Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

This move was fast and ruthless, and it looked like it was about to hit the target.

At the critical moment, a cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. Instead of trying to break free from the neck restraint, he took a step forward and slammed his body into Da Fei's arms, shortening the distance from which Da Fei could exert force and preventing his knee strike from being fully delivered.

At the same time, Chen Feng dropped one end of the pipe wrench with his right hand, grabbed the handle with his other hand, and used the hard metal head of the wrench to press hard against the tendon on the inside of Da Fei's thigh.

"what!"

Dafei felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and half of his body went numb instantly. The grip on his neck loosened involuntarily.

opportunity!

Chen Feng broke free instantly, but instead of retreating, he lowered his shoulders and elbows, causing his blood and qi to surge, and the violent energy that had been suppressed for several days to erupt instantly.

"Stand close to the mountain!"

Chen Feng used his back as a hammer, his entire body like a collapsing mountain, slamming heavily into Da Fei's wide-open chest. Although his left shoulder injury halved the power of this strike, the integrated force of Bajiquan was still incredibly domineering.

"puff!"

Dafei spat out a mouthful of acidic water, and staggered backward uncontrollably, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

But it's not over yet.

On the other side, Chen Fang had gone on a killing spree.

"Dazhuang! Take this piece of junk apart!"

Seeing Chen Feng gain the upper hand, Chen Fang became even more arrogant. Several thugs rushed over with machetes, but Chen Fang simply picked up a slot machine half his height, his arm muscles bulging like coiled dragons, and roared, "Fuck you!"

He used that machine, which weighed a hundred or two hundred pounds, as a weapon and hurled it horizontally.

"Clang—"

The three thugs who charged ahead were instantly knocked over, crying and screaming. This guy was practically a human tank; it was impossible to get close.

Dazhuang protected Chen Fang on the flank, holding two broken chair legs he had picked up from the ground. He used a fighting style that involved daggers from the military, with simple and efficient movements, each move aimed at joints and soft spots. No thug who got close could stand for more than three seconds.

Just as Dafei regained his footing and hadn't even had time to catch his breath, Chen Feng caught up with him like a ghost.

"You lost." Chen Feng's voice was as cold as ice.

He didn't give Dafei a chance to regroup. Chen Feng swung the pipe wrench in his hand suddenly, this time not to block, but to attack.

Instead of smashing it down on Dafei's head, the pipe wrench precisely hooked onto Dafei's supporting leg ankle and pulled him back sharply!

Dafei's center of gravity was already unstable, and this pull instantly lifted him into the air.

Just as Dafei lost his balance, Chen Feng released the pipe wrench with his right hand, changed his palm into a fist, and delivered a powerful slam to Dafei's unsuspecting chin.

"Click!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

Before Dafei could even scream, he fell straight backward, his head hitting the floor tiles hard. He immediately lost consciousness, his body still twitching unconsciously.

The entire Dream City fell silent instantly.

The thugs who were still fighting with Chen Fang and Da Zhuang were terrified when they saw their best fighter, Fei Ge, lying on the ground like a dead dog. Their weapons clattered and fell to the ground, and they dared not go forward again.

Chen Feng was breathing heavily, and the tearing sensation in his left shoulder made cold sweat bead on his forehead, but he stood straight, like a javelin.

He slowly bent down, picked up the pipe wrench from the ground, and looked around. No one dared to meet his gaze.

"Ergou, smash it."

Chen Feng only said three words.

Chen Fang, who had been holding back for a long time, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, looking both ferocious and excited.

"Alright! Everyone, take a good look!" Chen Fang pulled a black controller from the broken chassis, held it high, and exclaimed, "These bastards cheated! This is the remote control!"

"This lousy shop is heartless and corrupt; today I'll act on behalf of heaven to punish them!"

Chen Fang kicked over the fishing machine next to him, and Da Zhuang silently stepped forward and smashed the glass of the exchange counter with the leg of his chair.

The gamblers' anger was completely ignited.

"Damn! They really cheated!"

"Give me my money back! Smash this place!"

The gamblers, who had already lost everything, lost all reason when they saw the controller. Led by Chen Fang, hundreds of people began to smash the machine and loot the cash in the counter.

"Enough! Let's go!" Chen Feng saw that the time was right; if things continued like this, the police would arrive.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the three quickly slipped out through the back door.

In the back alley, an inconspicuous gray bread truck was already parked there, its engine roaring. Monkey, sitting in the driver's seat, waved excitedly: "Brother Feng! This way! Get in!"

The van doors slammed shut, and it sped into the night like an arrow, leaving behind only the chaotic scene of approaching sirens.

Inside the train carriage, Chen Fang still clutched the stolen controller tightly in his hand, his face covered in sweat, yet he grinned from ear to ear: "That was fucking satisfying! Fengzi, you didn't see the look on Dafei's face when he knelt down, it was like he'd eaten shit!"

"Brother Fang is awesome!" Monkey glanced at Chen Fang in the rearview mirror, gave him a thumbs up, "That machine must weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, and you just picked it up like that? You're a damn strongman!"

"That's right!" Chen Fang patted his chest proudly. "I can carry sacks weighing at least 200 pounds each in the village!"

Da Zhuang chuckled憨厚ly, "Brother Feng, Zhao Biao's reputation is completely ruined now. Tomorrow, the whole of Nancheng will know that Dream City cheated people out of money. Who will dare to go there after that?"

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag to calm the surging blood in his body. His left shoulder ached slightly; the earlier blow had aggravated the wound, but he felt unusually relaxed at the moment.

He took out his phone and dialed Jiang Hong's number.

"Sister Hong."

A languid voice came from the other end of the phone, as if she were enjoying the tranquility of the night: "Is it over?"

"Hmm." Chen Feng looked at the street scenes rushing past the window. "Dream City is gone. Da Fei's knee is ruined, and his gang of henchmen are all bedridden. The gamblers saw the controllers with their own eyes; this can't be kept secret anymore. Tomorrow, the whole of South City will know that Zhao Biao ran a shady business."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft chuckle, the voice carrying a hint of appreciation: "Well done, even cleaner and more efficient than I expected."

"It's all thanks to Sister Hong's excellent command," Chen Feng said calmly.

"Stop flattering me." Jiang Hong's voice became languid. "Come back, I'm at Emerald Bay in the east of the city. Tonight... I'd like to have a drink to celebrate."

Chen Feng hung up the phone, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Don't go back to the venue tonight, and don't go back to your place either." Chen Feng tossed a wad of cash to Monkey, some money he'd just snatched from the chaos at "Dream City." "Take Er Gou and Da Zhuang to get a good bath and a massage to get rid of the sweat and bad luck. This is clean money, spend it without worry."

"Brother Feng, where are you going?" he asked, his eyes wide. He had a great time in the fight tonight and was full of energy.

"I have important business to attend to." Chen Feng didn't explain much, but simply patted Da Zhuang on the shoulder. "Keep an eye on Er Gou, don't let him get drunk and cause trouble. After tonight, our lives as brothers will change."

Watching the three men enter the bathhouse, Chen Feng leaned back in his car seat and let out a long sigh. The wound on his left shoulder was burning hot after the intense exercise; it was a tearing pain, but this pain also made his mind clearer than ever before.

After settling his brothers in, Chen Feng walked alone into the night, hailed a taxi, and gave them an address—Emerald Bay Villa District in the east of the city.