Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Half an hour later, in an alley at the deepest part of the old street.

The air was thick with the smells of mildew and traditional Chinese medicine. A small clinic, without even a sign, was lit by a dim, yellowish light.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Fang pounded on the roller shutter door with a loud bang: "Open the door! Help! Open the door now!"

"Call back your soul! In the middle of the night!" came an old but impatient voice from inside.

The roller shutter door opened, and an old man with gray hair and thick glasses, wearing a dirty white coat and the bottom of a beer bottle, walked out. He was the notorious quack doctor in the area—"Ghost Hand Zhang." It was said that he used to be a chief surgeon at a regular hospital, but was reduced to this job due to a medical accident. However, everyone in the underworld respected the skill of his hands.

Ghost Hand Zhang was about to curse a few more times, but when he saw Chen Feng on Chen Fang's back and the crossbow bolt sticking out, his eyes changed instantly.

"Go inside, get on the operating table. You big oaf, go and lock the door tightly." Ghost Hand Zhang gave instructions while turning to wash his hands.

Chen Feng was placed on an iron bed covered with a disposable blue cloth.

"Kid, bear with it." Ghost Hand Zhang put on gloves, and without even asking how he got the injury, picked up a pair of scissors and "snip" cut open Chen Feng's shirt, which was already soaked in blood.

Upon seeing the wound, Ghost Hand Zhang clicked his tongue: "A crossbow with barbs? That thing is ruthless; it can tear a chunk of flesh off if you pull it out. Luckily, it didn't break the bone, or your shoulder would be ruined."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Feng's lips were turning purple from the pain, and his voice was trembling. "Pull it out."

"We're out of anesthetic. We used it all up on that kid who got stabbed last night." Ghost Hand Zhang pulled out a bottle of medical alcohol and a piece of gauze. "That's all we have. How about you go next door and buy a bottle of Erguotou?"

"No need." Chen Feng grabbed the gauze and stuffed it into his mouth, biting down hard. He gripped the edge of the iron bed tightly with both hands. "Do it."

Chen Fang and Da Zhuang stood aside, watching this scene. The two men, both over six feet tall, had tears in their eyes and were so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe.

Ghost Hand Zhang didn't hesitate. He picked up a scalpel and quickly made a cross-shaped incision around the arrow wound, then replaced it with a hemostat.

"Hold him down!"

Chen Fang and Da Zhuang immediately rushed forward and held Chen Feng down firmly.

"rise!"

Ghost Hand Zhang let out a low shout and suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

"Ugh—!!!"

Chen Feng let out a deep, muffled growl, the veins on his neck bulging like earthworms, the intense pain in that instant seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Pfft!"

The crossbow bolt, still dripping with blood and flesh, was forcibly pulled out and thrown into a stainless steel tray with a crisp sound.

Chen Feng felt a sudden release, as if he had been pulled out of the water, his sweat and blood mingling together, and he instantly passed out.

……

Meanwhile, the top-floor private rooms of the Heaven on Earth Bath Center in the South District were brightly lit.

Wang Defa was embracing two heavily made-up women, holding a glass of red wine, a smug smile on his face. Zhao Biao sat on the opposite sofa, a metal walnut clicking loudly, the scar on his face contorting into a more ferocious grin.

"Biaozi, your men are getting more and more efficient." Wang Defa took a sip of red wine, his voice full of schadenfreude. "That crossbow bolt didn't disappoint that kid, did it?"

The masked man, who had just rushed back from outside, stood respectfully to the side and reported with his head bowed: "Reporting to Boss Wang and Brother Biao, we absolutely did not miss! The crossbow bolt accurately hit Chen Feng's left shoulder, and the barbed arrowhead was difficult to remove. If the police hadn't arrived quickly, we could have taken care of his other two accomplices as well."

"The police? That mad dog Zhao Gang arrived just in time." Zhao Biao snorted coldly, but his tone didn't seem to care much. "But it doesn't matter. After taking this arrow, that kid will be bedridden for at least half a month."

Wang Defa burst into laughter, slapping his thigh and saying, "Well said! Once he's healed, we'll give him a big gift. I don't believe Jiang Hong can keep protecting a cripple forever! This is what happens when you go against me."

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Chen Feng felt a burning pain in his left shoulder, as if a ball of fire was burning it, but the excruciating sharp pain had disappeared.

He opened his eyes and found himself not on the iron bed in the clinic, but lying in his familiar bedroom in the attic.

A person was lying on the side of the bed, with black hair like a waterfall and shoulders swaying slightly.

It's Lin Fang.

At the other end of the room, by the window, Liu Yu stood with red-rimmed eyes, holding a bowl of steaming porridge. Her usual boisterous demeanor was gone, replaced by a tense, forced composure.

Chen Feng moved his fingers, wanting to touch her hair, but the movement aggravated his wound, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"hiss……"

Although the voice was soft, Lin Fang jerked her head up as if she had been electrocuted.

Her eyes were swollen like peaches, clearly from crying all night. When she saw Chen Feng wake up, her tears flowed again, but this time she covered her mouth, afraid to cry out loud, lest she disturb him.

"You're awake? You're finally awake..." Lin Fang's hands trembled as she wanted to touch him but didn't dare. "You scared me to death... Chen Feng, you scared me to death..."

Liu Yu also came over and said, "Are you a cat? Nine lives aren't enough for you to squander, are they?"

Last night, when Dazhuang carried Chen Feng back, the two women almost fainted on the spot when they saw Chen Feng covered in blood.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead." Chen Feng tried to laugh, but the movement aggravated his wounds, so he could only sigh helplessly. "Where are they?"

"In the living room." Lin Fang wiped away her tears, her expression worried. "That Chen Fang... he's acting very strangely. He didn't say a word after he came back, and he didn't sleep. He just sat in the living room all night."

Chen Feng frowned slightly and struggled to sit up: "Help me out."

"Are you crazy? You need to rest!"

"Help me out of here," Chen Feng said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lin Fang couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she could only carefully help him move step by step to the living room.

The living room was filled with smoke, so thick that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Dazhuang sat on a small stool, looking worried. Chen Fang, on the other hand, sat shirtless on the floor, leaning against the wall, holding the bloodstained steel bar he hadn't had time to throw away.

The ground around him was littered with cigarette butts, and on the wall next to him were several bloody fist marks—marks he had made himself.

Hearing footsteps, Chen Fang suddenly looked up.

For a moment, Chen Feng was stunned.

Chen Fang's eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded beast still eager to devour its prey. There was no resentment in his eyes, only endless violence and self-reproach.

He walked up to Chen Feng, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his chest heaved violently.

The two stared at each other for a full ten seconds.

"Why did you push me away?" Chen Fang asked, his voice hoarse and rough, as if it had been sanded.

Chen Feng looked at his childhood friend, at his brother's expression that seemed to want to tear the sky apart, and laughed instead.

"Because you're slow," Chen Feng said calmly. "By the time you realize what's happening, we'll both be lying there."

"fart!"

He was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Chen Feng's bandaged left shoulder, gritting his teeth: "That arrow should have been in my body."

Chen Feng pushed away Lin Fang's support, staggered forward, and reached out his uninjured right hand to grab Chen Fang's nape and squeeze it hard.

"In our village, if a wild boar charges at us, anyone who stands in front of it is a fool," Chen Feng said, staring into his eyes and emphasizing each word. "But in Donghai, that's what brothers are."