Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"woman?"

"Yes," Ma San said, seeing that Chen Feng was interested, and his courage grew.

"Everyone calls her 'Sister Zhen,' her full name is Ah Zhen," Ma San said in a low voice. "This woman is Zhao Biao's mistress. But this woman is no simpleton. That brainless bastard Zhao Biao was able to build such a big business entirely thanks to Ah Zhen's planning behind the scenes. I heard she used to be the top courtesan in a big brothel in the provincial capital, and she's incredibly shrewd."

If Ma San's words are true, then this isn't just a piece of easy money, but a gold mine. More importantly, this is Zhao Biao's "private property" acquired behind Ninth Master's back. In other words, if he can secretly acquire this deal, then he won't have to share the profits with Ninth Master!

This is precisely the "original capital" that he currently lacks most.

"Where are those three casinos?" Chen Feng asked.

"These three casinos are all located in the old town area, very well hidden, and most people wouldn't even know about them. I only discovered them by chance when I went there once with Brother Biao."

"The gambling in there is huge! The minimum bet starts at a hundred yuan, and sometimes the turnover can exceed hundreds of thousands in a single night! Brother Biao makes at least tens of thousands of yuan a month just from his commission there!"

Chen Feng and Da Zhuang exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

A monthly income of over 100,000 yuan is more than all six venues combined! No wonder Zhao Biao has been able to run rampant in Nancheng for so many years; it turns out he has such a large hidden source of wealth.

"Who is this Ah Zhen?" Chen Feng asked.

"This woman is no simpleton." Ma San's expression turned serious. "I heard she used to be from the provincial capital, and she was involved in the underworld before coming to Donghai. After she got together with Brother Biao, she was the one who suggested opening the casino, and she's handling all the operations and management."

He paused, then added, "And this woman is incredibly ruthless. I heard that several people who tried to cheat at the casino were dealt with terribly by her. I don't know the specifics, but since then, no one has dared to try anything funny at her establishments."

Chen Feng fell silent.

He thought that taking down Zhao Biao was the end of it, but he didn't expect there to be such a big fish lurking behind. This Ah Zhen sounds much more difficult to deal with than Zhao Biao.

Do you know the exact location of the casino?

"I know one," Ma San nodded quickly. "I'm not so sure about the other two, but Ah Zhen often shows up at those places, so we should be able to find out more from there."

"What else?"

"And..." Ma San hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, before finally gritting his teeth and saying, "After Brother Biao was crippled, Ah Zhen hasn't shown her face. But I heard that she's been secretly contacting some of Brother Biao's former subordinates, it seems she wants to..."

What are you thinking about?

"I want to seek revenge on you, Brother Feng."

Upon hearing this, Dazhuang's face immediately turned gloomy.

Chen Feng remained unmoved, simply asking, "How many people does she have under her command?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but there are always seven or eight thugs guarding the casino, they're all desperate criminals. Adding her people outside, there are at least twenty or thirty of them."

Twenty or thirty people isn't a large number, but if they're all desperate criminals, they'll be difficult to deal with. Moreover, the other side is in the shadows while we're in the open; one wrong move and we could be caught off guard and lose everything.

Have you told anyone else about this?

"No!" Ma San swore, "Brother Feng, I just wanted to use this as a pledge of loyalty so I could follow you. I haven't revealed a single word to anyone else!"

Chen Feng stared at him for a full ten seconds, making Ma San feel uneasy, before slowly saying, "Alright, I'll take this information."

Ma San was overjoyed: "Then, Brother Feng, can I...?"

"You can follow me," Chen Feng interrupted him, his tone turning stern, "but let me make this clear first. I won't hold you accountable for what you did with Zhao Biao before. But from now on, if you dare to have any disloyalty or do anything underhanded behind my back, I'll make you suffer even more than Zhao Biao."

"No, no, absolutely not!" Ma San nodded vigorously. "Brother Feng, don't worry, my life is yours alone, from now on I entrust it to you!"

"Dazhuang, take him to find the monkeys first, and give them some work to do," Chen Feng instructed. "Remember, have someone keep an eye on them."

"Understood." Da Zhuang led Ma San back, giving him a fierce glare as he left. "Kid, behave yourself, don't try anything funny!"

Chen Feng stood alone under the streetlight, his brows furrowed.

Ah Zhen, underground casinos, and twenty or thirty desperate criminals—this woman is no ordinary person!

......

Three nights later, the night was resplendent with gold and silver. It was still a scene of extravagance and debauchery.

Chen Feng surveyed the venue. Now the security manager, and having just taken over Zhao Biao's territory, every waiter and security guard passing by bowed respectfully and called him "Brother Feng" as he walked down the corridor. This feeling of power was indeed more intoxicating than alcohol.

Just as I reached the VIP area on the third floor, a supervisor rushed over in a hurry.

"Brother Feng, a guest has specifically requested to see you in the 'Emperor's Hall'."

Chen Feng stopped, his brow furrowing slightly. "Who is it? If they're causing trouble, have Dazhuang take some men to deal with them."

"She wasn't causing trouble." The manager lowered his voice, his expression somewhat strange. "It was a woman. She didn't say her name, but said she was your friend. And... she told everyone else not to come in, and she opened all the most expensive drinks and put them right on the table."

"Friend?" The name Ma San mentioned last night flashed through Chen Feng's mind instantly—Ah Zhen.

"Did she come alone?"

"She came alone; she didn't bring anyone else."

"Interesting." Chen Feng's lips curled into a playful smile as he stubbed out his cigarette. "Tell the brothers that no one is allowed to approach the Emperor's Hall without my permission."

"Yes."

Pushing open the heavy, carved wooden door of the Imperial Hall, the light inside the private room was somewhat dim.

There was no deafening music as I had imagined; instead, it was eerily quiet. The air was filled with a scent that blended high-end perfume with mint and tobacco, sweet yet carrying a hint of chilling malice.

Chen Feng entered the private room and closed the door behind him.

By the flickering candlelight on the coffee table, he could make out the woman sitting in the center of the sofa.

She looked to be in her early thirties, wearing a deep purple velvet halter-neck dress. That kind of purple is very selective; if not worn well, it can look tacky, but on her, it exuded a glamorous and noble air. The dress had a high slit, and her legs were casually crossed, revealing a large section of her dazzlingly white thighs. A red-soled high heel dangled from her toe, swinging idly.

Her wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her lips were bright red, and a slender cigarette was held between her fingers. When she saw Chen Feng enter, she did not get up, but merely slightly raised her eyelids. Her peach blossom eyes shimmered with a captivating charm, as if they could steal one's soul.

"You're Chen Feng?" the woman spoke, her voice languid and husky, as if dipped in honey. "Younger than I imagined."