Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

As they watched Ninth Master's convoy disappear into the distance through the window, the tense atmosphere in the private room finally eased. Jiang Hong turned around, about to say something to Chen Feng, but her gaze inadvertently swept over the inside of his open leather jacket.

The black tubular object wrapped around Chen Feng's waist and abdomen, even though it was mostly hidden by the lining, still made Jiang Hong's pupils shrink abruptly. She quickly stepped forward, reached out and lifted Chen Feng's coat. When she saw that it was several detonators with fuses wrapped around them, she gasped, her voice trembling: "You...you actually brought this?"

Chen Feng closed his coat, patted his waist, and said calmly, "When you come to see Ninth Master, you have to leave yourself a way out. He's wearing shoes, and I'm barefoot. If we're really pushed to the limit, we might as well die together."

"Are you crazy!" Jiang Hong's emotions surged instantly. She slapped his arm hard. "Who is Ninth Master? You think these few detonators can threaten him? If you really force him to kill, not only you, but I will die here too!"

Her voice was urgent and loud, her eyes were slightly red, and her usually composed face was full of lingering fear. The composure she had put on in front of Ninth Master had completely vanished, leaving only genuine worry.

Seeing her unusually flustered state, Chen Feng felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to grab her wrist as she swung it at him: "Sister Hong, I know my limits. I brought this not to really blow him up, but just to let him know that I, Chen Feng, am not a pushover."

Jiang Hong struggled but couldn't break free. Looking into his resolute eyes, her emotions gradually calmed down. She knew Chen Feng was telling the truth. People like Ninth Master despised cowards the most and feared ruthless people who didn't value their lives. Chen Feng's move, seemingly reckless, actually demonstrated a precise understanding of Ninth Master's psychology.

"If you dare to act recklessly again, I won't let you off the hook." Jiang Hong glared at him, but her tone softened. "Take that thing off right now. Don't let it go wrong."

Chen Feng did as instructed, unbuttoning his coat and carefully removing the detonator from his waist. Jiang Hong took the canvas bag and casually tossed it into the corner trash can, as if it were a hot potato. Only after doing all this did she breathe a sigh of relief, sit back down at the tea table, pour herself a cup of tea, and drink it all in one gulp.

"Let's go back to my place." Jiang Hong put down her teacup, her tone returning to calm. "This isn't the place to talk. We need to have a proper discussion about Ninth Master and the follow-up arrangements."

Chen Feng nodded and followed Jiang Hong. As they left the South City Teahouse, the night was deep, and the streets were nearly deserted. Jiang Hong's car was already waiting at the door; after they got in, the driver smoothly drove away.

Half an hour later, the car entered the Emerald Bay villa area and stopped in front of Jiang Hong's villa. Stepping inside, the warm lights dispelled the chill of the night, and the servants had already prepared food and drinks, which were placed on the dining table in the living room.

"You may all leave. There's no need to serve you anymore," Jiang Hong instructed the servants.

After the servants left, only the two of them remained in the living room. Jiang Hong poured Chen Feng a glass of red wine, then filled her own: "You've passed this hurdle today. But remember, this is just the beginning. Ninth Master won't let this go so easily."

Chen Feng picked up his wine glass and lightly clinked it against hers: "I understand. He let me go this time, firstly because of you, and secondly because he thinks I still have some use to him."

"That's right." Jiang Hong took a sip of red wine, her eyes deep. "Ninth Master is getting old now. Although he has many men under his command, most of them are sycophants, and incompetent fools like Zhao Biao make up the majority. He has actually been looking for a capable and ruthless young man to help him consolidate his position and even take over his business."

"You mean, he wants to recruit me?"

"It's possible, but only a possibility." Jiang Hong shook her head. "Ninth Master is inherently suspicious and doesn't easily trust anyone. He will constantly test and probe you, and the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin. What we need to do now is seize this opportunity to quickly strengthen our own power."

She put down her wine glass and began to plan the next steps: "We've taken over Zhao Biao's territory. The next step is to reorganize it. Those business owners who are willing to obey can stay, and those who are not can be replaced. Also, the protection money on Shengli Road must be collected on time, but remember not to be as greedy as Zhao Biao. We need to leave those merchants a way to survive, so that they will truly submit to us."

"Also, Ninth Master will take 50% of the profits, which is unavoidable for us. But we can make up for this loss by expanding into new businesses. I've already had someone inquire about it, and the sand and gravel business in the southern district is booming recently. Many construction sites are in urgent need of sand and gravel, so we can take advantage of this opportunity to get involved."

Chen Feng listened attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time. Jiang Hong's clear thinking and meticulous planning gave him a clearer direction for future development. The two drank and talked freely, discussing everything from territorial consolidation to business expansion, from dealing with Ninth Master's probing to recruiting manpower.

As Jiang Hong drank glass after glass of red wine, her cheeks gradually flushed, her eyes became hazy, and even her voice became slightly drawn out.

Jiang Hong spoke slower and slower, her voice as soft as melting honey. She picked up her wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and as she put the glass down, she leaned against Chen Feng's shoulder.

"I feel a little dizzy..." she murmured softly, her eyes half-closed, her long eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the light. "Xiao Feng, help me upstairs."

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. He knew she actually had a very high alcohol tolerance, so why was she like this tonight...? But looking at her flushed cheeks and slightly parted red lips, he still stood up and swept her up in his arms.

Jiang Hong was lighter than he had imagined, her body incredibly supple. Chen Feng carried her upstairs, clearly feeling her full breasts pressed against his chest, her waist so slender it could be encircled with one hand, her hips full and pert, gently rubbing against his arm with each step. The curves of that mature woman were perfectly outlined beneath the thin silk blouse and pencil skirt, her breasts and buttocks radiating a fatal allure.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Chen Feng gently placed her on the bed. Jiang Hong lay down smoothly, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her chest rising and falling with her breath, her neckline slightly open, revealing a patch of snow-white, delicate skin and a deep cleavage.

Chen Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, and blood rushed to his lower abdomen. He stood by the bed, looking down at her perfect figure, his mind reeling as if two opposing forces were locked in a battle.

"She's doing this on purpose...giving me another chance?" a voice said. "She's Sister Hong, the one who brought me into this industry. How could I take advantage of her?"

"But she's already like this... she's clearly seducing me." Another voice was louder, "Just a touch, a kiss, it won't matter, Sister Hong is a woman and she needs to be satisfied too... Besides, Sister Hong hasn't had a man for so long, she must be very thirsty."