Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the villa area. Chen Feng paid the fare and walked towards the familiar black iron gate. The security camera on the gate flashed, then beeped, and the iron gate opened automatically.

After walking along the cobblestone path for about two minutes, a three-story European-style villa came into view. The villa was dimly lit and had an ambiguous glow, and shadowy figures could be vaguely seen moving inside the French windows.

Chen Feng rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and a young maid in a black uniform, with delicate features, led Chen Feng into the living room with her head bowed.

"Sister Hong is waiting for you in her study upstairs. This way, please."

The living room was luxurious yet tasteful, with several incomprehensible oil paintings hanging on the walls and a grand piano in the corner. A faint scent of sandalwood filled the air. Chen Feng followed the maid upstairs and stopped at the door of the study.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Chen Feng pushed open the door and entered.

The study was large, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on all four walls, filled with all kinds of books. A large mahogany desk stood by the window, and Jiang Hong sat behind it, holding a glass of red wine, looking at the night view outside the window.

Tonight, she wore a loose silk robe, the dark green fabric making her skin appear as white as mutton fat jade. The collar of the robe was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair collarbone, and her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, giving her an aura of languid danger.

"You're here?" Jiang Hong turned around and glanced at Chen Feng.

"Sit." Jiang Hong pointed to the leather sofa opposite the desk, her tone lazy yet carrying an undeniable authority.

Chen Feng walked over and sat down, his posture relaxed, but his eyes never left Jiang Hong. Having just gone through a battle, he still carried a faint smell of blood and gunpowder, which was incongruous with the sandalwood-scented study, yet strangely harmonious.

Jiang Hong took a brown paper bag from the drawer and casually tossed it onto the coffee table.

A muffled "snap" sound.

"Fifty thousand," Jiang Hong said calmly. "This is for you and your men's hard work. You did a great job tonight, even better than I expected."

Chen Feng didn't rush to get the money. Instead, he looked up at Jiang Hong intently and said, "Thank you, Sister Hong. So, what's next? Zhao Biao won't let this go."

"You're quite composed," Jiang Hong said with a slight smile, picking up a glass of red wine from the coffee table and swirling it gently. "Anyone else would have taken the money and run off like a madman. You're different; you're ambitious."

She stood up, walked to the French windows, and turned her back to Chen Feng. Her dark green silk robe outlined her graceful curves; her waist was slender, and her hips were full, making her look especially alluring in the dim light.

"Chen Feng, do you know why I chose you?"

"Because I can fight?"

"There are plenty of capable fighters out there, this is just one of them," Jiang Hong turned around, the red wine swirling in her glass, mirroring the complex emotions in her eyes. "What I value is your intelligence, your ruthlessness. More importantly, you know when to advance and when to retreat."

She slowly walked back and sat down on the single sofa opposite Chen Feng, crossing her legs. As she moved, the hem of her bathrobe slipped slightly open, revealing a section of her fair and jade-like calf.

Chen Feng's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her, but he quickly looked away. He knew that this woman was testing him.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Hong's eyes flashed with admiration. This young security guard was more composed than she had imagined.

"Tell me your thoughts." Jiang Hong put down her wine glass, leaning forward slightly. "Dream City has been smashed. What are your plans now?"

"Strike while the iron is hot." Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Dream City is ruined. Those gamblers and players have nowhere to go, creating a vacuum in the entertainment market of the South City. I'm going to take over."

"Take over?" Jiang Hong raised an eyebrow. "Do you have the territory? Do you have the license? Do you have people who can keep things in check?"

"Zhao Biao's territory, Dream City, has been destroyed, and his prestige in the southern part of the city has been destroyed along with it. The small shops he protected are now filled with fear. As soon as someone steps forward, they will choose a new patron."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Hong: "Regarding the license issue, I believe Sister Hong has a solution. As for the person…"

Chen Feng smiled confidently: "I have brothers."

Jiang Hong was silent for a few seconds, then let out a soft chuckle. She picked up her glass of red wine, took a slow sip, and her gaze became playful.

"Interesting." She stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled a document from a hidden compartment. "Take a look at this."

Chen Feng took the document, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.

This is a detailed business investigation report, titled "Distribution Map of the Entertainment Industry in Nancheng." Arcades, billiard halls, video arcades, dance halls... the location of each establishment, the background of its owner, its monthly turnover, and the status of protection fees paid are all clearly recorded.

"You've been planning this all along?" Chen Feng looked up at Jiang Hong.

"I never fight a battle I'm not prepared for." Jiang Hong walked back to the sofa, looking down at Chen Feng. "Dream City is just the first step. Zhao Biao has been operating in Nancheng for over a decade, his power is deeply entrenched. But he has a fatal weakness—greed."

"greedy?"

"His behavior is appalling," Jiang Hong sneered. "He collects protection money more ruthlessly than anyone else, but when something really happens, he's the first to run away. Once news of what happened at Dream City spreads, what will those small business owners who pay protection money think? They'll feel that their money was wasted, and that Zhao Biao can't protect them at all."

Chen Feng understood Jiang Hong's meaning. She was trying to poach Zhao Biao's man.

"So, you need someone—someone who's capable, daring, and can keep things under control—to take over the power Zhao Biao has lost?" Chen Feng looked directly into Jiang Hong's eyes. "That person is me?"

"Smart." Jiang Hong sat down opposite him, leaning forward, her full curves faintly visible beneath her silk nightgown. "But you have to understand, this isn't for free. You helped me build this empire, and I'll give you a share. It's a 30/70 split, I get 70%, you get 30%."

"I'll do whatever Sister Hong says," Chen Feng said without hesitation.

"make a deal."

Chen Feng stared at the well-maintained, fair and delicate hand, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and grasped it.

Jiang Hong's hands were soft and boneless, and the slightly cool touch sent a shiver through Chen Feng's heart. But he quickly released them, his expression returning to normal.

"Let's talk about the specific plan," Chen Feng said, placing the document on the coffee table. "Dream City's customer base has dried up, but Zhao Biao won't sit idly by. He'll definitely retaliate."

"So we need to hurry." Jiang Hong stood up and pointed to the map, saying, "The most prosperous area in the south of the city is Shengli Road." Jiang Hong picked up a pen and pointed to a location on the map, "There are three arcades, two billiard halls, and one video arcade here. They used to be all under Zhao Biao's protection. After the incident at Dream City, these owners are all watching and waiting."

"Sister Hong, you mean...?"

"Tomorrow, you take some men to visit them." Jiang Hong turned around, her gaze sharp. "Not to collect protection money, but to 'discuss cooperation.' Tell them that Zhao Biao can't protect them anymore, but I, Jiang Hong, can. As long as they're willing to switch sides, they'll pay the same amount they paid before, not a penny more."

"Anything else?"

"Also, you need to set a precedent on the road to victory." Jiang Hong's voice turned cold. "Zhao Biao has a guy called 'Ma Gan' who collects protection money for this area. This guy is ruthless and, relying on Zhao Biao's power, has bullied those small-time bosses quite a bit. You need to let everyone see what happens to Ma Gan."