Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, gripping Zhao Biao's wrist with his left hand like an iron clamp, and slamming his right elbow into Zhao Biao's ribs.

"boom!"

Zhao Biao groaned, feeling a sharp pain as if his ribs had been broken.

But Chen Feng's attack was not over. He grabbed Zhao Biao's wrist and pulled him down sharply, while simultaneously raising his knee high and slamming it into Zhao Biao's abdomen.

"puff!"

Zhao Biao bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This is to repay you for that arrow you shot at me!" Chen Feng shouted, released his grip, and then spun around, delivering a powerful whip kick to Zhao Biao's head.

"boom!"

Zhao Biao was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Brother Biao!" Li Laowu exclaimed in shock.

"Don't move!" Chen Feng's voice rang out like ice.

He had somehow pulled out the dagger again, the tip pressed against Zhao Biao's throat. A slight release would end his life.

"Anyone who dares to move, I'll send them on their way."

Li Laowu and his gang of thugs froze in place, not daring to make a move.

Chen Feng looked down at Zhao Biao, his eyes as cold as frost.

"Zhao Biao, you lost."

Zhao Biao lay on the ground, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

"You...you wouldn't dare kill me...If you kill me, Ninth Master won't forgive you...you and Jiang Hong will both die!"

Ninth Master! Chen Feng was also shocked to hear this name. He did not expect that Zhao Biao was related to Ninth Master. Ninth Master was the number one figure in the South District and the real underground emperor.

"Kill you?" Chen Feng sneered. "You're not worthy."

He sheathed his dagger, stomped on Zhao Biao's right hand, and ground it down hard.

"ah----!"

The sound of bones shattering, accompanied by Zhao Biao's agonizing screams, echoed through the night sky.

"This hand will show you that I, Chen Feng, am not someone to be trifled with."

Chen Feng stepped on his left hand again.

"This hand is to tell you that the name 'Brother Biao' no longer exists in the South District."

"ah----!"

Another scream rang out.

Chen Feng released his foot and watched Zhao Biao writhe in pain on the ground, his expression indifferent.

"From today onwards, there's no more Brother Biao in Nancheng." He looked around, his voice booming, "Those of you who want to follow me are family from now on. Those who don't, get out now, I won't hold you accountable. But if you ever mess with Jinbihuihuang or Sister Hong again, don't blame me, Chen Feng..."

He bent down, grabbed Zhao Biao by the collar, and made sure everyone could see his deathly pale face.

"This is what happens."

He released his grip, causing Zhao Biao to fall heavily back to the ground.

"Take your men and get out!"

Li Laowu gritted his teeth, ultimately daring not to act recklessly any further. He ordered his men to lift Zhao Biao up, and they slunk away in their car.

Watching the headlights of the departing car disappear into the distance, Chen Feng let out a long breath and swayed slightly.

"Fengzi!" Chen Fang was the first to rush over and help him up. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing..." Chen Feng smiled, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away.

With Chen Fang's help, he managed to stand up straight. The battle had exhausted all his strength and energy, especially the wound on his left shoulder, which now burned like fire. But he couldn't fall, at least not now. He was the backbone of this group; if he fell, the morale they had just built up would collapse instantly.

"Dazhuang, take a headcount. The injured brothers, get in the car first and take them to Ghost Hand Zhang. I'll cover all the medical expenses." Chen Feng's voice was weak, but his thoughts were clear. "Clean up the scene. Don't leave any guys with fingerprints. Don't worry about the bloodstains; this place was already ruins."

"Understood." Dazhuang quickly carried out the order.

Ten minutes later, the convoy slowly drove away from the chemical plant.

However, just as the convoy left the bumpy dirt road and turned onto the main road leading to the city, blinding red and blue flashing lights suddenly illuminated the darkness ahead.

Two police cars were blocking the way in the middle of the road.

"Damn it! Cops!" Monkey, the driver, slammed on the brakes, his face turning deathly pale. "Brother Feng, what do we do? Charge through?"

The guys in the back seat also tensed up, and some even subconsciously reached for the steel pipes in their arms.

"Stay in the car and hide your weapons." Chen Feng pressed down on Monkey's hand as he prepared to shift gears, his eyes chillingly calm. "Nobody is allowed to move. Nobody is allowed to get out of the car unless I tell you to."

After saying that, Chen Feng took a deep breath, opened the car door, and got out.

A cool night breeze blew across his face, which was covered in sweat and blood. Opposite him, a burly man in a police uniform leaned against a police car, smoking.

It was Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang looked at Chen Feng as he approached, his gaze sweeping over Chen Feng's still-dripping sleeve and his slightly pale face. Finally, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his toe.

"That's quite a commotion." Zhao Gang's voice was unreadable. "The southern suburbs are as lively as if it were New Year's Eve tonight."

Chen Feng walked up to Zhao Gang, offered him a cigarette, and said with a steady hand, "Officer Zhao, you're joking. We're just a few coworkers, going to that abandoned factory over there to see if we could collect any scrap metal to supplement our income. We just tripped and fell."

Zhao Gang didn't take the cigarette, but stared intently into Chen Feng's eyes: "Collecting scrap metal and ending up covered in blood? Chen Feng, I know what you've been up to these past few days. The Dream City incident, the Victory Road incident, and tonight's incident. Do you really think the police are blind?"

"I didn't think that way." Chen Feng put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "But I know Officer Zhao is a sensible man. You know better than I how many despicable things Zhao Biao has done in Nancheng. Loan sharking, forcing women into prostitution, even selling contraband. The police station's archives have a whole table full of complaints about him, but he's still alive and well."

Zhao Gang fell silent. He hated Zhao Biao, but he couldn't touch him because Zhao Biao had connections, and because the law required evidence, while thugs were best at destroying evidence.

"After tonight, Zhao Biao won't dare show his face in Nancheng again." Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring and said in a low voice, "I will clean up those shady characters."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow, his eyes sharp.

"I wouldn't dare." Chen Feng looked directly at Zhao Gang. "I just want to say that rather than letting a mad dog like Zhao Biao bite people indiscriminately, it's better to have someone who follows the rules in charge. At least, I, Chen Feng, don't touch drugs, I don't force women into prostitution, I only seek wealth."

The two stared at each other in the night, the air seeming to freeze.

After a long while, Zhao Gang sighed, stepped aside, and made way for them.

"Chen Feng, remember what you said today." Zhao Gang's voice turned serious. "If you become the second Zhao Biao, I will personally handcuff you, no matter who's behind you."

"That day will never come."

"Also," Zhao Gang pointed behind Chen Feng, "take your brothers to get their injuries treated. There was a 'serious group fight' in the southern suburbs tonight, but because 'no one called the police and no victims were found,' the police found nothing unusual after responding. Understand?"

Chen Feng smiled sincerely: "Thanks, Officer Zhao."