Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Chen Feng looked up and saw him.

Their eyes met in mid-air, sparks flying.

"Scar?" Chen Feng put away his baton, letting one hand hang down, but he looked even more dangerous.

"It's me!" Scarface licked his lips, revealing a sinister smile. "Kid, you've got guts, coming to Hongfa alone to cause trouble? If I don't leave you with a souvenir today, you won't know how dark the world can be."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed forward, his movements several levels faster than those henchmen. His butterfly knife, like a viper's hiss, aimed straight for Chen Feng's lower abdomen.

The monkey in the corner screamed in fright, "Brother Feng, watch out!"

Chen Feng did not retreat, but instead took half a step forward.

This was an old trick the old beggar had taught him: "Those who offend me, I will meet them head-on."

In Scarface's eyes, Chen Feng's step was almost like walking into a knife's edge. A cruel pleasure flashed in his eyes, and the blade instantly sank, changing from a thrust to a slash, heading straight for Chen Feng's vital kidney.

In the blink of an eye.

Chen Feng twisted his waist, and his center of gravity shifted strangely to the side, causing him to slide out at an angle that defied common sense.

The blade grazed the hem of his shirt, tearing a gash in the side.

"That was close—" The monkey broke out in a cold sweat.

At that moment, Chen Feng's right hand gripped the hilt of the dagger at his lower back.

That was the knife left behind by the old beggar.

"Old man, you said this knife is unlucky." This thought flashed through Chen Feng's mind. "Then today, let it scare people."

"Clang—"

A very faint metallic scraping sound.

No one saw how he drew the knife; they only saw a flash of cold light, and then the butterfly knife suddenly stopped moving.

Scarface felt a chill on his wrist, followed by a piercing pain.

He looked down—

On the wrist where he held the knife, blood seeped out in a neat, shallow cut. The butterfly knife had been knocked away, tracing an arc along the ceiling before landing in a corner.

If Chen Feng had used just a little more force, this knife could have severed his artery.

Scarface stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

Chen Feng's left hand remained hanging down, while his right hand gripped the short, narrow dagger, the blade gently pressing against Scarface's Adam's apple. His gaze was terrifyingly calm.

"If you had taken another half step forward, you would have died just now," Chen Feng said calmly.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Blackie sat in his office, watching this scene, his legs trembling involuntarily, and beads of cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Chen Feng...you...you mustn't do anything reckless..." He stammered as he stood up. "This is President Wang's company. If you dare to stab someone here, your life is over!"

Chen Feng seemed not to hear, his gaze still fixed on Scarface: "Did you slap Sister Fang's face?"

Scar swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath the blade, and for the first time, panic flickered in his eyes.

"I...I only hit her lightly, who knew that woman's skin was so tender..." he tried to argue.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed through the hall. Chen Feng raised his hand and delivered a powerful slap, so forceful that it knocked Scarface's head to the side. Not satisfied, he followed up with a left slap, then a right, and another, striking repeatedly.

"Clap clap clap!"

After a few sharp cracks, half of Scarface's face was swollen high, blood instantly seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the arrogance in his eyes was completely replaced by fear.

He removed the knife from Scarface's neck, blade down, and slowly walked towards the office.

With each step he took, Blackie's heart sank a little deeper.

"Chen Feng, what do you want? I'm warning you, I'm Jin Bihuihuang, and if you dare lay a finger on me, Sister Hong will be the first to make you pay!"

"Bullshit!" Chen Feng kicked open the half-closed office door, then shoved the coffee table aside with a loud crash. His eyes were icy as he stared at Blackie, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "Who do you think you are? You think you can use Sister Hong to intimidate me?"

Blackie felt guilty under his gaze, but stubbornly said, "You...you can't kill me. If you kill me, my boss won't let you get away with it."

"Your boss?" Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone dismissive. "Who?"

Thinking he was scared, Blackie suddenly felt more confident and said stiffly, "I'll scare you to death if I tell you! He's someone you can't afford to mess with!"

"I have no interest in knowing," Chen Feng interrupted him, his tone flat. "I've said it before, I don't kill people. I'm here today to return the money."

Chen Feng looked down at the stack of contracts and IOUs on the table.

He reached out and flipped through the papers one by one. Each one had a bright red handprint and the official seal of "Hongfa Finance". The amounts ranged from three thousand to three hundred thousand, with shockingly high interest rates.

"Hongfa, specializing in this kind of business?" Chen Feng looked up at Scarface.

Scarface covered his face, forcing a smile: "This is called market demand. Someone wants to borrow, and someone is willing to lend; it's only natural. We didn't rob anyone..."

"Robbery?" Chen Feng suddenly laughed, but the laugh was chillingly cold. "Even more ruthless than robbery."

He reached into the pile of contracts and pulled one out—Lin Fang's IOU. He raised his hand and, under everyone's gaze, slowly tore it in half, then into four pieces, before finally throwing it on the ground.

Chen Feng threw the borrowed 50,000 yuan on the ground. "From now on, she doesn't owe you a single penny, and there won't be any interest."

"You think you can just say you don't have it?!" Blackie's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. "That 50,000 yuan was paid for in real money by Zhao Biao, the boss of Hongfa. If you dare tear up the IOU today, believe me, he'll skin you alive!"

Chen Feng plunged the dagger into the table with a "whoosh".

"Then let him do it," he said coldly.

Scarface felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at by those eyes. He instinctively reached out to grab the knife from the table, but found he didn't have the courage.

Chen Feng withdrew his dagger and tapped it lightly on the table: "I don't care how much dirty money Hongfa has made over the years, and I don't want to care. But you shouldn't have touched Lin Fang. Consider this a lesson for you."

...

"Walk."

He turned and left.

"Dazhuang, Monkey, let's retreat."

Da Zhuang, carrying his entrenching tool, followed them away, glancing back every few steps, muttering to himself, "Brother Feng, should we smash their computers while we're at it?"

"Keep it," Chen Feng shook his head. "It might come in handy in the future."

They disappeared at the top of the stairs, leaving only a mess and wails in the lobby of Hongfa Finance.

a long time.

Scarface finally snapped out of his daze, kicking his groaning underling to the ground. "You're all useless idiots! You can't even handle three country bumpkins!"

Blackie leaned back in his chair, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

"Scarface..." He swallowed hard. "Is this... just going to be the end of it?"

"Consider it?" Scarface sneered. "You think I'm giving away my money for nothing? You think Hongfa's face is being trampled on? You think I don't have any dignity?"

"Well..." Blackie said cautiously, "How about... we notify Brother Biao and Boss Wang?"

"Notification?" Scarface sneered, grabbed the phone on the table, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, it's me." He said through gritted teeth, "Chen Feng just brought some men and smashed up our Hongfa, and even tore up that bitch's IOU."

The phone call was filled with curses: "You bunch of good-for-nothings! You couldn't even handle a security guard and had someone come and clean up your place!"

Scarface's face was already swollen from being slapped on the left and right by Chen Feng, and now he's been scolded, so he looks even worse.

After hanging up the phone, Scarface slammed the receiver down on the table, his eyes filled with malice.

"Chen Feng, you just wait."

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