Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

For the past three days, Chen Feng has been using the life-saving technique the old beggar taught him—"Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound"—to heal his injuries.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed. His bare upper body was not bandaged, and the gruesome arrow wound was now covered with a layer of dark red scabs. With the rhythm of his breathing, his chest rose and fell at a strange frequency, as if muffled thunder was rolling inside him.

The old beggar once said, "The human body is like a furnace, and blood and qi are the fire. Even if you are injured, as long as the fire in the furnace doesn't go out, it will burn even brighter."

"call--"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, which lingered in the air like a white ribbon.

When Lin Fang pushed the door open, she saw Chen Feng putting on that black shirt; his wound had completely scabbed over. She was so surprised she almost dropped the basin of water in her hand. She wanted to say something, but Chen Feng silenced her with a hug.

"Don't worry, I grew up in the mountains, I'm tough." Chen Feng kissed her forehead, but his eyes had already become sharp. "I have to go to work, some accounts can't be left unpaid for too long."

After leaving his home, Chen Feng did not go directly to the security department, but instead pressed the elevator button leading to the general manager's office on the top floor.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.

In the spacious office, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Jiang Hong stood with her back to the door, holding a glass of red wine and overlooking the city below. She wore a dark red velvet dress, its tailored fit accentuating her graceful curves, yet exuding an unapproachable nobility and aloofness.

"Sister Hong." Chen Feng walked in and stood three steps away from her.

Jiang Hong slowly turned around, her gaze sweeping over Chen Feng before finally settling on his left shoulder. A playful smile appeared on her lips: "He can be on the ground in three days. It seems Zhao Biao's arrow was too light."

"It's not that the arrow is too light, it's that if we don't recover quickly, our magnificent appearance will be looked down upon," Chen Feng said calmly.

Jiang Hong walked to the sofa, sat down, elegantly crossed her legs, and pointed to the chair opposite her: "Sit."

She poured Chen Feng a glass of wine, but didn't hand it to him; instead, she placed it on the table: "These past two days, Zhao Biao has been constantly making trouble. He threw dead rats into the kitchen, hired people to fake drunken disturbances, and even reported us for violating fire safety regulations. Although they are all disgusting little tricks, they are very effective; our customer traffic has dropped by 30%."

Chen Feng didn't touch the glass of wine. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Hong: "Sister Hong, I want to know, do you want him to feel pain, or do you want him to die?"

Jiang Hong paused slightly as she swirled the wine in her glass. She raised her eyelids, and for the first time, a hint of undisguised ambition flashed in her alluring eyes.

"Chen Feng, do you think 'Golden Splendor' is too big?"

"In the southern part of the city, it's considered a den of iniquity."

"No, it's too small." Jiang Hong took a sip of wine, her red lips like blood. "For me, this is just the beginning. Zhao Biao has been eating this piece of cake in Nancheng for too long; his teeth aren't strong enough anymore, it's time for a change."

She put down her wine glass, leaned forward, and an aura of power instantly enveloped Chen Feng: "I want more than just revenge. I want to use you to remove Zhao Biao, this thorn in my side, and then gradually swallow up his territory and his business. I want to establish my own rules in Nancheng."

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He had always known that Jiang Hong was no ordinary woman, but this was the first time he had directly confronted her ambitious nature. She was not just a nightclub owner; she was a woman who aspired to be a powerful businesswoman.

"What do you want me to do?" Chen Feng asked.

"Zhao Biao's biggest source of cash flow right now isn't those petty protection rackets, but his 'Dream City' arcade hidden underground." Jiang Hong took a document from a drawer and threw it to Chen Feng. "That's his money bag, his lifeline. I want you to puncture this bag and let the money inside drain away."

Chen Feng picked up the document and glanced at it. It contained a detailed record of the structure and personnel configuration of "Dream City".

"Just smash it?" Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Smashing it is the stupidest way," Jiang Hong sneered. "If you smash it, he can fix it, and the police will cause trouble. What I want is to 'destroy his spirit.' You need to make everyone think that Zhao Biao's place is unsafe, doesn't follow the rules, and even cheats people out of money. Once his reputation collapses, not even a god can save him."

Jiang Hong stood up, walked to Chen Feng, and reached out to straighten his collar. Her voice became soft yet seductive: "Chen Feng, do a good job. You're a good knife. As long as you're sharp enough, I can give you a big enough stage. In the future, the underworld of Nancheng may well have a place for you."

Chen Feng felt the cool touch of her fingertips and a wicked smile crept onto his lips: "Wherever Sister Hong points, I'll shoot. But this isn't just for your territory; it's also to avenge that arrow I shot."

"Go ahead." Jiang Hong patted him on the shoulder. "I've already had the finance and HR departments take care of the manpower and funding you need. Don't let me down this time."

……

Half an hour later, in the security department office.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Chen Feng sat in the captain's seat and tossed the documents Jiang Hong had given him onto the center of the table.

Chen Fang, Monkey, and Da Zhuang sat around. Seeing that Chen Feng was unharmed and even more imposing than before, their eyes lit up.

"Brother Feng, what did Sister Hong say?" Monkey, being the most quick-witted, was the first to ask.

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and glanced at the three men: "Sister Hong's meaning is very clear. It's not just about hurting Zhao Biao, it's about cutting off his lifeline."

He pointed to the documents on the table: "Tonight's target: Dream City."

"Let's fuck them!" Chen Fang rubbed his hands excitedly when he heard it was time to take action. "Fengzi, what do you say we do? Should we grab our weapons, charge in, and cripple those bastards?"

"Ergou, this is the city, not our village entrance where we're fighting." Chen Feng tapped the table, his eyes cold. "We need to be more civilized."

"Dazhuang".

"exist!"

"Go prepare two bags of game tokens, the kind that could kill someone. Also, buy a few large pipe wrenches."

"Er Gou" (Second Dog).

"arrive!"

Chen Feng pulled a thick wad of banknotes from his pocket; this was the advance payment for the operation from the finance department, and threw it directly to Chen Fang.

"Tonight you're the star. Dress yourself up like a nouveau riche idiot who just arrived in the city. Take this money and go to Dream City. There's only one mission—gamble it all away."

"Lost it all?" Chen Fang stared wide-eyed at the stack of money in disbelief. "Fengzi, are you out of your mind? You should have used that money to buy meat, not given it to those bastards!"

Chen Feng sneered, his eyes flashing with cold light: "That's bait. You need to lose dramatically, lose furiously. When you're really desperate, you can make a scene, and I've already thought of the reasons for you—the machine is swallowing up points, there's only inflow and no outflow, they're cheating!"

"You want me to cause trouble?" Chen Fang suddenly realized. "That's something I'm good at!"

"It's not about disrupting the business, it's about 'protecting our rights'," Chen Feng corrected. "Since they don't follow the rules when they're doing business, then we'll teach them what the rules are. Once things get chaotic, leave the rest to me and Dazhuang."

Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, looked at the deepening twilight outside, and said in a deep and powerful voice: "After tonight, I will let everyone in Nancheng know what happens when you mess with Jinbihuihuang."

"Sister Hong is watching us. This battle isn't just about revenge, it's a testament to our loyalty." Chen Feng turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Brothers, let's get to work!"