Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"You are, Ah Zhen?" Chen Feng asked casually, sitting down on the sofa opposite the woman.

"It seems you've already investigated me." The woman put down her wine glass, stood up, and stepped barefoot onto the thick carpet, like a nimble cat, silently circling behind Chen Feng.

She placed her soft, boneless hand on Chen Feng's shoulder, leaned down, and brought her red lips close to Chen Feng's ear, her breath as sweet as orchids: "You crippled that good-for-nothing Zhao Biao. I originally thought he was just a burly brute, but I didn't expect... he's such a handsome young man."

Chen Feng's body tensed up. Although the other woman's movements were frivolous, he could feel that her breathing was very rhythmic, clearly indicating that she was not an ordinary prostitute.

"What? You're here to avenge your man?"

"My man?" Ah Zhen chuckled, covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling. "Someone like Zhao Biao doesn't even deserve to call me my man. He's nothing but a dog I keep."

She said this in a casual tone, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. This woman's ruthlessness was deeper than he had anticipated.

"So you came to find me...?"

She walked up to Chen Feng and stood in front of him, looking down at him with a meaningful glint in her eyes.

"I came here to see what kind of person could cripple Zhao Biao."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly leaned down, straddling Chen Feng's thigh and sitting directly on him. Her soft body pressed against his chest, her amazingly full breasts squeezing him through the thin fabric, her warm breath spraying onto his neck.

The slit in her purplish-red dress was very high. When she straddled his lap, one side of the skirt fell naturally, while the other side slid open along her thigh, revealing a section of her fair and slender leg.

Chen Feng felt a surge of secret pleasure: "Damn, that's so sexy, she's not even wearing safety shorts!" He then proceeded to have a "close encounter" through the thin fabric.

Chen Feng instinctively thrust upwards, only to hear soft groans in his ear.

"Um..."

"That little guy's pretty fierce!"

"That's...!"

Before Chen Feng could finish speaking, and before he could properly appreciate the delicate body, he felt a chill on his neck.

A sharp knife appeared in Ah Zhen's hand without her noticing. The cold blade was pressed tightly against his throat. With just a little more force, it could sever his artery.

"Don't move." Ah Zhen's voice remained languid, but her eyes had sharpened. "Boss Chen, I just want to see if you really have the guts to take Zhao Biao's place."

The air in the private room suddenly froze.

Chen Feng could feel the chill of the blade, icy and bone-piercing. If the other party exerted even the slightest force, his life would be over.

But he didn't move, not even blink, and his hand even reached for her shapely buttocks covered by the purple dress.

"Young man, you've got some nerve. Where are you touching?" Ah Zhen's voice was still gentle, but it carried a hint of bloodthirsty ruthlessness. The dazed look in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a coldness like that of a venomous snake.

The chill from the blade penetrated his skin and seeped into his bones; Chen Feng could even feel the blade slicing through his fine hairs.

However, he did not panic as Ah Zhen had expected. Instead, the hand that was stroking Ah Zhen's waist pinched her harder, pressing her even deeper into his arms.

"Sister Zhen, isn't this a bit too much formality?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes as calm as still water.

Ah Zhen was slightly taken aback, and pushed the blade forward a little further, almost slicing through the skin: "Aren't you afraid of dying? If I keep cutting, you, the new master of Victory Road, will be a corpse in a mass grave tomorrow."

"You can't bear to part with me." Chen Feng looked directly into her eyes, his deep pupils seeming to hold a black hole. "Zhao Biao is ruined. His greedy henchmen are eyeing your flesh. If you kill me, not only will you lose the casino, but you yourself will become a plaything for those scoundrels to take turns to play with."

Ah Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted, and her hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

"You know quite a lot, don't you?"

"In this line of work, if you're not well-informed, you're dead already." Chen Feng sneered, and his left hand suddenly moved with lightning speed. Instead of trying to take the knife, he grabbed Ah Zhen's wrist that was holding the knife and twisted it sharply!

"what!"

Ah Zhen gasped in surprise, feeling half of her body go numb. The dagger fell to the ground without making a sound, landing on the thick carpet.

The next second, the tide turned.

Chen Feng suddenly flipped over and pinned Ah Zhen to the large sofa, his hands gripping her wrists tightly and pressing them above her head. This position caused Ah Zhen's already extremely high-slit dress to completely open, revealing the view beneath the purple silk—curves that only a woman at the height of maturity possesses, firm and elastic, like a perfect work of art.

"Sister Zhen, are you done testing her?" Chen Feng looked down at her, their breaths mingling.

Ah Zhen was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, her snow-white skin breathtaking against the purple backdrop. Suddenly, she stopped struggling and burst into laughter, tears welling in her eyes: "Good! Good for you, Chen Feng! You've got guts and tricks up your sleeve. No wonder that old fox Jiang Hong took a liking to you."

She looked at Chen Feng with a complex expression. The coldness had vanished, replaced by an almost fanatical worship and longing: "That idiot Zhao Biao only knows how to use fists and violence. You're different. You have ambition in your eyes, the kind of ambition that wants to trample the entire East China Sea under your feet."

"Shall we talk about the casino?" Chen Feng released her hand, but his body remained pressed against hers, feeling the amazing sensation.

"Let's talk." Ah Zhen stuck out her tongue and licked her red lips, her eyes becoming alluring again. "Those three casinos, ostensibly owned by Zhao Biao, are actually in my hands with the shares and accounts. The three casinos make at least 200,000 yuan in profit a month. I can hand over this piece of fat to you, and even my people can be yours."

Two hundred thousand!

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. This number was even more astonishing than he had expected. You see, with the six venues he currently owned, after deducting Master Jiu's cut, he was lucky to have seventy or eighty thousand left a month.

Ah Zhen's casino earnings were more than three times his.

"What are the conditions?" He wasn't blinded by emotion; his voice remained calm.

"Of the casino's profits, after deducting the share given to those big shots, I'll take 60%, and the remaining 40% is yours." Ah Zhen held up four fingers, her eyes gleaming with shrewdness. "Furthermore, I'll still manage the casino's operations; your job is simply to provide protection."

"Sixty percent is too much," Chen Feng shook his head. "I'll give you forty percent at most."

"No way." Ah Zhen's lips curled into a slight smile. "I've entrusted my life and fortune to you. Three casinos, over twenty people, plus the customer base and channels I've built up over the years—all of this is real money. And you still think it's too much?"

Chen Feng fell silent.

He had to admit that Ah Zhen was right. Underground casinos weren't like arcades or video game parlors; you couldn't just open one with someone and a venue. Customer base, distribution channels, rules, and security—you couldn't afford to be missing any of them. Ah Zhen had been in the business for so many years; she knew all of this by heart. If he insisted on monopolizing the profits, not only would he fail, but he might also lose this lucrative opportunity.

"Fifty percent." He gave his bottom line.

Ah Zhen tilted her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly giggled: "Alright, 50% complete, 50% complete. Boss Chen, you really are a tough nut to crack."

"It's not over yet." Chen Feng reached out and grabbed her waist, preventing her from getting up. "Have you discussed this condition with Ninth Master?"

Ah Zhen's smile froze slightly.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." She sighed. "That's right, I opened these three casinos behind Ninth Master's back. If he finds out..."

"You're dead." Chen Feng finished speaking for her.