Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes: "Making an example of someone?"

"Make an example of him," Jiang Hong nodded. "But remember, stop short of killing him. Disable him, but don't kill him. Things are tense right now; if someone dies, none of us will escape unscathed."

"Understood." Chen Feng stood up, put the document away, and asked, "Anything else?"

Jiang Hong walked up to him and reached out to straighten his collar. The gesture was intimate, but her eyes were cold and scrutinizing.

"Chen Feng, I'll say it again. You're a good knife, I'll use you, and I'll sharpen you. But if the knife becomes dull, or disobedient..."

Her fingers traced Chen Feng's neck, her voice soft yet icy: "I'll switch."

Chen Feng felt the slight coolness from her fingertips, and a smile appeared on his lips, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Don't worry, Sister Hong." He took her hand and gently pushed it away. "This knife of mine will only become sharper with use."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Chen Feng." Jiang Hong called out to him from behind.

"Um?"

"You can freely use the people and vehicles in the venue. Just let me know if you need anything." Jiang Hong's voice suddenly softened.

"Thank you, Sister Hong."

As he stepped out of the Emerald Bay villa area, the cool night breeze dispelled the lingering sandalwood scent on Chen Feng, but it couldn't extinguish the wildfire in his eyes.

He took out his phone and dialed the monkey's number.

"Where are you? Bring Er Gou and Da Zhuang. Meet me at our usual food stall in half an hour."

At this moment, a VIP room in a mid-range bathhouse in the southern district was filled with the vibrant colors of spring.

Steam rose, and the air was filled with the aroma of essential oils and shower gel. Three massage beds were lined up in a row, and Monkey, Da Zhuang, and Chen Fang were lying on them, enjoying the services of several technicians.

"Ah...that feels so good! That's fucking good!"

Chen Fang's voice was the loudest, making the ceiling vibrate. On his broad, bear-like back, a petite technician was riding on top of him, stomping on his back, sweating profusely, but she couldn't budge those thick muscles no matter what she did.

"Hey girl, haven't you eaten? Give it your all! Yes, yes, right here!" Chen Fang buried his face in the pillow, looking completely blissful. "In our village, you only get this feeling from rubbing tree bark. City people's hands are just different, so smooth, like soft tofu!"

The technician chuckled, adding more pressure to his hands: "Brother, your muscles are so hard, like rocks. My hands are getting sore."

"That's right! I've practiced this all along!" Chen Fang smugly hummed, not forgetting to turn to the monkey beside him and shout, "Brother Monkey, call me more often for these kinds of good things! This is much more exciting than watching the old lady wash clothes at the village entrance!"

The monkey, who was comfortably smoking and enjoying a head massage, laughed upon hearing this, "Is this already exciting? When you have money in the future, even better days are yet to come."

Da Zhuang, who was at the very edge, looked a little awkward. He was lying straight, his muscles tense, and his face flushed red. The masseuse giving him a massage was a voluptuous woman in a low-cut top. Her gentle fingers traced his back, and the occasional touch made him breathe heavily, yet he dared not move, like a wronged young man.

"Hey Zhuang, relax a bit, don't act like a virgin," Monkey teased.

Just then, the monkey's phone rang.

He picked it up and took a look, his expression immediately turned serious, and that lazy air vanished instantly.

"Brother Feng's phone number."

The monkey waved its paw, signaling the technicians to stop: "Get out, everyone, and pay the bill."

Chen Fang got up, still feeling unsatisfied, and shook his fat body: "That's it? I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"Brother Feng is calling, it's important." Monkey said while getting dressed, "Hurry up, let's go to the food stall, Brother Feng said there's a big meal."

……

Half an hour later, at a roadside food stall.

Although it was late at night, the place was still bustling with people, the sounds of drinking games and cooking mingling together, full of the lively atmosphere of a bustling marketplace.

Chen Feng sat at a greasy folding table in the corner, with several bottles of beer and a large plate of grilled skewers in front of him.

"Fengzi!"

Chen Fang shouted from afar, then charged over like a tank, plopped down on the plastic chair, making it creak, and exclaimed, "That bath was so refreshing! I'll take you for a scrub next time!"

Dazhuang and Monkey also sat down, and seeing Chen Feng's serious expression, they both suppressed their smiles.

Chen Feng didn't say anything, but simply took out the brown paper bag from his pocket and threw it onto the center of the table with a "thud".

The dull thud instantly silenced the previously noisy table.

"Open it and take a look," Chen Feng said casually, lighting a cigarette.

The monkey swallowed hard, reached out to untangle the rope, and looked inside. Its eyes widened in surprise.

All of them are brand new 100-yuan bills!

"This is from Sister Hong, fifty thousand." Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze sweeping over his three brothers. "Well done with the Dream City incident tonight. This is everyone's hard-earned money."

As he spoke, he reached into the bag and counted out three stacks, each containing ten thousand, and slapped them down in front of the three men.

"Ten thousand each, here you go."

Chen Fang's hands trembled slightly as he looked at the thick wad of cash in front of him. He never saw this much cash in the village all year round. Compared to this, the little enjoyment he had just experienced at the bathhouse was nothing.

"Feng... Fengzi, isn't this too much?" Chen Fang stammered. "I only smashed a few broken machines, and I haven't even done anything yet..."

"Take this!" Chen Feng's tone became more serious. "This is your life-risking money. Er Gou, you'll need this to buy new clothes, eat meat, and send money back to the village to build a house. Da Zhuang, you have a sick mother at home, use this money to buy medicine. Monkey, you have a lot of social engagements, keep this money to maintain good relationships."

Da Zhuang looked at the money, his eyes reddening. He silently tucked it into his pocket and nodded heavily, "Brother Feng, thank you. From now on, my life is yours."

The monkey didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it with a grin: "Following Brother Feng means you'll get to eat meat, that's definitely true."

Chen Feng kept 20,000 yuan for himself and carefully put away the rest of the brown paper bag.

"Now that the money has been distributed, let's get down to business."

Chen Feng leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and his eyes sharpened like knives: "Money is easy to take, but work is hard. Sister Hong has handed over Shengli Road to us; we're going to take over Zhao Biao's territory."

"Really?!" The monkey's eyes lit up. "That's fatty meat!"

"It's a tough nut to crack, but also a fat piece of meat," Chen Feng said coldly. "So, the four of us alone won't do. We need people, people who are truly capable, daring, and obedient."

He looked at Dazhuang: "Dazhuang, you've been in the security team for a long time. Many of those security guards are veterans or trained at sports schools. They may seem to be just going through the motions, but they have the skills. Go pick one, the kind whose family is short of money, has a strong personality, and is loyal."

"I need you to put together a team of twenty men within three days." Chen Feng held up two fingers. "This ten thousand yuan is just a small gift. Tell them that if they follow me, Chen Feng, their salary will double, they'll get medical treatment for injuries, and I'll take responsibility for any trouble. But I only want elites, not cowards."

"Understood!" Da Zhuang said in a deep voice. "There are indeed a few good prospects in the security team. They've long disliked Zhao Biao and his gang. As long as the money is right, they'll definitely be willing to work for us."

"Ergou." Chen Feng looked at Chen Fang.

"Here!" Chen Fang was grinning foolishly while holding the ten thousand yuan, but immediately sat up straight upon hearing the name.

"Don't wander off these next couple of days. Go with Dazhuang to identify people. If there are any troublemakers who don't listen to you," Chen Feng smirked, "you're in charge of teaching them what rules are. Use your fists to make them obey."

"I'm an expert at this!" Chen Fang clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. "Anyone who doesn't submit will be beaten into submission!"

Chen Feng raised his glass, looking at the three brothers who had risked their lives for him.

"Brothers, Dream City is just the beginning. From today onward, we will carve out our own territory in Donghai City. I will make sure that in the future, no one will be unaware of our names when Nancheng is mentioned!"

"Dry!"

Four cheap glasses clinked together, splashing liquid that reflected four young and ambitious faces.