Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

She raised her glass and gestured to Chen Feng: "Three casinos, split 50/50, starting tonight. Also, Gangzi's twenty-odd men will be under your command from now on. I'll only handle operations and accounts; everything else is up to you."

Chen Feng then picked up his wine glass and lightly clinked it against his: "Pleasure doing business with you."

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Ah Zhen took a sip of her drink, her eyes sparkling. "But Mr. Chen, there's something I need to remind you of."

"What is it?"

"You must have heard what Gangzi just said," Ah Zhen's expression turned serious. "Zhao Qiang does have some connections with this place. He gets 10% of the profits every month, which is like protection money. By crippling Gangzi today, you've essentially slapped him in the face. This guy... isn't someone to mess with."

Chen Feng's eyes darkened slightly: "You knew this trouble would come?"

"I know," Ah Zhen readily admitted, "but I also know you're not one to back down from trouble. Zhao Qiang will come back to cause you trouble sooner or later, no matter how much you confront Gangzi today. Rather than holding back, it's better to strike first and at least secure your own territory."

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "You're right."

Ah Zhen smiled with satisfaction, stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the casino hall below, now back to normal. Her voice was soft but tinged with ambition: "Boss Chen, this is just the beginning. This territory in Donghai South City can accommodate more than just Ninth Master. You have ambition, I have the means; if we join forces, we might just be able to carve out our own niche."

Chen Feng stood up, walked to her side, and looked down at everything below.

Inside the brightly lit casino, gamblers had returned to their tables, as if the bloody scene from just moments ago had never happened.

"Sister Zhen," Chen Feng began, his tone calm yet laced with a sharp edge, "I have a problem: I don't like being used as a pawn. I won't hold this against you. But next time, I hope you can talk to me beforehand."

Ah Zhen turned her head, met his deep eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally chuckled softly: "Okay, I'll remember."

She extended her hand: "So, shall the collaboration officially begin?"

Chen Feng grasped her hand; it was soft and boneless, yet it concealed a sharp edge.

"The collaboration has officially begun."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Feng felt the soft, boneless hand in his palm suddenly exert force, and a pulling sensation carrying a fragrant breeze came over him.

Ah Zhen didn't let go. Instead, using the strength of her handshake, her legs went weak, and her mature and charming body leaned forward, as if throwing herself into Chen Feng's arms.

"oops……"

A sweet, deep moan exploded in Chen Feng's ears.

Ah Zhen didn't rush to get up. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Chen Feng's neck, like a beautiful snake coiling tightly around him. Her black fitted suit dress, already impeccably tailored, clung to Chen Feng's hard chest, highlighting her breathtaking curves.

Chen Feng could clearly feel that the silk shirt under her suit was so thin it was almost negligible. Her full, soft breasts were pressing unabashedly against his chest with each breath, conveying an astonishing elasticity and heat.

"Boss Chen, the way you hit someone just now... what a real man."

Ah Zhen tiptoed, her burning red lips almost touching Chen Feng's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids. The fragrance, a blend of fine red wine and Chanel No. 5, enveloped Chen Feng like an invisible net.

She has absolute confidence in herself.

Having spent years mingling in the big entertainment districts of the provincial capital, Ah Zhen knew all too well how alluring her body was to men. This body was the best weapon God had ever given her—at thirty, she had shed her immaturity and was like a ripe peach, juicy and plump, ready to burst with juice at the slightest touch.

"Damn! This woman... how come she smells so good and is so moist?" Chen Feng's heart was already beginning to flutter.

I felt a rush of heat to my head, my throat went dry, and it felt like a cat was scratching me frantically inside.

"What should I do... I can't hold back anymore. How can her... it's so soft... and so big!"

That extreme softness and elasticity, rising and falling with Ah Zhen's deliberate breathing, relentlessly pressed against his chest. The scent of red wine and expensive perfume lingered around his nose, the pheromones unique to mature women, like an invisible net, threatening to sever his reason.

His hand even instinctively wanted to slide down her slender waist to explore her even more stunning curves. If he just lowered his head now, he could taste her fiery red lips and completely possess this exquisite beauty in this office tonight.

Ah Zhen seemed to sense Chen Feng's stiffness and rising body temperature. A triumphant smile flashed in her eyes. She tiptoed, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, and breathed softly, "Boss Chen, your heartbeat... is so fast."

These words were like a bucket of ice water, poured over Chen Feng's already raging lust.

"No!"

Chen Feng bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain instantly dispelled most of the dazed look in his eyes.

"This woman is setting me up! She's a viper, a black widow! That idiot Zhao Biao died because of a woman, and I, Chen Feng, will never follow in his footsteps!"

Reason regained its footing, and he frantically warned himself:

"If I sleep with her now, I'll become her lackey, another weapon in her hand! How will I negotiate profit sharing with her then? How will I control these three casinos? She'll think I'm no different from those idiots who only think with their lower bodies. Forget about a 50/50 split, she'll probably scheme to take every last bone out of me!"

"That's money! That's territory! That's the foundation of my future! It's not worth ruining everything for this little bit of lust!"

Having figured this out, Chen Feng's hand, which had originally intended to stroke her back, instantly became like an iron clamp, gripping her slender waist tightly.

It's not about pandering, it's about stopping.

Chen Feng used his large hand to forcefully push the alluring body in his arms away by an inch.

This inch is the dividing line between desire and ambition.

He lowered his head, his gaze sharp, suppressing the restless energy surging within him, a playful smirk playing on his lips: "Sister Zhen, you are indeed a beauty, but I have important business to attend to today..."

Ah Zhen was stunned. She clearly felt the change in Chen Feng's body—the instantaneous shift from infatuation to cold restraint.

Chen Feng released his grip, took a half step back, pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette with a flourish, took a deep drag, letting the pungent smoke swirl in his lungs, completely suppressing his anger. After leaving the office, Chen Feng regretted it, waving his arms and legs wildly at the air, cursing inwardly:

"Chen Feng, Chen Feng, stop pretending! Why don't you just take her out in the office? A woman like that is a rare find!"

Da Zhuang and the others were completely dumbfounded as they watched Chen Feng's outburst. They looked like timid wives who had been harassed. This old lecher Chen Feng wasn't like this at all!

"Brother Feng, are you alright?" Da Zhuang asked first.

"It's alright, Er Gou, you'll be in charge here from now on. Leave one of your best fighters here to keep watch! The rest of you, go back to Golden Splendor!"

"Well done, Mineko!"

After saying that, the group left in a grand procession.