Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"That's right." Liu Yu pursed her lips, but couldn't suppress the upward curve of her mouth. "When have I, Liu Yu, ever disappointed anyone?"

She puffed out her chest triumphantly, making her tight T-shirt appear even fuller and more shapely. Chen Feng's gaze involuntarily swept over her, then quickly looked away.

"Alright, you guys get back to work!" Liu Yu waved to the employees, then pulled Chen Feng towards the back office. "Come in and sit for a bit."

The office wasn't large, but Liu Yu had kept it impeccably organized. She filled a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to Chen Feng, then leaned against the desk, arms crossed, watching him.

"Speak, you came all this way, is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, just came to see you." Chen Feng took a sip of water and looked around. "This place is nice, much quieter than the Golden Splendor area."

"Of course." Liu Yu rolled her eyes. "It's just that my team is too stupid; they don't know anything, and I have to teach them one by one."

As she spoke, she picked up a notebook from the table and handed it to Chen Feng: "Here, these are my accounts. Today, the two video rental shops combined brought in over seven hundred yuan. After deducting rental costs and utilities, the net profit is probably around four or five hundred."

Chen Feng took the notebook and flipped through it. The handwriting was neat, the numbers were clear, and the categories were well-organized. He nodded approvingly and said, "Sister Yu, you've done this accounting better than a monkey."

"That's right!" Liu Yu said smugly. "I used to run a small business back in my hometown, this kind of accounting is no problem for me."

Chen Feng put down his notebook, then suddenly remembered something. A mischievous smile crept across his face as he lowered his voice and asked, "By the way, Sister Yu, does this video arcade have any of those kinds of movies?"

"That kind of movie? What movie?" Liu Yu looked at him with a blank expression.

"It's..." Chen Feng winked and grinned mischievously, "It's one of those shows with two or three actors, not many lines, mostly action scenes, the kind for adults."

Liu Yu froze for a second, then reacted, her face flushing red. She slapped Chen Feng on the shoulder: "Chen Feng! You big scoundrel! What are you thinking about?!"

"I was just asking casually..." Chen Feng spread his hands, feigning innocence.

"What are you asking! There's nothing!" Liu Yu stomped her feet angrily, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes as she suddenly retorted, "What? You want to see?"

Chen Feng looked at Liu Yu with a sly grin and said, "I...I want to watch it with you."

"You can't see it even if you want to!" Liu Yu snorted smugly. "Even if I did, I wouldn't let you see it! I'd leave you here anxiously waiting!"

Chen Feng chuckled: "Sister Yu, you wouldn't be secretly studying on your own tonight, would you?"

"Get lost! Who wants to learn that!" Liu Yu was so ashamed and angry that she reached out to twist Chen Feng's ear.

"Serves you right! Who told you to spend the night at Sister Hong's last night?" Liu Yu rolled her eyes, but the jealousy in her voice was impossible to hide. "You came back reeking of perfume, and you still had the nerve to ask me for those kinds of movies? Why didn't you just go and ask her to act them out for you?"

After saying that, she angrily shoved Chen Feng: "Get out of here! I hate seeing you! Don't stop me from making money!" Although she was cursing Chen Feng, she was actually extremely happy inside.

Chen Feng was speechless, so he could only awkwardly touch his nose and slink away.

......

As we left the video arcade, it was already getting dark.

Chen Feng lit a cigarette and slowly walked back along Shengli Road. Da Zhuang followed behind him, neither of them speaking, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

So much has happened these past few days—the bloody battle in the southern suburbs, Ninth Master's teahouse, taking over territory, arranging things for his brothers… Each one has kept Chen Feng on edge. Now that he finally has time to catch his breath, he feels a little unreal.

Just then, a thin figure darted out from a side alley and stood directly in front of Chen Feng.

"Who?" Da Zhuang instinctively stepped in front of Chen Feng, his right hand already reaching for his waist.

"No...don't hit me! I'm not here to cause trouble!" The man hurriedly raised his hands, his voice trembling. "Brother Feng, I'm here to seek refuge with you!"

Chen Feng squinted and, by the light of the streetlamp, made out the appearance of the person who had come over—a young man in his early twenties, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, a thin build, and wearing a dirty jacket that looked like he hadn't showered for days.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Ma San. I used to... I used to hang out with Brother Biao." Ma San's eyes flickered as he said this, revealing a hint of guilt.

"Zhao Biao's men?" Da Zhuang's voice turned cold. "You little brat, how dare you come here?"

"I really didn't come here to cause trouble!" Ma San waved his hands frantically. "Brother Biao is crippled, and nobody cares about us lowly thugs. Brother Feng, you're the boss of Shengli Road now, I want to follow you!"

Chen Feng didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly.

Quite a few people have come to seek refuge these past few days, but most of them are former employees of the place or some insignificant thugs. Ma San is the first to openly admit that he is Zhao Biao's subordinate.

"How long have you been following Zhao Biao?" Chen Feng asked casually.

"Three...three years."

"Three years?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a playful smile. "Were you also involved in that battle in the southern suburbs?"

Ma San's face turned deathly pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground: "Brother Feng, I was just keeping watch on the outside, I didn't do anything! I swear! If I touched a single hair on any of your brothers' heads, may I be struck by lightning!"

"Being a lookout is also being an accomplice." Da Zhuang sneered. "Brother Feng, this kind of opportunist is just a nuisance; keeping him around is no better than..."

"Wait." Chen Feng raised his hand to stop Da Zhuang, his gaze falling on Ma San. "You say you want to work with me, but that's all empty talk. What makes you think I'll believe you?"

Ma San's eyes lit up, as if he had been waiting for these words. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before taking a few steps closer and lowering his voice, "Brother Feng, I have some information that's absolutely valuable!"

"What news?"

"It's about Brother Biao." Ma San licked his chapped lips, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "Brother Feng, you think those six establishments are all of Brother Biao's assets? Wrong! That's just what's on the surface. His real money-making schemes are elsewhere!"

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He did find it rather strange. How could Zhao Biao, with his extravagant spending habits, possibly support himself with just a few arcades and video arcades? Even if business was booming, the monthly revenue would only be a few hundred thousand, which wasn't nearly enough to sustain his extravagant lifestyle.

"Go on."

"Actually, all those places on Shengli Road that are in the public eye are just for show, and also to... to give back to Master Jiu," Ma Gan'er said mysteriously. "Zhao Biao's real money isn't here."

"Where?"

"In underground casinos." Ma Gan'er's eyes gleamed with greed. "Zhao Biao secretly ran three underground casinos behind Ninth Master's back. They're all high-stakes places; the turnover in one night is more than all six of these casinos combined for a month!"

Chen Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Underground casinos—these were incredibly profitable, but also a real hot potato.

"Ninth Master doesn't know about this?"

"I don't know! Absolutely not!" Ma Gan'er said firmly. "Zhao Biao is a very cunning man; the accounts for these three casinos are completely independent. And..."

At this point, Ma San revealed a lewd yet somewhat fearful expression: "Moreover, the one who manages these three casinos is a woman."