Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

As the silver van drove away from Shengli Road, the street in the rearview mirror had returned to calm. But Chen Feng knew that beneath this calm, undercurrents were surging.

"Brother Feng, this skinny guy's got guts today, he didn't beg for mercy even after all that." Monkey said, driving with some surprise, "But now, those bosses are definitely convinced. We've got the protection money on Victory Road covered!"

"How much can you make in a month?" Chen asked from the back seat, his arm wound already wrapped with a strip of cloth.

"Six stores, that's at least seven or eight thousand a month," Monkey calculated. "Over a year, it's close to one hundred thousand."

Chen Fang's eyes widened: "So much? That's more than our village's entire harvest in a year!"

"This is just the beginning." Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest. "Once we've established a firm foothold, there'll be even more territory to take."

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

Dazhuang suddenly spoke up: "Brother Feng, Magan is Zhao Biao's right-hand man. If we cripple him today, Zhao Biao will definitely retaliate like a madman."

"Of course he will." Chen Feng opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "He suffered such a great loss, he'll definitely seek revenge. But that's exactly what I want."

"You want it?" Da Zhuang asked, puzzled.

"Small skirmishes won't solve anything," Chen Feng sneered. "Only by thoroughly inflicting pain and terrifying him can we gain a foothold in Nancheng. Zhao Biao will come; when he arrives, that will be our decisive battle."

His gaze was fixed on the fleeting street scene outside the window, a dangerous flame burning in his eyes.

"When the time comes, I'll make sure the entire South District knows my name, Chen Feng!"

……

Meanwhile, in Zhao Biao's office.

"boom!"

A crystal ashtray was smashed against the wall and shattered into countless pieces.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Zhao Biao's face was contorted with rage, his chest heaving violently, and the scar across his nose looked even more menacing with anger.

Kneeling before him was one of Magan's henchmen, covered in wounds and trembling like a leaf.

"Where's the hemp stalk?"

"Ma... Ma's been taken to the hospital... His right hand was stabbed through... Two ribs are broken... The doctor said... His right hand might be permanently useless..." the subordinate said in a trembling voice, "But Ma didn't back down. Even in the hospital, he was still cursing and saying he wanted revenge on Chen Feng..."

Zhao Biao closed his eyes, veins throbbing at his temples. He knew Ma Gan's temperament; he was as hard as a rock. For Chen Feng to have brought him to this state, Chen Feng was definitely not simple.

After a while, he opened his eyes, which were filled with bloodthirsty madness.

"Fine... fine, Chen Feng..." He gritted his teeth, his voice chillingly cold. "Dare to cripple my men and seize my territory? He's got a death wish!"

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Fifth Brother, gather all the brothers, bring your weapons, the more the better. This time, I'm going to make that little bastard and that 'Golden Splendor' disappear from South City!"

As night fell, a sense of impending doom hung in the air of the southern district.

In the opulent security department office, Chen Feng was waiting for news from Monkey.

"Brother Feng, the news is confirmed." Monkey reported solemnly, "Zhao Biao transferred at least fifty people from the next district this afternoon, and they're all assigned to the Heaven on Earth nightclub. I heard there are also a few thugs from the provincial capital who used to work in boxing gyms and have blood on their hands."

"Fifty-odd?" Chen Fang curled his lip dismissively. "That's all? I could take on ten of them by myself!"

"Ergou, don't underestimate them," Dazhuang said in a deep voice. "Zhao Biao has been in Nancheng for so many years; he's no pushover. If he really wants to fight, we don't have the strength."

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"We are indeed outnumbered," he said slowly, "but Zhao Biao has a fatal weakness—he's too hasty."

"Too hasty?" the monkey asked, puzzled.

"Dream City was smashed, Magan was crippled, and the protection money on Victory Road was stolen. These things have happened one after another; he's completely lost his composure." Chen Feng sneered. "An impatient person is most prone to making mistakes."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the brightly lit streets in the distance.

"If he wants revenge, he definitely won't choose a busy downtown area. That would be too noisy, and the police would get involved. He'll definitely find a way to lure us to a secluded place and then catch us all in one fell swoop."

"Then let's not go!" Chen Fang shouted, "Let's make sure he can't find us!"

"No, we're going." Chen Feng turned around, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Not only are we going, but we're also actively creating opportunities for him."

"Brother Feng, are you crazy?" Monkey's eyes widened.

"This is called waiting in comfort for the enemy to tire themselves out." Chen Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. "He wanted to set a trap to capture us, so we'll play along and let him experience what it means to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

He walked to the hand-drawn map of the southern city on the wall, pointed to a location, and said, "This is the abandoned chemical plant in the southern suburbs. It went bankrupt three years ago and is now a ruin. It's a remote place, with no residents around, perfect for a shootout."

You mean…

"I'll spread the word that I'm going there tomorrow night to meet someone important." Chen Feng's eyes were cold. "Zhao Biao will definitely take the bait."

"But Brother Feng, that place is too remote. What if something happens..." Da Zhuang said with worry.

"So I need you to make preparations in advance." Chen Feng patted Dazhuang on the shoulder. "Dazhuang, tomorrow during the day, take a few men to scout the area and get a clear understanding of the terrain. Find out where the exits are, where you can ambush, and where it's suitable for street fighting."

"Ergou, go to the hardware store and buy a batch of steel pipes and chains, and..." Chen Feng lowered his voice, "...and prepare a few cans of gasoline."

Chen Fang's eyes lit up: "Fengzi, you mean...?"

"Just in case," Chen Feng interrupted him. "We don't intentionally take lives, but if they want us dead, we can't just sit and wait to die."

"Monkey, you're in charge of contacting Zhao Gang." Chen Feng looked at Monkey. "Don't say too much, just tell him there might be something happening in the southern suburbs tomorrow night."

"This... will it work?" The monkey hesitated. "Zhao Gang is stubborn. What if he finds out and arrests us right away?"

"He won't," Chen Feng smiled confidently. "Although Zhao Gang is upright, he hates thugs like Zhao Biao who oppress the people even more. As long as we don't kill anyone, he'll turn a blind eye."

After finishing the setup, Chen Feng checked his watch; it was already one in the morning.

"Go back and rest, tomorrow will be a tough battle."

……

When I returned to the attic, Lin Fang was still awake. Under the warm yellow lamplight, she was wearing a loose cotton nightgown, her hair slightly disheveled against her cheeks, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, her eyes staring blankly at the door, full of anxiety.

Hearing the door open, she jumped to her feet, her eyes instantly welling up with tears: "You're back."

"Chen Feng, are you going to fight Zhao Biao to the death? Why are you provoking them?" Her voice was filled with barely suppressed worry. "Liu Yu said Zhao Biao has mobilized a lot of people, ready to kill you..."

Chen Feng's heart softened, and he reached out to gently stroke her long hair, his fingertips caressing the cool nape of her neck. He could feel her body trembling; it was a deep-seated worry.