Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

As night falls, the neon lights of the southern part of the city resemble greedy maws, devouring the souls lost in this city.

"Dream City" is located in a basement on a back street. The entrance is inconspicuous, with only a cheap sign that flashes pink lights. But once you go down the dark and damp stairs, you will find a hidden world.

The hall was filled with smoke and a cacophony of voices. The several hundred square meter hall was densely packed with all kinds of machines: slot machines, fishing games, electronic baccarat machines... The air was thick with cheap cigarettes, sweat, and that unique, maddening atmosphere of anxiety.

"Damn it! They didn't break up again?!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the fishing game area, drawing the attention of the surrounding gamblers with bloodshot eyes.

A man nearly two meters tall and as strong as a black bear was slapping his hand on the machine. He had a thick gold chain around his neck (clearly a cheap knock-off), and was wearing a floral shirt with two buttons undone, revealing dark chest hair. He looked exactly like a country bumpkin who had just gotten rich from a demolished house.

It is precisely because of its "careful packaging" that it has been displayed.

"Boss! Boost my rank! Give me two thousand! I refuse to believe this!" Chen Fang slammed the thick stack of banknotes on the bar, spitting as he spoke.

Sitting in the shadows in the corner, Chen Feng and Da Zhuang exchanged a glance. Da Zhuang lowered his voice and said, "Brother Feng, Er Gou's acting skills... it's a pity he's not a professional opera singer."

Chen Feng, dressed in an inconspicuous gray jacket with his hood pulled low, toyed with two game tokens in his hand and said casually, "Just playing myself. Keep an eye on things, the security guards are starting to gather over here."

Sure enough, several henchmen wearing tight black T-shirts and tattooed arms had already noticed Chen Fang, this "big spender." In their eyes, this loud, gambler-obsessed country bumpkin was just a walking ATM.

For the next half hour, Chen Fang perfectly executed the task of "losing money".

His two thousand yuan flowed into the machine like water. The golden shark in the fishing game seemed to be possessed; no matter how hard Chen Fang bombarded it, it just wouldn't die, while his score dropped rapidly.

"Damn! The last thousand!" Chen Fang slapped in the last bit of money, his eyes wide open, veins bulging on his forehead, looking like he was about to devour someone.

More and more people gathered around. Gamblers love watching this spectacle, feeling both sympathy and schadenfreude.

"Buzz—"

With the final launch, the score reached zero. The golden shark flicked its tail and swam away leisurely.

After a deathly silence, Chen Fang erupted in a roar.

"This damn machine is rigged!!"

Chen Fang suddenly stood up and kicked the machine's base. The huge metal machine was kicked so hard that it wobbled three times, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound.

"Damn it! I threw in two thousand yuan and didn't even hear a sound? You guys must have tampered with the multiplier! Give me my money back! Give me my money back!"

Chen Fang's shout echoed the sentiments of all the gamblers who had lost money.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!"

Three henchmen pushed through the crowd and walked over. The leader, with dyed yellow hair and carrying a rubber baton, pointed at Chen Fang with a menacing expression: "Country bumpkin, can't take a loss? This is Dream City, not your own backyard! Daring to cause trouble here, you've got a death wish?"

"Screw you, you sore loser!" Chen Fang shoved aside the police baton pointed at his nose with such force that he almost knocked the blond-haired man over. "I know there are wins and losses when I play mahjong in the village. This machine of yours only takes and never gives back—it's a scam!"

"You're asking for it!" Huang Mao roared, raising his baton to smash Chen Fang's head.

However, before the baton could fall, it was intercepted in mid-air by a long, strong hand.

Chen Feng emerged from the crowd at some point, grabbing the blond-haired man's wrist with one hand, his usual lazy yet dangerous smile on his face: "Brother, in business, harmony brings wealth. My friend said the machine is faulty, and instead of checking it to prove your innocence, you resort to violence. Doesn't that show you're guilty?"

"Who do you think you are?" The blond-haired man winced in pain, feeling as if his wrist was being clamped by iron clamps.

"I'm here to reason with you." Chen Feng applied a little force with his hand, and with a crisp "crack," the blond-haired man screamed as the baton in his hand clattered to the ground.

Chen Feng released his grip, kicking the blond-haired man away. He then turned to the suspicious-looking gamblers around him and said loudly, "Gentlemen, we're all here to have some fun and try our luck. But if someone treats us like pigs to be slaughtered, can we tolerate that?"

"This is intolerable!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes! This machine is usually hard to hit, I also think there's something wrong with it!"

"Check the machines! Check the machines!"

The situation was instantly stirred up.

"Whether this machine is rigged or not, we'll find out by opening it up and taking a look." Chen Feng walked up to the fishing machine and took out a large pipe wrench he had bought from a hardware store.

"Stop! Who dares to touch my machine!"

Just then, a chilling shout came from the hidden door inside.

The crowd parted automatically to make way for a lean, dark-skinned man wearing a sleeveless vest that revealed his well-defined muscles. His fists were wrapped in Muay Thai bandages, and his eyes were fixed on Chen Feng like a venomous snake.

It was Dafei, a fierce general under Zhao Biao.

Behind him followed seven or eight thugs wielding sticks, each looking fierce and menacing.

As Dafei walked, he unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing calluses from years of Muay Thai training. He stared at Chen Feng's left shoulder, which was covered by his clothes, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Chen Feng, I heard you're crippled? Instead of lying at home like a corpse, you've come here to die?"

Chen Feng casually weighed the heavy, large pipe wrench in his hand: "Whether it's useless or not, you'll know once you try it."

"Then I'll break your other hand!"

Before he finished speaking, Dafei shot out like a spring compressed to its limit.

Muay Thai is known for its fierce and domineering nature.

Dafei didn't use any fancy moves; he came out with a vicious "crocodile tail swing," his right leg like an iron whip, whistling through the air, aimed straight for Chen Feng's injured left arm. If this kick landed, it wouldn't just injure an arm; even a healthy person would suffer a broken bone.

Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly; he did not take the hit head-on. To force a confrontation with his still-healing arrow wound would be suicidal.

With a slight shift in his stance, Chen Feng slid half a step to the right like a fish, barely dodging the kick. The iron-whip-like sweeping kick grazed his clothes and slammed into a nearby fishing machine.

"boom!"

The sturdy metal chassis was kicked and dented, sparks flying everywhere.

Missing his first strike, Da Fei intensified his attack. Using the momentum from his turn, he unleashed a series of elbow strikes, each like a blade, aimed at Chen Feng's face.

"Is this all you've got?" Chen Feng sneered, holding the pipe wrench in one hand. Instead of wielding it like a stick, he held it horizontally in front of his chest like a shield.

"Clang! Clang!"

Dafei's elbow strike slammed into the pipe wrench, producing a crisp, metallic clang. Chen Feng used the momentum to retreat, dissipating the force of his opponent's blow.

"All you can do is dodge?" Dafei grinned maliciously, lunging forward and grabbing Chen Feng's neck with both hands. At the same time, he raised his right knee high and slammed it into Chen Feng's abdomen—this is the most lethal "neck-clamping knee strike" in Muay Thai!