Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"No! Don't think about it!" He shook his head violently, trying to drive those images out of his mind.

But the fear and anger clung to him like venomous snakes, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Sister Yu...where are you?"

He remembered Liu Yu complaining about him coming home too late yesterday, chasing him all over the house with a broom; he remembered the way her eyes lit up when she counted money; he remembered that night in the southern suburbs when she simmered ginger soup all night, not even caring that she cut her hand...

That woman with a sharp tongue but a soft heart, that woman who says "I'm annoyed just looking at you" but worries about him more than anyone else...

"I will find you," Chen Feng gritted his teeth. "If he dares to lay a finger on you, I'll chop him up today!"

"Brother Feng, what should we do?" Monkey asked anxiously.

Chen Feng closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. Panic wouldn't solve anything; he needed to think, he needed clues.

Suddenly, he thought of someone.

Ah Zhen!

Ah Zhen has connections in the provincial capital and may know someone who knows Zhao Qiang and is familiar with the habits of this mad dog!

Chen Feng suddenly pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Ah Zhen's number.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Each waiting tone felt like a heavy hammer blow to Chen Feng's heart.

"Feed?" The phone finally connected, and Ah Zhen's languid voice came through, "Boss Chen, it's so late...?"

"Sister Zhen!" Chen Feng interrupted her abruptly, his voice hoarse and urgent, "Zhao Qiang has made his move! He kidnapped my woman!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Ah Zhen's voice instantly turned serious: "When did this happen?"

"Just now! Less than twenty minutes ago! I chased them to the three-way intersection in the north of the city, but the tire tracks stopped there. I don't know which direction they went!" Chen Feng's voice was filled with barely suppressed anxiety. "Sister Zhen, you have friends in the provincial capital. Could you help me find out about this mad dog's habits? Where does he like to take people? Does he have any fixed routine?"

Ah Zhen didn't waste any words and said directly, "Wait for me, I'll make the call right now. I'll get back to you in five minutes."

"Hurry! Please!"

The phone hangs up.

Chen Feng stood at the crossroads, clutching the mud-covered high heel in his hand, feeling as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

The brothers around him remained silent, none daring to speak. A suffocating tension and despair filled the air.

Monkey glanced at Chen Feng furtively, never having seen Brother Feng like this before. The man who was as calm as ice during the bloody battle in the southern suburbs and who could chat and laugh with Ninth Master was now like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, exuding a dangerous and tragic aura.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

Every second felt like an eternity.

Chen Feng's hands were trembling, not from fear, but from anger and anxiety. Ah Zhen's words kept echoing in his mind—

"He enjoys torturing women the most..."

"Used to break down the opponent's psychological defenses..."

Chen Feng suddenly raised his head, staring at the dark night sky, his eyes reddening.

Just then, the phone finally rang.

Chen Feng practically jumped up to answer the phone: "Sister Zhen!"

"I found out."

Ah Zhen's voice was rapid and clear, "He has claustrophobia and sadistic tendencies." Ah Zhen spoke very quickly, "In those cases in the provincial capital, he didn't do it in the car or in the wild."

He liked enclosed, echoing, dark, and damp places. He found listening to women screaming in such places to be...a kind of enjoyment.

"Usually, it's an abandoned factory or warehouse, a place with good soundproofing and where no one will bother you."

Enclosed... dark... echo...

Chen Feng's gaze instantly locked onto the road on the left.

That leads to an abandoned industrial area that has long been shut down, full of unfinished factories and empty warehouses!

"And another thing," Ah Zhen added, "he's very arrogant. He thinks the most dangerous place is the safest place. He won't go too far; he'll definitely be somewhere not far from the city, but absolutely deserted."

"An abandoned factory!" Chen Feng blurted out.

"Very likely," Ah Zhen affirmed. "That kind of place fits all his perverted fetishes. Chen Feng... if he really does make a move, the first ten minutes are usually when he's most excited and frantic."

"beep."

Chen Feng hung up the phone immediately.

At that moment, his eyes changed. The previous panic and despair were replaced by a chilling killing intent.

He straddled his motorcycle, kicked the engine to start, pointed to the overgrown dirt road on the left, and his voice was as cold as if it came from the deepest hell:

"Everyone, follow me. Listen up, when we go in, if you see anyone, don't ask permission, just cripple them! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

"Zhao Qiang, I'm going to chop that thing off and feed it to the dogs today!"

The roar resumed, and a dozen headlights pierced the darkness like swords, carrying an overwhelming killing intent as they rushed toward the desolate, abandoned industrial area.

......

Deep within the industrial zone lay a graveyard abandoned by time. The derelict Donghai Cannery lay silently in the overgrown darkness, like a dead behemoth.

Inside the huge production workshop, the air was cold and damp, filled with a musty smell of rust, rotten wood, and old machine oil.

"Splash—"

A basin of cold water was poured in my face.

Liu Yu, who was in a coma, was suddenly awakened by the suffocating feeling. The violent cough aggravated the injury in her abdomen, and the pain brought tears to her eyes instantly.

She instinctively tried to move, but found that her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were tightly bound to a heavy iron chair. The rough hemp rope cut into her flesh and chafed her delicate skin.

"Awake? That cry... was so crisp."

A chilling sound echoed through the empty workshop, with an extremely jarring resonance.

Liu Yu looked up in horror, and under the high-wattage incandescent light connected to the battery, she could see the scene before her.

Less than two meters in front of her sat a lean, dark-skinned man. He was slowly and methodically cutting a piece of raw steak with a military dagger, his movements as elegant as if he were eating a Western meal, but the environment and his mouthful of yellow teeth gave off an indescribable eeriness and disgust.

It was none other than "Mad Dog" Zhao Qiang.

In the shadows all around, twelve men with menacing expressions stood with their arms crossed, staring at her with the greedy, naked gaze of prey. Liu Yu felt nauseous and disgusted.

"Who...who are you? What do you want?" Liu Yu's voice trembled. She tried to appear calm, adopting her usual shrewishness when managing the accounts. "I can give you money if you want. There's money in my bag, it's all in my bag!"

"Money?" Zhao Qiang swallowed the meat, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and chuckled. It was a truly neurotic laugh; his eyes bulged, bloodshot. "I want the money, and...I want the person too."

He stood up, the dagger spinning rapidly between his fingers. He walked step by step toward Liu Yu, his military boots thumping heavily on the dusty cement, each step feeling like a blow to Liu Yu's heart.

"Your man crippled my cousin and stole my turf. I'll settle this score with you, and get some interest on it."

Zhao Qiang walked up behind Liu Yu. He didn't make a move immediately, but instead, like a venomous snake, he put his head close to Liu Yu's neck and took a deep breath.

"Hmm... Jasmine-scented shampoo smells so good... much better than those pheasant shampoos."

"You pervert! Get away from me!" Liu Yu got goosebumps all over and desperately twisted her neck to avoid him.