Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"What's meant to rain will rain, and a mother will remarry; there's no escaping it!" His voice was deep and husky, with a unique magnetism. "It'll be alright."

Lin Fang looked up, and before she could say anything, Chen Feng grabbed her chin and kissed her. Unlike the previous light pecks, this kiss carried a restrained tenderness and an undeniable possessiveness. His tongue pried open her teeth and intertwined with her lips and tongue.

Lin Fang's body tensed instantly, then softened again, her hands gripping his clothes tightly as she returned his kiss. Just as the two were locked in a passionate kiss, and Chen Feng's hand was about to move further, the attic door was gently pushed open a crack.

Liu Yu stood at the door, holding a bowl of freshly heated ginger soup. The concern on her face instantly froze. She saw the two people embracing tightly on the sofa, saw Chen Feng kissing Lin Fang, and saw Lin Fang's eyes closed, looking at her with dependence. Her heart felt like it had been stabbed by something, a dense, throbbing pain.

She gripped the bowl tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Hiss—" But she accidentally trembled, and the soup on the rim of the bowl splashed out, scalding her fingers.

A soft cry of pain broke the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Chen Feng and Lin Fang separated at the same time and turned to look at the door.

Upon seeing Liu Yu standing there, Lin Fang's cheeks instantly flushed red. She hurriedly stepped out of Chen Feng's arms and straightened her pajamas.

Chen Feng frowned, looking at Liu Yu's reddened eyes and scalded fingers, and asked, "Sister Yu, aren't you asleep yet?"

Liu Yu sniffed, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and forced a smile as she handed over the ginger soup: "I made a bowl of ginger soup, it would be a waste not to drink it." Liu Yu slammed the bowl heavily on the table, turned around angrily, and walked out of the room, her back view carrying an undisguised loneliness.

Lin Fang walked to his side and whispered, "Liu Yu... seems to like you."

"Huh? Is my brother that charming?"

Lin Fang glared at her and said, "Stop being so conceited!"

Chen Feng reached out and pulled her back into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Right now, I only want you."

Chen Feng, unable to resist any longer, leaned down and covered her lips with his. This time, the kiss was unrestrained, filled with a strong possessiveness and a long-suppressed desire, his tongue exploring freely. Lin Fang's body trembled slightly, her hands sliding from his neck to his back, her fingertips tracing his firm muscles, feeling the burning heat on his body.

Chen Feng slowly removed her nightgown, exposing her delicate, fair skin to the air, which glowed with a faint pink hue. His kisses slid down her forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks, landing on her collarbone, gently nibbling and sucking, leaving behind ambiguous red marks. Lin Fang's breathing became more rapid, her body involuntarily arching to meet his movements, soft moans escaping her throat.

His hands were warm and strong, stroking her waist and lower abdomen, each touch sending shivers down her spine. Lin Fang held him tightly, her nails almost digging into his back, feeling his presence.

……

Meanwhile, Zhao Biao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking down at the city below, his eyes filled with malice.

"Fifth brother, is everyone here?"

Standing behind him was a burly man, bald and tattooed, clearly a tough guy. His name was Li Laowu, Zhao Biao's sworn brother, who ran an underground casino and had a gang of thugs under his command.

"Don't worry, Brother Biao, we have over fifty men, all of them can fight." Li Laowu patted his chest. "Three of them are from the provincial capital; they used to fight in underground boxing matches, each one is worth ten."

"Okay." Zhao Biao turned around, the scar on his face looking particularly menacing under the light. "Have you found out anything about Chen Feng?"

"Just got the message." Li Laowu grinned. "He's going to meet someone at the abandoned chemical plant in the southern suburbs tomorrow night. Apparently, it's some kind of business partner."

"An abandoned chemical plant in the southern suburbs..." Zhao Biao narrowed his eyes, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "A good place. Secluded, deserted, perfect for burying people."

"Brother Biao, what are you planning to do?"

Zhao Biao walked to the table, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. The spicy taste of the whiskey slid down his throat, but it couldn't quell the anger in his heart.

"Tomorrow night, I'll teach that arrogant little bastard what happens when he messes with me!" He smashed his wine glass on the ground, shards of glass flying up, mirroring his murderous intent. "I'll make him die a horrible death, and wipe the glittering jewels from the South District!"

The following evening, the sunset was like blood.

The abandoned chemical plant in the southern suburbs, once a symbol of the city's industrial development, is now a desolate ruin. The rusty iron gates are askew, vines climb the walls, and the towering chimneys resemble death fingers pointing straight to the sky.

Chen Feng stood at the factory gate, followed by Chen Fang, Da Zhuang, Monkey, and about twenty strong men selected from the security team.

"Is everything ready?" Chen Feng asked, turning around.

"Don't worry, Brother Feng," Da Zhuang said in a deep voice. "I've already scouted the area during the day. This factory area has three exits. I've arranged for two people to meet us on the east and north sides, and left a car on the south side so we can retreat at any time if things go wrong."

Chen Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over his brothers behind him. These men were all carefully selected by Da Zhuang; some were veterans, others had practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and all of them had a fierce look in their eyes.

"Brothers, tonight we'll see blood." Chen Feng's voice was deep and powerful. "Those who are afraid can leave now; I won't stop you, and I won't look down on you. But those who stay must be prepared to fight to the death. Follow me, Chen Feng, and I can't guarantee anything else, but we'll take Zhao Biao's territory and make a fortune together!"

No one moved.

"Monkey, distribute the money to the brothers, a thousand each. There'll be a bonus if we take down Zhao Biao today!"

The monkeys quickly took out the prepared envelopes, one for each person.

"Thank you, Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng is awesome!"

"Alright." Chen Feng's lips curled into a slight smile. "We're all just carrying one load on one shoulder, so let's go in and fight them."

……

The factory was even more dilapidated than I had imagined. Broken glass and discarded machine parts were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of residual chemicals.

Chen Feng led his men into Workshop No. 1 in the center of the factory area. This used to be the core area of ​​the production line, but now only rows of rusty machines and broken conveyor belts remain.

"I'll wait here." Chen Feng stopped next to a cement pillar, lit a cigarette, and looked calm.

Time passed second by second, and the sky grew darker and darker.

"They're here!" the monkey suddenly hissed.

The roar of car engines could be heard in the distance. Soon, the headlights of seven or eight Jinbei vans pierced the night and drove toward the factory area.

"Boom—"

The convoy stopped at the factory gate, and the car doors opened one after another, with a large number of people filing out.

One, two, three... Chen Feng counted silently, eventually reaching more than fifty people.

"Damn it, so many!" Chen Fang cursed, but there was no fear in his tone; instead, there was a hint of excitement.

The crowd parted, and Zhao Biao stepped out. He was wearing a black leather jacket tonight, and the gold chain around his neck gleamed in the moonlight. The scar on his neck made him look particularly ferocious.