Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

In the southern part of the city, there is a private room on the top floor of a bathhouse called "Heaven on Earth".

The decor here is extremely luxurious, with gold wallpaper, mahogany furniture, and even crystal ashtrays. But the air is filled with a lingering smell of cigars and perfume.

"Snapped!"

An expensive wine glass was smashed to the ground, and red wine splattered onto the Persian carpet like blood.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Wang Defa's face was flushed, and his enormous belly trembled violently with each roar. He pointed at the kneeling, dark-skinned man and cursed, "I paid to keep you in this luxurious place so you could be my inside man, not so you could be driven out like a dead dog!"

Blackie knelt on the broken glass, his knees aching, but he dared not move. He could only cry out, "Mr. Wang, I had no choice... That Chen Feng is too cunning. That woman Jiang Hong protected him and fired me right away..."

"Alright, stop wailing."

A man sitting on the other side of the sofa waved his hand impatiently.

The man was in his early forties, wearing an open floral shirt with a tiger tattooed on his chest and a thick gold chain around his neck. An old scar across his nose made him look particularly menacing.

It was Zhao Biao, the boss of Hongfa Finance and a local tyrant in the south of the city, known as "Brother Biao".

Brother Biao toyed with two iron walnuts in his hand, spinning them until they cracked, his sinister gaze fixed on Blackie: "You're telling me, that Chen Feng, all by himself, disarmed Scarface and wrecked my place?"

"Yes...yes," Blackie said, trembling. "Brother Biao, that kid is really weird. He knows kung fu and he's ruthless. Scarface is still in the hospital. His wrist tendons almost broke."

"Interesting." Brother Biao narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them. "In South City, he's the first person in years to dare slap me, Zhao Biao, in the face like this. If I don't cripple him, how am I supposed to lead the brothers in the future?"

"Biaozi, what are you planning to do?" Wang Defa lit a cigar and gritted his teeth. "I won't get rid of this kid until I'm done with him! And that Jiang Hong, she actually dared to turn against me for a mere security guard!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang." Brother Biao sneered. "We can't do it openly. It's a crackdown period right now, and the police are watching closely, especially that Zhao Gang. He's been staring at me like a mad dog. We have to play dirty."

"Yin?"

"Jinbihuihuang is a business." Brother Biao stopped eating walnuts, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "If people cause trouble every day, or... if they find out something they shouldn't have, let's see how Jiang Hong will protect him!"

"As for that Chen Feng..." Brother Biao grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed it into an apple. "Since he wants to be a hero, then I'll turn him into a coward. Find an opportunity to find out what he's made of. I want him to know that offending me, Zhao Biao, means death is a luxury."

……

Three days later, it was resplendent in gold.

Since Chen Feng became the captain, the security situation in the area has improved significantly. The thugs seem to know that the new captain is a ruthless character and dare not cause trouble easily.

But Chen Feng remained vigilant.

At 10 p.m., it was peak time for customers. Chen Feng stood by the railing on the second floor, looking down at the crowd dancing wildly on the dance floor on the first floor.

"Brother Feng." Monkey rushed up in a hurry and said in a low voice, "Someone has come outside and specifically asked to see you."

"Who?"

"Yes... Officer Zhao."

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed. Zhao Gang? What's he doing here?

On a quiet street near the magnificent side gate, a police car with flashing lights but no siren was parked on the side of the road.

Zhao Gang leaned against the car door, a cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed. Seeing Chen Feng emerge, he stubbed out his cigarette, looking at the young man with a complex expression.

"Officer Zhao, is there something you need?" Chen Feng stepped forward and offered him a cigarette.

Zhao Gang didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly: "Chen Feng, you've got some nerve. Weren't you the one who did the Hongfa Finance thing the other day?"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then naturally put away his cigarette and lit it himself: "Officer Zhao is joking. I'm just a security guard. How could I dare to mess with a big company like Hongfa?"

"Stop playing dumb with me!" Zhao Gang hissed. "Even though no police were called and the surveillance cameras were destroyed, the whole underworld is buzzing about it. One man took on over a dozen people and forced Zhao Biao's men to tear up the IOU. Chen Feng, you're recklessly flirting with the edge of crime!"

"Officer Zhao," Chen Feng exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression calm, "If my family member were being loaned money at exorbitant interest rates and forced into prostitution, should I just sit idly by and wait for the police to come and go through the formalities? By then, they'd probably be ruined."

Zhao Gang was speechless. He was a policeman with a sense of justice, but he was even more aware of the lag and powerlessness of legal procedures, especially when dealing with a scoundrel like Zhao Biao who exploited legal loopholes.

He sighed, his tone softening slightly: "I'm not here to arrest you. If I wanted to, the criminal investigation team would be here today. I'm just here to give you a heads-up."

"What?"

"Zhao Biao is a narrow-minded and vindictive man. You've made him suffer such a big setback this time, he won't let it go easily." Zhao Gang lowered his voice. "Recently, the security situation in Nancheng has been unstable, and the higher-ups are keeping a close eye on things. Zhao Biao won't dare to take any major action, but he'll definitely resort to underhanded tactics. Be careful, don't fall into his hands, and don't let yourself get into mine either. If I catch you doing anything wrong, I won't hold back either."

Looking at Zhao Gang's serious and upright face, Chen Feng felt a surge of respect. He was a good policeman, a bit old-fashioned, but with a strong sense of justice.

"Thanks, Officer Zhao," Chen Feng said sincerely.

"Take care of yourself." Zhao Gang gave him a deep look, opened the car door, and said, "Also, stay away from Jiang Hong. That woman is not simple. Don't end up being sold out and still helping her count the money."

The police car started and sped away.

Chen Feng stood by the roadside, pondering Zhao Gang's words. The calm before the storm is indeed the most oppressive.

……

Back at the venue, Chen Feng called Monkey and Da Zhuang to his office.

"Dazhuang, tell the brothers to keep a close eye on things these next few days," Chen Feng said in a deep voice. "Whether it's the fire exits, the kitchen, or the warehouse, check them three times a day. Especially the drinks and supplies coming in and out; someone must keep a close eye on them."

"Brother Feng, are you afraid someone will poison us?" Da Zhuang asked, his eyes wide.

"Poisoning is murder, Zhao Biao isn't that stupid." Chen Feng shook his head. "I'm afraid they'll slip some heroin or contraband in and then report us. If that happens, the police will find us easily, and Jinbihuihuang will have to close down for rectification, and we'll all have to go in too."

"Damn, those bastards are really cunning!" Monkey cursed.

"And also, Monkey," Chen Feng said, looking at Monkey. "You're quick-witted and resourceful. Go find out for me what other businesses Zhao Biao is involved in besides lending money lately."

Monkey thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Brother Feng, I know that! Zhao Biao opened a new arcade on the next street, with lots of gambling machines and a billiards room. I heard it's doing really well, attracting all the young people in our area, and... it's a real mess inside, people often sell drugs there."

"Arcade?" Chen Feng stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The best defense is a good offense. Since he's trying to play dirty tricks, then don't blame me for cutting off his supply lines.