Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He calmly took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of bluish-gray smoke, and his eyes, peering through the smoke, became somewhat unfathomable.

"Monkey, bring me what you've prepared!"

The monkey trembled, its Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, its eyes filled with terror: "Feng... Brother Feng, are we really going to bring that? That's Ninth Master, what if..."

"Precisely because he's Ninth Master, we must bring him." Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette, which he had just taken two puffs of, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Go get it."

The monkey gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran into the rest room. A moment later, he came out carrying a black canvas bag, his hands trembling slightly.

Chen Feng took the bag, unzipped it, and inside were several detonators wrapped with duct tape, each connected to a makeshift detonating wire. He had Da Zhuang get these from a fellow villager who worked in construction a few days earlier; they were originally intended for blasting rocks, but now there was enough to blow half a building to the sky.

"Ergou, close the door."

Chen Fang immediately locked the office door from the inside.

Chen Feng took off his coat, deftly picked up the detonator, and wrapped it around his waist. The cold tube against his warm skin brought a sense of death.

"Fengzi..." Chen Fang's eyes reddened with anxiety as he watched this scene. "I'll go with you! I'm tough as nails, I can take bullets!"

"Stop blocking my ass." Chen Feng sneered as he adjusted the fuse. "This is a negotiation, not a brawl. Taking you along would be suicide. Going alone would be like attending a banquet."

He concealed the detonator switch in his palm through his cuff, then put his loose black leather jacket back on and zipped it up. From the outside, apart from looking slightly bulky, there was nothing unusual about him.

"Listen carefully." Chen Feng straightened his collar, looked at his two pale-faced brothers, and said in an unusually calm tone, "Ninth Master is wearing shoes, we are barefoot. Those who wear shoes are afraid of death, those who are barefoot have worthless lives. He invited me for tea to see if I am an obedient dog or a wolf that will bite."

"If it's a dog, he'll give it a bone and then put it on a chain; if it's a wolf, he'll either kill it or cooperate with it."

Chen Feng patted the bulge at his waist, a ruthless smile curving his lips: "Bringing this thing along is to tell him I want to be a human. If he won't let me be human, then nobody should be human anymore, we'll all become ghosts."

"Brother Feng, what if... what if you don't come out in two hours..." Monkey's voice choked with emotion.

"If you don't come out in two hours, take the money, Lin Fang, and Liu Yu, and leave Donghai overnight. Never come back."

"Monkey, go to the venue now and inform Sister Hong to act according to the situation!"

After saying that, Chen Feng didn't look at his brothers again, pushed open the door, and strode out.

……

He walked to the door and saw a gleaming Mercedes parked on the side of the street. Two men in black suits stood beside the car, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Mr. Chen?" one of them stepped forward, his attitude respectful yet neither servile nor arrogant. "Ninth Master requests your presence."

"When?"

"Now."

Chen Feng looked at the sky; the setting sun was turning half the sky blood red.

"Brother Feng, I'll go with you!" Chen Fang clenched his fist. "No need," Chen Feng patted his shoulder, "I'll go alone."

"But……"

"If Ninth Master wanted to harm me, he wouldn't have sent someone to invite me for tea." Chen Feng's eyes were calm as still water. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He straightened his clothes and got into the car with the two men in black.

……

Half an hour later, at the South City Teahouse.

This is a quaint three-story building with upturned eaves and carved beams and painted rafters. Two large red lanterns hang at the entrance, and the four gilded characters "Nancheng Teahouse" on the plaque are vigorous and powerful.

In the underworld of Donghai City, this is Ninth Master's private club. Those invited here for tea are either his confidants or people he wants to "talk to".

Chen Feng got out of the car, looked at the teahouse in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Chen, please come in," the man leading the way said respectfully.

He walked through the lobby and went up to the third floor. There was only one private room on the third floor, and four burly men stood at the door, each with a fierce look in their eyes. When they saw Chen Feng, their gazes were filled with scrutiny and hostility.

Chen Feng remained expressionless and pushed open the door to go inside.

The private room was spacious and decorated elegantly yet luxuriously. In the center was a mahogany tea table, on which sat a set of exquisite purple clay teaware, steam rising gently.

Behind the tea table sat a man in his fifties.

He was dressed in a gray Tang suit, his hair neatly combed, his face lean and his cheekbones slightly high. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to read his thoughts. If one did not know his identity, one might mistake him for a refined scholar.

But Chen Feng knew that the person in front of him was the underground emperor of the South District of Donghai City—Ninth Master.

"You've arrived? Sit down." Ninth Master's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an imposing aura.

Chen Feng walked to the tea table and sat down, his expression calm.

Ninth Master personally poured him a cup of tea, his movements elegant and composed.

"Try it, this is Da Hong Pao tea from Wuyi Mountain, brought back from Fujian by someone."

Chen Feng picked up his teacup and took a small sip. The tea was fragrant and had a sweet aftertaste.

"Good tea."

"You have good taste." Ninth Master nodded in satisfaction. "Young man, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-one..." Ninth Master murmured, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes, "When I was your age, I was still carrying sacks at the docks."

He put down his teacup, his gaze sharpening: "The South City's been quite lively lately. Dream City was vandalized, Zhao Biao is crippled, Victory Road has changed hands, and even his six establishments have changed ownership. Were you behind all of this?"

"Yes." Chen Feng did not deny it.

"You've got guts." Ninth Master's tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. "But do you know Zhao Biao is one of my men?"

"Know."

"You knew that, yet you still dared to touch him? Aren't you afraid of me?"

Meeting Ninth Master's gaze, Chen Feng said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Ninth Master, Zhao Biao should be crippled."

"Oh?" Ninth Master raised an eyebrow. "Tell me about it."

"Zhao Biao is a tyrant in the South City, extorting protection money with despicable methods, and running a shady business where he cheats people," Chen Feng's voice was steady and powerful. "In the underworld, what matters is 'loyalty.' His actions have corrupted the rules of the entire South City and disgraced you."

"I'm crippling him not to oppose you, but to clean house for you."

Silence fell over the private room.

Ninth Master stared at Chen Feng for a good ten seconds, his gaze seeming to see right through him.

After a long while, he smiled.

"Interesting. Young man, you have a good way with words."

He picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and his tone became meaningful: "But reason is reason, and face is face. No matter how useless Zhao Biao is, he's still one of my men. His brother even took a knife for me back then."

"You crippled him like that, if I just ignore it, what will my men think of me?"

Chen Feng fell silent. He knew that this was the real focus of today's discussion.

"What does Ninth Master want?"

"That's great!" Ninth Master nodded approvingly. "I love talking to smart people. Alright, I'll get straight to the point then."

He held up three fingers: "Three conditions. First, you pay for Zhao Biao's medical expenses. He's crippled like that; it'll cost at least a few hundred thousand."

"no problem."

"Secondly, I want 50% of the profits from those six venues every month."

Chen Feng frowned, then nodded after a moment: "Okay."

"Third..." Ninth Master's gaze fell on Chen Feng's left shoulder, where the clothes were slightly bulging, obviously wrapped with bandages.

"Biaozi's done for. So, you're going to get stabbed by him."

Chen Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"I won't kill you, but I won't cripple you either." Ninth Master's tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

The atmosphere inside the private room froze instantly.

The four burly men outside seemed to sense something and silently pushed the door open and came in, surrounding Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't move, he just quietly watched Ninth Master.