Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Didn't you eat? Push harder! I want to hear a sound!" Zhao Qiang yelled, pressing the knife in his hand even deeper into Liu Yu's flesh.

"Snapped!"

Chen Feng used all his strength in that slap. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and half of his face quickly swelled up.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

one more time.

Each crisp crack felt like a blow to the hearts of all the brothers present. Dazhuang clenched his fists outside the door, tears welling in his eyes, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Liu Yu had already cried out loud. Looking at the man who had harmed himself in front of this pervert to save her, her heart ached. That once spirited and arrogant man had now been reduced to nothing because of her.

"Is that enough?" Chen Feng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice so calm it was chilling. "Release her, and I'll take her place."

"Exchange? Do you have the right to negotiate with me?" Zhao Qiang was overjoyed, the thrill of trampling his mortal enemy underfoot making him feel somewhat smug.

He looked at Chen Feng kneeling on the ground, then at the naked Liu Yu, and suddenly a more wicked thought came to him.

"Fine, you want to save her, huh?" Zhao Qiang licked his lips. "Then crawl over here. Crawl to my feet and lick my shoes clean. If you enjoy licking them, I'll consider letting this woman go."

Chen Feng raised his head, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

"it is good."

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, as if he had lost all dignity, and crawled towards Zhao Qiang step by step.

……

Distance, five meters.

Chen Feng pressed his palm against the rough cement ground; the gravel chafed his skin, but he felt nothing. His gaze was lowered, seemingly submissive, but in reality, he was using his peripheral vision to keep a close eye on Zhao Qiang's position.

Zhao Qiang was too smug and arrogant. The long-term sadistic pleasure had dulled his sense of danger. He didn't notice that although Chen Feng was crawling, all the muscles in his body were in a state of extreme tension, like a fully drawn bow.

Distance: three meters.

"Haha, hurry up! Climb faster!" Zhao Qiang trembled with excitement. He even slightly turned his body, trying to adjust the camera angle to capture a close-up of Chen Feng licking his shoes. "Chen Feng, weren't you so awesome? Where's your awesomeness?"

In that instant he turned to the side, the blade that had been pressed firmly against Liu Yu's throat inevitably shifted slightly, revealing a tiny gap.

It's now!

Chen Feng, who had been crawling on the ground, suddenly looked up. His eyes, which had been empty and lifeless just moments before, instantly erupted with a killing intent that seemed to tangible!

"boom!"

Chen Feng slammed his arms into the ground, and using the reaction force, he was launched into the air like a cannonball flying close to the ground! The speed he generated in this burst even exceeded the limits of human reaction.

Three meters is a distance that can be covered in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it..." Zhao Qiang's pupils shrank sharply. He wanted to swing his knife to slit Liu Yu's throat, but it was too late.

Chen Feng didn't try to grab the knife, because that would be too slow. Instead, in a way that was almost mutually destructive, he used his left hand like an iron clamp to directly grab the sharp blade of the military knife!

"Sizzle—"

The sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through Chen Feng's palm, blood splattering and the wound deep enough to expose bone. But he didn't even flinch, gripping the blade tightly and twisting it outwards, while simultaneously slamming his right shoulder into Zhao Qiang's arms!

"Bang!!!"

Both men fell to the ground simultaneously. Although Liu Yu was no longer in danger, Zhao Qiang reacted immediately.

"Kill him!" Zhao Qiang rolled on the ground, clutching his chest where he had been hit, and roared hysterically.

The twelve elite soldiers from the provincial capital, who were poised to attack, instantly raised their machetes and charged madly towards the location where Chen Feng and Liu Yu were!

"Ergou, Dazhuang! Kill them all!!!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his hand, Chen Feng ripped off his trench coat and wrapped it around the naked Liu Yu. Then, he kicked over the iron chair next to him and used it to block the two machetes that came at him first.

"Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere. The two knife-wielders used tremendous force, making Chen Feng's hands go numb.

Da Zhuang and the others, who had been holding back their frustration at the door, rushed in like a flood bursting its banks the moment they heard the roar.

"Fuck your mother! Kill them all!"

A chaotic battle erupted instantly.

This wasn't a scuffle among street thugs; it was a real life-or-death struggle.

The twelve men Zhao Qiang brought were indeed formidable. They cooperated seamlessly, forming groups of three, and were adept at both offense and defense. The moment they made contact, Monkey, who was at the forefront, was struck on the back by a steel pipe, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"You're asking for death!" Da Zhuang roared. He neither dodged nor flinched, taking the blow head-on. The blade sliced ​​through his arm, tearing flesh apart. But he seemed to feel no pain. His thick arm gripped the man's neck, and he slammed him to the ground!

"Crack!" The knife-wielder's collarbone was broken.

But more blades flashed towards Chen Feng.

At this moment, Chen Feng was like a lone wolf protecting its cub. With one hand he tightly protected Liu Yu behind him, and with the other he picked up the broken steel pipe on the ground, fighting against four or five knife-wielders in this confined space.

"Die!" Taking advantage of the gap in Chen Feng's parry, one of the knife-wielders stabbed Liu Yu.

"Pfft!"

Chen Feng had no time to defend himself and could only use his body to block the attack. The knife tip pierced his left shoulder, and blood instantly stained his white shirt.

This strike completely ignited the bloodlust within Chen Feng.

"ah!!!"

Chen Feng let out a beast-like roar, and instead of retreating, he advanced. Under the terrified gaze of the knife-wielder, the half-steel pipe in his hand, with the force of a thunderbolt, slammed into the man's thigh!

"roll!"

Chen Feng pulled out the steel pipe, swung it backhand, and smashed it into the man's face, causing a spray of blood.

When Er Gou saw this scene, his eyes turned red. The few underlings who were initially somewhat afraid were also infected by this tragic atmosphere. They all rushed forward like madmen, ignoring the knives on their bodies.

This reckless fighting style finally disrupted the formation of the professional knife fighters.

The ruthless fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless. Faced with this group of "mad dogs" who went berserk in order to protect their elder brother and sister-in-law, those "professional players" who risked their lives for money finally began to tremble.

In the midst of the chaos, Chen Feng set his sights on Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang scrambled to his feet, picking up a machete again. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with venom: "Chen Feng, I'm going to kill you today!"

"Come on!" Chen Feng pushed aside the enemy in front of him and strode towards Zhao Qiang. His left hand was still dripping blood, and there was a wound in his left shoulder, but he felt no pain, only a burning rage.

Zhao Qiang roared and charged forward, slashing at Chen Feng's face with his blade. The strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Chen Feng turned his head to avoid it, but the blade grazed his scalp and cut off a few strands of hair.

In that instant, Chen Feng lunged forward and headbutted Zhao Qiang hard on the bridge of his nose!

"Bang!"

The headbutt was so powerful that Zhao Qiang saw stars, his nasal bone shattered, and blood gushed from his nose.

Before he could react, Chen Feng's knee strike had already landed on his lower abdomen.

"Ugh—" Zhao Qiang curled up like a shrimp, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground.