Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Zhao Qiang was enjoying the thrill of controlling life and death. The blade was only millimeters away from Liu Yu's snow-white skin, and the heat was already burning her skin.

"Scream, scream even louder, the echo from this empty factory will be so beautiful."

Just then, Liu Yu, who had been gripped by extreme fear, suddenly felt a surge of fierceness. She lunged forward and bit down hard on Zhao Qiang's wrist, the one holding the knife!

She used all her strength to bite, her teeth digging deep into her flesh, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Qiang cried out in pain and instinctively released his grip, causing the military knife to fall to the concrete floor with a clatter.

"You bitch! You're hot! I love it!"

"Snapped!"

The slap was extremely powerful; blood instantly seeped from the corner of Liu Yu's mouth, half of her face swelled up, her head was buzzing, and she saw stars before her eyes.

"Sizzle—!"

The last piece of clothing was ruthlessly torn to shreds, leaving Liu Yu almost completely naked, with only some remaining fragments cut off by the knife.

Liu Yu let out a desperate scream. She desperately curled up her body, trying to cover herself with her legs, but her limbs, which were tied to the chair, left her with nowhere to escape.

At that moment, shame, fear, and despair intertwined, engulfing her like a black tide. She closed her eyes, bit her tongue, and had only one thought in her mind—if she was defiled, she would bite her tongue and commit suicide rather than live on.

Zhao Qiang grinned maliciously and began to unbuckle his belt. The metal buckle made a "click" sound, which sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent workshop.

"Chen Feng... I'm sorry... I can't wait for you anymore..." Liu Yu murmured in her heart, her tears already dried.

Just as Zhao Qiang's filthy hand was about to touch Liu Yu's skin—

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, suddenly rolled in from the factory's perimeter, rattling the old, worn windows. Then came a deafening explosion!

"Bang!"

The two large, rusted, and warped iron doors of the workshop were suddenly smashed open by a tremendous force!

The blinding beams of the headlights, like sharp swords, instantly pierced the dim, murky air inside the workshop, illuminating Zhao Qiang's distorted, astonished face until it turned deathly pale.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, dust swirling in the beam of light. Chen Feng straddled the motorcycle, the engine still roaring low, but he was like a volcano about to erupt, his eyes fixed on the military knife pressed against Liu Yu's throat.

"Don't move! All of you, don't fucking move!"

Zhao Qiang reacted swiftly; after the initial shock, the ruthlessness of a desperate criminal erupted instantly. He cowered behind Liu Yu, her naked, wounded body becoming his strongest shield. The sharp blade was pressed tightly against Liu Yu's carotid artery, having already cut through a layer of skin; blood trickled down her snow-white neck, dripping onto her exposed chest.

"If you take another step forward, I'll bleed her dry right now!" Zhao Qiang's voice was sharp and crazed, even carrying a hint of morbid excitement. "Look closely, once this knife is in place, not even a god can save her!"

Around him, the twelve knife-wielders from the provincial capital, though blinded by the bright light, quickly adjusted their positions, spreading out in a fan shape. They slightly raised their machetes and steel pipes, their eyes cold and fierce—these were a group of real professional thugs, not street thugs.

"Zhao Qiang, fucking you, is that all you're good for? All you can do is hide behind women."

Chen Feng's raised hand froze in mid-air, and the hand that was about to reach for his baton slowly released its grip.

He saw Liu Yu.

The usually assertive and capable Sister Yu, who always stood tall and assertive in front of him, now resembled a broken rag doll. She was tightly bound to an iron chair, completely naked, a sight that pierced Chen Feng's eyes. Under the intense light, her shame and despair were laid bare.

"Chen Feng... don't worry about me... kill him..." Liu Yu cried weakly, tears washing away the blood on her face, "I don't want to live anymore... kill him..."

"Shut up! You filthy bitch!" Zhao Qiang grabbed Liu Yu's hair and pulled her back. Liu Yu looked up in pain, and the sound in her throat turned into a sob.

"Back off! Tell your men to get out of here!" Zhao Qiang, hiding behind Liu Yu, only his bloodshot eyes visible, stared intently at Chen Feng. "Turn off the car lights! Throw away your weapons!"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, the urge to tear the person in front of him to pieces surging within him, but he dared not gamble.

That was Liu Yu, the woman who had been with him and taken care of him from the very beginning.

"Dazhuang, take the men and retreat to the doorway. Turn off the lights." Chen Feng's voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of sand in his mouth.

"Brother Feng!" Da Zhuang's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety, and the steel pipe in his hand creaked as he gripped it.

"Retreat!" Chen Feng roared.

Da Zhuang gritted his teeth, stomped his foot hard, waved to his brothers to turn off the engine and lights, and slowly retreated into the shadows at the workshop entrance.

The workshop returned to its dim state, with only the high-wattage incandescent bulb hanging from the battery and the camera still flashing its red dot emitting a cold light.

"Good, very good." Zhao Qiang's face twisted into a ferocious smile upon seeing this. He wasn't in a hurry to escape; the thrill of controlling the fate of the powerful greatly satisfied his twisted psychology.

He glanced at the camera recording nearby and chuckled, "Chen Feng, since we're here, let's do something exciting. You want to save her, right? Show some sincerity."

"What do you want?" Chen Feng stood still, his hands hanging at his sides, a posture of completely abandoning defense.

"Kneel down."

Zhao Qiang uttered these two words, and with the tip of his knife, he lightly flicked Liu Yu's chin. "Kneel down like a dog."

The air was deathly still.

A man's knees are worth their weight in gold, especially for those in the underworld; face is more important than life. This kneeling is not only a loss of dignity, but also a humiliation that will forever haunt him in the criminal world. Da Zhuang and his gang at the door were furious, their eyes bloodshot, wishing they could rush in and fight to the death.

Chen Feng looked at Liu Yu. She shook her head desperately, her eyes full of pleading—begging him not to kneel, begging him not to suffer this humiliation for her sake.

But Chen Feng remained silent for only a second.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

Chen Feng's knees slammed heavily onto the hard, cold cement floor. Without hesitation or doubt, his back remained ramrod straight, but his knees had indeed buckled.

"No! Chen Feng! Get up! You're a man! How can you kneel before such a beast!" Liu Yu broke down in tears. At this moment, she was in even more pain than when she was being violated.

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Qiang burst into wild laughter, the sound echoing jarringly in the empty workshop. "Look everyone! Is this the new boss of Shengli Road? Is this Chen Feng, the one who crippled my cousin? He's kneeling before me like a dog!"

He turned to the camera and shouted excitedly, "Did you get it on camera? This is a classic moment!"

"That's not enough." Zhao Qiang's malice intensified. "Kneeling like that is pointless. Chen Feng, do it yourself, slap yourself. Don't stop until I tell you to."

Chen Feng was expressionless, his eyes as empty as a dry well. He slowly raised his right hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out, and Chen Feng's cheeks instantly turned red.