Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He glanced back at his group of henchmen, then at the thugs rushing towards them from both sides of the street, and his confidence swelled: "Kid, this is Shengli Road, Brother Biao's territory! You can be tough at Jinbihuihuang, but here..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, a game coin interrupted him.

The copper game coin shot out like a bullet, hitting Ma Gan squarely on the forehead, causing his head to tilt to the side, and a string of blood beads seeped from his brow bone.

"Enough with the nonsense." Chen Feng straightened up, cracked his neck, and said, "Let's get started."

Ma Gan covered his forehead, his fingertips brushing against the warm blood. His eyes showed no panic, but rather a fierce glint. He was one of Zhao Biao's most capable fighters, his hands stained with blood, his bones brimming with ruthlessness. Why would he be intimidated by a mere game coin?

"Kill them!"

With a loud shout, Ma Gan was the first to rush forward. Although he was thin, his movements were exceptionally swift. The moment his switchblade was drawn, a cold glint flashed as it aimed straight for Chen Feng's throat. Every move was ruthless, clearly showing that he was a killer.

Seeing this, a group of thugs pounced on them like wolves, their machetes gleaming coldly.

"Ergou!"

"They're here!"

Chen Fang faced the henchman charging at the front, without using a weapon, and punched him in the chest. With a muffled "bang," the henchman was sent flying backward as if hit by a truck, knocking over two rows of plastic chairs.

"Next!" Chen Fang grinned, looking like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

Da Zhuang protected the flanks and engaged in a fierce fight with the other two henchmen. His attacks were precise and ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points. In a short while, one of the henchmen was forced to retreat with a scream, clutching his wrist. However, the other henchman's machete also slashed a bloody gash on his arm.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng was already locked in combat with Ma Gan.

Ma Gan's knife was both fast and deadly, targeting Chen Feng's lower body and vital points. The spring knife in his hand seemed to transform into the forked tongue of a venomous snake, constantly flickering with a deadly glint. Chen Feng retreated swiftly, dodging the blade while simultaneously launching a fierce counterattack with his fists. The two exchanged blows for over ten rounds in an instant, the sounds of metal clashing and fists and feet cutting through the air intertwined, making the onlookers' hearts pound with fear.

"You've got something." A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, followed by a cold laugh, and his attack suddenly intensified. His speed and strength were already far beyond that of ordinary people, and now he held back, his fist slamming into Ma Gan's face with a whooshing sound.

He parried with a slender sword, and with a crisp clang, the spring knife was nearly knocked out of his hand, and a tingling sensation ran through his hand. Knowing that he couldn't win by fighting head-on, he immediately changed his move, slipping on his feet and moving like a ghost to Chen Feng's side, his blade aimed straight at Chen Feng's waist.

"Trying to ambush me?" Chen Feng was prepared. He dodged to the side and simultaneously slammed his elbow back, hitting Ma Gan's ribs squarely.

With a soft "crack," Ma Gan let out a muffled groan, clearly having broken a rib. But he gritted his teeth and didn't back down, instead slashing Chen Feng's shoulder with his knife, leaving a bloody gash.

"court death!"

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold. He seized the opening in Ma Gan's knife swing, his left hand flashed out and gripped Ma Gan's wrist tightly, while his right fist slammed hard into Ma Gan's knee.

"boom!"

The excruciating pain of his shattered kneecap sent a jolt through him, and he collapsed to his knees. But he didn’t loosen his grip on the switchblade. With his other hand, he yanked out a short stick from his waist and smashed it down on Chen Feng’s head.

"Trying to run?" Chen Feng sneered, stepping on his shin to immobilize him, while simultaneously deflecting the short stick and snatching the switchblade from his hand.

"You...you dare touch me? Brother Biao won't let you get away with this!" Ma Gan knelt on the ground, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, not from fear, but from unbearable pain. He stared intently at Chen Feng, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, but without a trace of begging for mercy.

Chen Feng looked down at him, his eyes as cold as frost. Ma Gan's kneecaps were already shattered, and his calves were numb from being stepped on, but he still straightened his back, and even though he was trembling with pain, he didn't utter a sound.

"Chen Feng... don't get too cocky..." Ma Gan gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, "Brother Biao will avenge me! You'll die a horrible death sooner or later!"

"Is that so?" Chen Feng crouched down, brandishing the switchblade in front of him. "Then have Zhao Biao come find me. But before that..."

He leaned close to the slender man's ear, his voice soft yet chilling like a viper's hiss: "I need to collect some interest first."

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!" The skinny man stiffened his neck, showing no fear in his eyes. "You want me to beg for mercy? Dream on!"

"That crossbow bolt from a few days ago hit my left shoulder; it almost killed me." Chen Feng lightly ran the tip of his knife across Ma Gan's shoulder, leaving a white mark. "Tell me, how am I supposed to repay that favor?"

"That's what you deserve!" The skinny guy glared at him angrily. "If you've got the guts, kill me! Stop talking nonsense!"

"I know you didn't fire the crossbow," Chen Feng interrupted him, "but your men brought the crossbow, and you arranged for those knife-wielding thugs. Even if you didn't do it yourself, you're still an accomplice."

He stood up and glanced at the crowd gathered at the door. Old Zhang, Old Li, and the owners of several other shops on Shengli Road were all crowded at the door, watching this scene with fear and shock.

This is exactly the effect Chen Feng wanted.

"Fellow bosses!" he announced loudly, "I, Chen Feng, am making this clear to everyone today. From now on, Victory Road will be under the protection of Jinbihuihuang, and the protection fee will not increase by a single penny. If anyone bullies you, come to me. But if anyone wants to be a fence-sitter, trying to have their cake and eat it too..."

He glanced back at the skinny man kneeling on the ground, a cruel smile curving his lips: "Then just be like him."

"Ergou, come here."

Chen strode over, his eyes brimming with excitement: "Fengzi, what's the plan?"

"His right hand," Chen Feng handed the switchblade to Chen Fang, "is crippled."

Upon hearing this, Ma Gan's pupils contracted sharply, but he still gritted his teeth, uttering not a single word of pleading. He knew that begging was useless, so he simply closed his eyes, a resolute and ruthless expression on his face.

"Don't expect me to be afraid of you!" Ma Gan roared. "Chen Feng, you just wait! Even if I lose an arm, I'll still get my revenge!"

Chen Fang grabbed Ma Gan's right hand and pinned him to the ground. Ma Gan struggled desperately, but Chen Fang's iron-like strength made him unable to move at all. The excruciating pain in his knees and ribs made his vision blur, but he still stubbornly refused to show weakness.

"ah----!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the arcade and echoed throughout Victory Road.

The switchblade pierced Ma Gan's right palm with pinpoint accuracy, and blood flowed down the blade, pooling into a shocking red stain on the floor.

Ma Gan was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but he didn't utter a single cry for mercy. He just gritted his teeth and stared at Chen Feng with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

The onlookers gasped, and several of the more timid ones turned away, too afraid to watch. They hadn't expected Ma Gan to be so stubborn, refusing to back down even with his hand crippled.

Chen Feng walked up to Magan, squatted down, and patted his deathly pale face: "Magan, go back and tell Zhao Biao that I've taken over Shengli Road. If he's not happy, he can come find me anytime."

Ma Gan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, aiming it at Chen Feng's face: "Pah! You little bastard, you just wait!"

Chen Feng stepped aside, his eyes growing colder, but he didn't say anything more. He stood up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the bloodstains on his hands, and walked out the door without looking back.

"They're gone."

Chen Fang and Da Zhuang followed closely behind. Monkey was the last to leave, kicking one of the henchmen lying on the ground before he went: "Remember, if you see Brother Feng in Nancheng in the future, keep your head down."

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