As soon as Chen Feng left, the curtain of the side door of the private room was lifted, and three figures emerged from the shadows.

Fatty Biao, Ghost Master, Uncle Zhong.

The three of them hadn't actually left; instead, they had been hiding in a side room and had overheard Chen Feng and Ninth Master's conversation.

"Ninth Master."

Fatty Biao was the first to approach Ninth Master, his fat face plastered with a fawning smile, but his eyes gleamed with a sinister light.

"This kid's obviously not telling the truth! The West District is such a lucrative area, and he says he's not interested? I don't believe it for a second!"

"that is!"

Ghost Master chimed in, sneering sarcastically, "If he really wasn't interested, would he have personally led his men into Juyixuan? Would he have chased Crow around like a stray dog? He clearly wants to take over the West District!"

Uncle Zhong didn't speak, but just stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

Ninth Master leaned back in his chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"Ninth Master, this kid's influence is expanding too fast."

Seeing that Ninth Master didn't refute him, Fatty Biao grew bolder and lowered his voice, saying, "I heard he's set up some kind of 'Peak Battalion,' with nearly a hundred men under his command, all ruthless! He's even doing something about blood oaths to win people over. This is clearly an attempt to establish his own independent force!"

He stretched out his right hand, gestured across his neck, and revealed a sinister smile:

"Ninth Master, in my opinion, we should strike now while he's still weak and vulnerable. Otherwise, he might become a threat later and bite us!"

"right!"

Ghost Master immediately chimed in, "He's getting very close to that Widow Bai; they're probably having an affair. We can start by targeting Widow Bai and cut off his access to resources. Once he can't hold on on the battlefield anymore, he'll naturally behave himself."

"Whether to kill or spare him will be entirely up to you, Ninth Master."

The two men spoke in unison, their words implying that they wanted Chen Feng dead.

As Ninth Master listened to their words, his gaze grew increasingly profound.

Chen Feng, that kid is definitely a problem.

His rise to power was too rapid.

This rate of growth cannot be explained simply by strong abilities.

This kid is either incredibly lucky or has a master mentoring him.

Neither of these is good news.

Ninth Master's eyes flickered, but a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

What's the rush?

His voice was unhurried, revealing a shrewd and composed demeanor.

"Chen Feng, that kid, is indeed quite capable. He's so ruthless in eliminating talented people; what will his subordinates think of him?"

"But Ninth Master..." Fatty Biao wanted to say something more.

"Shut up."

One glance from Ninth Master and Fatty Biao immediately became obedient.

"A little mouse can't turn the world upside down."

Ninth Master picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam.

……

Outside the teahouse.

When Dazhuang saw Chen Feng come out of the building, he immediately went to greet him.

"Brother Feng! How's it going?"

Chen Feng didn't say anything, but just patted him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to get in the car.

The black Santana slowly drove away from the South City Teahouse.

Inside the car, Chen Feng leaned back in his seat, lit a cigarette, and frowned.

"Brother Feng, what did Ninth Master say?"

Da Zhuang asked as he drove.

"He wanted to get involved in the business in Xicheng District, so he used our business ventures there as an excuse to give me a hard time!"

Dazhuang cursed, "That old bastard, he didn't say a word when we were in trouble. Now that we've taken over the West District, he wants to just sit back and take advantage of us?"

"It's not that simple."

Chen Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened:

"Things in the West District are getting increasingly complicated. Ninth Master won't let this go easily; he'll make his move against Bai Wei sooner or later."

"What should we do then?"

Chen Feng thought quickly...

"Go to Lanting Villa."

Chen Feng made a decision, "I need to discuss this with Bai Wei and plan ahead. Otherwise, we'll be at a disadvantage once Ninth Master makes his move."

"Okay!"

Da Zhuang turned the steering wheel, and the Santana turned around and headed towards the West District.

After driving for a while, Chen Feng suddenly spoke:

"parking."

"What's wrong?"

"You go back first. I'll take a taxi there."

Da Zhuang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, and chuckled, "Brother Feng, what's this...?"

Chen Feng rolled his eyes at him. "What are you thinking about?" His gaze casually swept across the rearview mirror, where an inconspicuous black motorcycle was trailing behind at a distance. "There's a **ghost** behind you. You're too conspicuous driving; you can't shake them off."

"Oh, I understand."

Dazhuang drove the car to a corner and parked it. Chen Feng quickly got out of the car and disappeared into the night.

On the taxi.

Chen Feng took out his phone and dialed Bai Wei's number.

"Beep—beep—"

……

The Orchid Pavilion Villa at this time.

Bai Wei was curled up on the sofa in the living room, watching TV listlessly.

An old Hong Kong movie was playing on the screen, but she wasn't watching it at all.

Her thoughts had already wandered elsewhere.

When Chen Feng left yesterday, his words, "I'll come again tomorrow," still echoed in her ears.

She waited all day.

I waited from morning until noon, and then from noon until evening.

But it's almost 10 o'clock now, and there's still not a soul in sight.

"Tch, who cares if he comes..."

Bai Wei muttered something, tossed the remote control onto the coffee table, and felt inexplicably disappointed.

Sure enough, a man's words are deceitful.

She chuckled self-deprecatingly, preparing to get up and go back to her room to sleep.

"Ring ring—"

The cell phone suddenly rang.

Bai Wei's heart suddenly raced, and she instinctively grabbed her phone.

When she saw that familiar name on the screen, her breath caught in her throat.

Chen Feng.

He...he really called?

Bai Wei paused for two seconds before realizing she should answer the phone.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm and natural.

"Feed?"

"Sister Bai, it's me, Chen Feng."

That familiar voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat tired, yet still steady and powerful.

Bai Wei's heart started beating faster for no apparent reason.

"Yes, I know."

She replied, feigning composure, "What's wrong?"

Are you asleep?

"not yet."

Bai Wei glanced at the clock on the wall subconsciously—10:30.

"I'm here now. I have something to discuss with you." Chen Feng's tone was very serious, completely different from the carefree scoundrel he had been before.

Bai Wei sensed the seriousness in his words, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Okay, come here."