Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent in his chest, and his gaze returned to the signature on the IOU.

It was a red seal with four characters engraved on it:

Hongfa Finance Company.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Hongfa..." He chewed on the two words, feeling that they were somewhat familiar.

"Judging from the tone of their voices..." Lin Fang grabbed Chen Feng's sleeve as if grasping at a last straw, "They seem to know Hei Pi."

Chen Feng's gaze froze instantly.

"Dark-skinned?"

"Yes, the guy who hit me answered a phone call and called the other person 'Brother Pi.' He even said something like, 'Don't worry, this woman is scared to death right now, she'll definitely go to that kid crying and complaining, then you'll just have to wait and see the show...'"

All the clues connected instantly at that moment.

Hei Pi's "good behavior" these past few days has led to Lin Fang suddenly being pressured by debt collectors. The loan company not only knows Lin Fang's background, but has even managed to precisely target her...

This is not a simple matter of collecting a debt.

This is a trap.

A deadly trap set for Chen Feng, but cruelly targeting Lin Fang instead.

Chen Feng slowly straightened up, folded the IOU neatly, and put it into his inner pocket.

Chen Feng turned and walked outside.

"Chen Feng!" Lin Fang panicked, grabbing his hand. "Where are you going? Don't go! There are too many of them, and they have knives... Let's call the police! Or... or I'll go ask Sister Hong for help..."

Chen Feng turned around and looked at Lin Fang, whose face was covered in tears. A smile that was both gentle and chilling, unlike anything he had ever seen before, appeared on his lips.

"Sister Fang, I already said that."

"If bowing my head brings me peace, I'm willing to bow my head. But some people don't want you to bow your head; they want your life."

He gently pried open Lin Fang's fingers.

"You stay home and rest well, I'll handle this!"

Chen Feng took the borrowed 50,000 yuan and walked out of the tenement building. The night breeze was slightly cool, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in Chen Feng's heart. He skillfully dialed Monkey's pager number.

Less than two minutes later, the Nokia rang; it was Monkey calling back.

"Hey? Brother Feng?" the monkey's voice was low. "What happened?"

"Help me find out about a place." Chen Feng looked at the name on the copy of the IOU in his hand, his voice eerily calm. "Hongfa Finance Company, where is it located? Who's the boss? Is it related to Wang Defa?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sound of a monkey gasping for breath.

"Brother Feng...you've messed with Hongfa?" Monkey's tone instantly became tense. "That's a den of thieves that specializes in loan sharking! It's in an office building next to that unfinished building in the south of the city. It has a finance company sign, but it's actually full of thugs."

"I know," Chen Feng said calmly. "Answer my question."

The monkey sensed the resolve in Chen Feng's tone and dared not waste any more words: "Hongfa's boss is called Zhao Biao, known in the underworld as 'Brother Biao.' But he's just a bouncer; the real mastermind... is Wang Defa. This finance company specializes in laundering money for Wang Defa and also lends money to scam people."

really.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth.

Wang Defa, Mad Dog Qiang, Black Skin, and now there's another one, Brother Biao.

These people are really persistent, like a pack of hyenas that can't shake off the smell of blood.

"How many men does Brother Biao have under his command?" Chen Feng asked.

"There are probably a dozen or so people stationed at the company, and they're all ruthless characters who'd dare to use a knife. Especially one of Brother Biao's henchmen called 'Scarface,' who's supposedly been in there before and has seen real blood," Monkey urged anxiously. "Brother Feng, if you owe money, we can chip in and pay it off. Just don't try to force your way in. It's easy to get in, but hard to get out. I heard that some people have been carried out of there before..."

"Pay back the money?" Chen Feng stared at the distant, faded neon lights, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "The money must be paid back. However, it must be paid back according to my rules."

"monkey."

"Yes, I'm here."

"Tell Dazhuang to go to the hardware store and buy two of the best entrenching tools, and sharpen the blades. He'll wait for me at the intersection near the unfinished building in the south of the city in half an hour."

The monkey was stunned. An entrenching tool? A sharpening blade?

This isn't going to pay back money, it's clearly going to demolish the house!

"Brother Feng... what do you want to do?" Monkey's voice trembled.

"Since they want to play dirty tricks and target the people around me," Chen Feng's voice carried a chilling undertone, "then I'll flip the table, and nobody's getting any food."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng did not go directly to Nancheng.

He first went back to the old park near the Golden Splendor. Deep inside the park, under an old locust tree, he dug out a small cloth bag wrapped in oil paper.

He opened the cloth bag, and inside lay a dark, gleaming dagger. He had hidden it here on his second day at the glittering gold shop.

The dagger was unremarkable; the hilt was made of some unknown animal bone, which was somewhat yellowed, but the blade gleamed with an almost eerie, cold light.

This was the only memento left to him by that eccentric old beggar.

The old beggar taught him martial arts for three years. Before leaving, he threw the knife to him and said only one sentence: "This knife is ominous; it has been stained with too much blood. Don't let it see the light of day unless absolutely necessary. Once it does, it will surely drink blood."

Chen Feng used to think the old beggar was bragging.

But today, as he touched the cold hilt of the knife, he felt a long-lost sense of connection. His blood seemed to boil with the appearance of this blade.

"Old man, I'm afraid I'll have to break my vow tonight."

Chen Feng muttered to himself, tucking the dagger into his belt at the back of his waist and covering it with the hem of his shirt.

……

Hongfa Finance Company, Nancheng.

This was a shell company located on the second floor. Downstairs was an internet cafe, and upstairs hung an inconspicuous sign. It was already past nine o'clock at night, but the company was still brightly lit and filled with smoke.

It's called a company, but it's really just a large open space with a few sofas and a mahjong table.

Seven or eight burly men, shirtless and tattooed, were playing cards together, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, cursing and swearing.

At the far end of the office sat a burly man. He wore a floral shirt, and had a grotesque scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth. He had his legs propped up on the desk and was toying with a butterfly knife in his hand.

He was "Scarface," Brother Biao's top henchman. And Blackie was sitting opposite him with a fawning expression, holding a teacup in his hand.

"Scarface, you handled this well." Blackie chuckled, handing Scarface a Zhonghua cigarette. "That woman's probably scared out of her wits. I reckon she's crying in Chen Feng's arms right now."

Scarface took the cigarette, lit it with the light Blackie offered, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke: "Hmph, a country bumpkin from out of town dares to run wild in this part of Nancheng? If it weren't for Boss Wang's instructions to slowly torture him to death, I would have crippled him directly."

"Yes, yes, Scarface is awesome!" Blackie nodded repeatedly. "But this 'using a borrowed knife to kill' tactic is even more brilliant. Lin Fang is Chen Feng's mistress, which is his Achilles' heel. As long as we control Lin Fang and force Chen Feng to repay the money, we can decide how to calculate the interest."

"What if he still can't pay?" a henchman interjected.

Scarface grinned maliciously and slammed the butterfly knife onto the table: "Still not going? That makes things even easier. The men can keep their hands, and the women... hehe, perfect for the brothers to have some fun, then send them to the hair salon to pick up customers. We'll call it a day when the debt is paid off."

Blackie felt a shiver run through him, but then a surge of pleasure washed over him.

Chen Feng, Chen Feng, aren't you so good at fighting? Aren't you so loyal? I'll see how you handle this!