Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, but the atmosphere on Shengli Road in the south of the city was somewhat subtle.

The shops on both sides of the street remained open for business as usual, but the owners of the arcades and billiard halls were all restless.

The news of what happened at Dream City last night has spread throughout the entire South City. Zhao Biao's place was smashed, his most capable fighter, Da Fei, was crippled, and the cheating machines were completely destroyed by the angry gamblers.

"Old Li, about this matter... should we still pay Brother Biao in the future?" Old Zhang, the owner of an arcade on Shengli Road, asked Old Li, the owner of the billiards room next door, with a nervous expression.

Old Li, puffing on his cigarette, frowned deeply. "Who should we hand it over to? Brother Biao can't even protect his own territory. If we don't? What if he recovers and comes back to his old ways? We'll be the first ones he deals with."

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the street corner.

A silver van slowly drove in and stopped at the entrance of the arcade.

The car door opened, and four people got out.

Leading the group was a young man, wearing a black leather jacket, tall and sturdy, with eyes as sharp as knives. His left shoulder was slightly stiff, but he walked with a powerful stride.

It was Chen Feng.

Following behind him were Chen Fang, Da Zhuang, and Monkey.

Old Zhang and Old Li exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. The newcomer was up to no good!

Chen Feng walked to the entrance of the arcade, glanced at the dilapidated signboard, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Is the boss in? Come in and have a seat."

"You...you are...?" asked Old Zhang, the owner of the arcade.

"Don't be afraid, we're just talking business." Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder. "No money involved, just chatting."

Chen Feng found a chair and sat down.

"Boss Zhang, I heard you used to pay protection money to Zhao Biao? How much a month?"

Old Zhang thought they were there to cause trouble, so he quickly said, "One thousand... I've always paid on time..."

"Don't be nervous." Chen Feng waved his hand. "I'm here to tell you that from today onwards, Zhao Biao can't protect you anymore."

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"You've heard about what happened at Dream City, haven't you?" Chen Feng said calmly. "Zhao Biao is barely able to protect himself; how could he have time to care about you?"

Old Zhang finally understood.

"You...are here to take over our territory?"

"Rob? That's Zhao Biao's style," Chen Feng sneered. "I'm here to discuss cooperation. Jinbihuihuang, owned by Boss Jiang Hong, this street will be under her control from now on. Whatever you paid before, you'll pay again, not a penny more."

Old Zhang was stunned. The protection fee wasn't going up?

"Are you telling the truth?"

"I always keep my word." Chen Feng took out a cigarette and offered one to Old Zhang.

"If anyone bullies you in the future, call me. My people will be here within ten minutes."

"Of course, if you think Zhao Biao can make a comeback, I won't force you." Chen Feng walked to the door, glanced back at Old Zhang, "But I advise you to think carefully. You've seen what happened to Dream City."

After saying that, he led his men away.

The following morning, Chen Feng visited all the shops on Shengli Road.

At each establishment, the same message was given: "Zhao Biao is finished. Jinbihuihuang will protect you. Protection fees won't increase. If you need anything, find Chen Feng."

Some business owners had doubts, some were overjoyed, but most were just waiting and seeing.

They were all waiting to see if this young man named Chen Feng had the ability to challenge Zhao Biao.

Around noon, the four of them ate noodles at a noodle shop at the street corner.

"Brother Feng, we visited six stores today, but none of them have given an answer," Monkey reported.

"No problem." Chen Feng picked up a noodle. "They're waiting for a signal."

"What signal?"

"Wait until I've crippled Ma Gan." A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes. "Sister Hong is right. To gain a foothold, we must make an example of someone."

Chen Feng put down his chopsticks. "Ma Gan comes to Shengli Road to collect protection money on the 20th of every month. Today happens to be the 20th."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Chen Feng's lips.

"I'll show him what happens when he shoots an arrow at me."

2 PM, Shengli Road.

Old Zhang stood at the entrance of his arcade, looking back and forth from time to time.

He was waiting for someone.

A man who terrified all the business owners on Shengli Road – Ma Gan.

"They're here!" Old Li from the billiards room next door said in a trembling voice, shrinking back inside.

At the street corner, a black Santana followed by a van slowly drove up and stopped aggressively in the middle of the street, blocking half of the road.

The car door opened, and more than a dozen people got off.

The leader was a tall, thin man in his thirties with high cheekbones, a few pockmarks on his face, and deep-set eyes. He always looked at people with a sidelong glance, like a venomous snake sizing up its prey. He wore a flashy bowling shirt, a gold chain around his neck, and toyed with a switchblade in his hand. He walked with a swagger, exuding a roguish air.

It was Ma Gan, one of Zhao Biao's most capable henchmen.

The group of henchmen following behind him were all burly and thick-waisted, with bulging waists, clearly not hiding anything of value.

"Boss Zhang!" Ma Gan shouted from afar, his voice sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass, "Did you miss me?"

Old Zhang forced a smile and went to greet him: "Brother Ma... Brother Ma, you've arrived."

"Nonsense, when have I ever been late for the 20th of every month?" The skinny man slung his arm around Old Zhang's shoulder, brandishing the switchblade in front of him. "Have you got the money ready?"

"Ready, ready." Old Zhang trembled as he pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it over.

Ma Gan took the envelope, didn't even count it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket. He looked around, then suddenly frowned: "Old Zhang, I heard someone came looking for you this morning?"

Old Zhang's heart skipped a beat, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Wha...who are you?"

"Don't play dumb with me!" The skinny guy suddenly grabbed Old Zhang's chin, his eyes turning cold. "People from that 'Golden Splendor' place, right? What did they say?"

"No... I didn't say anything... I just came to take a look around..."

"Turn your mother's head!" The skinny guy slapped Old Zhang across the face, sending him staggering backward. "Old Zhang, you've been with Brother Biao for so many years, you're not thinking of switching sides, are you?"

Old Zhang covered his face, tears welling up in his eyes: "Brother Ma, I didn't... I really didn't..."

"It'd better not be!" Ma Gan spat out a mouthful of saliva, and was about to say something when his gaze suddenly sharpened.

In a corner of the arcade, a few more people had appeared out of nowhere.

A young man dressed in black leaned against an arcade machine, toying with a game coin in his hand, a playful smile on his lips. Behind him, a burly man, as strong as a black bear, stood with his arms crossed, while a lean young man listlessly smoked a cigarette.

"Who are you?" Ma Gan squinted, and the switchblade in his hand snapped out.

Chen Feng flicked the game coin into the machine, and the little figure on the screen began to jump. Without looking up, he said lazily, "I'm the one who came to 'take a look' at Boss Zhang this morning."

Ma Gan's pupils contracted slightly. Of course he knew who Chen Feng was. The culprit behind the destruction of Dream City and the crippling of Da Fei was this young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

"So it was you." Ma Gan licked his lips, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Chen Feng, right? I heard you're pretty good at fighting? You crippled Da Fei?"

"Yes, it was me who ruined it!"

Chen Feng finally raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife. "I remember someone shooting at me with a crossbow a few days ago. Was that crossbow shot by your men?"

Ma Gan paused for a moment, then burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha! Well shot! Too bad I didn't kill you! What, are you here for revenge? Just the few of you?"