Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Zhao Qiang was a ruthless man; despite the excruciating pain, he actually reached out and started picking at the wound on Chen Feng's left hand.

"Hiss—" Chen Feng was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, but the ferocity in his eyes intensified. He didn't break free; instead, he used his injured left hand to tightly grip Zhao Qiang's neck, pinning him to the ground!

"Go to hell!"

Chen Feng straddled Zhao Qiang, his right fist raining down like raindrops.

One punch! It shattered his teeth.

Two punches! They ripped open his eye socket.

Three punches! Four punches!

Zhao Qiang initially tried to struggle and resist, but under Chen Feng's completely reckless and frenzied beating, he finally became afraid.

Zhao Qiang, his face a bloody mess, begged for mercy incoherently. His "mad dog" ferocity vanished before the absolute violence. "I have money... my cousin is..."

"Your cousin?" Chen Feng stopped punching, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his chin onto Zhao Qiang's face. "Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't save you today."

By this time, the fighting around them had ended. The twelve swordsmen lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Although Da Zhuang and his men were all wounded, they still stood menacingly around the perimeter.

Chen Feng picked up the military knife stained with his own blood from the ground, slowly stood up, and placed one foot on Zhao Qiang's chest.

He turned and glanced at Liu Yu, who was huddled in the corner trembling, and then at the camera whose red light was still flashing.

"You like playing around with women?"

Do you like making videos?

"You like to hear screams?"

With each question Chen Feng asked, he would brandish the tip of his knife above Zhao Qiang's crotch.

Zhao Qiang's pupils contracted violently, a fear stemming from his primal male instincts: "No! Don't!"

"Ergou, Dazhuang, come over and hold him down," Chen Feng said with a sinister expression.

Chen Feng pulled down his pants, revealing a foul-smelling substance that made him feel nauseous just looking at it.

Without any hesitation, the knife fell swiftly!

"Pfft!"

"Awooo!!!"

A horrifying scream echoed through the sky, even drowning out the howling wind outside the factory. Zhao Qiang's body arched violently, his eyeballs almost bursting out of their sockets. The excruciating pain caused him to faint instantly, only to be jolted awake by the agony a second later. He convulsed and rolled wildly on the ground, his crotch stained with blood.

Chen Feng kicked the bloody mess away expressionlessly.

He walked up to the camera, pressed the stop button, took out the videotape, and stomped it to pieces.

After doing all this, he returned to Liu Yu's side.

"It's alright, Sister Yu, let's go home."

Ignoring his own wounds, Chen Feng scooped Liu Yu up in his arms. Liu Yu nestled in his blood- and sweat-soaked embrace, smelling the strong stench of blood, yet feeling an unprecedented sense of security.

Chen Feng, carrying Liu Yu, stepped out of the abandoned factory, his feet crunching over pools of blood.

Behind them were the figures of Dazhuang and the others supporting each other, and Zhao Qiang's gradually weakening, ghostly wails.

That night, blood stained the factory.

That night, Chen Feng showed everyone in the most cruel way: dragons have scales that cannot be touched, or they will die. His scales were his woman and his brothers.

……

The night wind howled, swirling up withered leaves and dust. Chen Feng, carrying Liu Yu wrapped in his trench coat, strode out of the smashed iron gate, leaving behind a scene of devastation and the sounds of wailing.

Liu Yu buried her face deep in his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her body was still trembling uncontrollably, like a frightened chick desperately trying to burrow into a safe shell.

"It's alright, Sister Yu, it's alright." Chen Feng's voice was hoarse yet gentle, completely different from the violent and demonic man he had just been. "With me here, no one can hurt you anymore."

Liu Yu didn't respond, she just hugged him tighter.

Dazhuang, Monkey, and the others emerged from the factory one after another, each bearing injuries but displaying extraordinary excitement.

They looked at Liu Yu in Chen Feng's arms, then at the enemies lying on the ground in the factory, their lives hanging in the balance. Their eyes were filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and awe for Chen Feng.

"Brother Feng, what...what are we going to do about this mess?" Monkey, clutching his chest wound, limped up, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at the blood-soaked mess in the workshop. "That bastard Zhao Qiang isn't dead yet, and several others are seriously injured. If the police find out about us, this is considered affray, and we could face serious crimes."

Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed.

He knew what the monkey was worried about. Tonight's fight had been too brutal; Zhao Qiang had been castrated, and more than a dozen thugs were either dead or wounded. A brawl of this scale, once it alerted the police, would become a major case. At that point, regardless of who was right or wrong, they would all be in deep trouble.

"We can't call the police," Chen Feng said in a deep voice, "but we can't just let these people lie here and wait to die."

"What should we do? We can't just send them to the hospital, can we?" The monkey scratched his head, looking troubled.

Chen Feng remained silent for a moment, his mind racing.

Suddenly, he remembered someone—Zhao Gang.

The policeman who had helped him in the case in the southern suburbs. Although their relationship wasn't particularly deep, Zhao Gang was a smart man and knew what he should and shouldn't do. More importantly, Zhao Qiang was a fugitive wanted by the provincial capital; if he could get this credit into Zhao Gang's hands…

"Monkey," Chen Feng suddenly said, "go find a public phone booth and anonymously call Zhao Gang at the South District Police Station."

The monkey, still reeling from its injury, was not yet processing what was happening. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Just say someone spotted suspicious individuals at the Donghai Cannery in the abandoned industrial area north of the city. They're suspected to be fugitives wanted by the provincial capital." Chen Feng's eyes were cold. "Remember, don't say too much. Hang up after you're done. Don't let anyone track you down."

The monkey's eyes lit up, instantly understanding Chen Feng's intention: "Brother Feng, brilliant! This way, the police will only be arresting fugitives, not us! We'll even do Zhao Gang a huge favor."

"Go, and come back quickly."

"Okay!" The monkey turned around, got on the motorcycle, and disappeared into the night.

"Everyone else, pack up all our things," Chen Feng continued, "Ride the motorcycles a little further before stopping, go back in batches, and don't take the same route. Dazhuang, take a few of the seriously injured brothers back to Jinbihuihuang first, find Sister Hong to arrange for treatment, and also, go and fetch Ghost Hand Zhang."

"Ghost Hand Zhang? Doesn't that old man rarely make house calls?"

"Tell him it's my treat. Any price is fine." Chen Feng glanced down at Liu Yu in his arms, his voice softening. "Also, tell him to go directly to the attic on Shengli Road."

Da Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then he understood—Brother Feng wanted to invite Ghost Hand Zhang to his home to treat Sister Yu's injuries.

"Understood, Brother Feng!"

The group split up. Chen Feng carried Liu Yu onto the back of a motorcycle, and Chen Fang carried them away from the abandoned factory filled with the stench of blood.

Throughout the journey, Liu Yu never let go of Chen Feng. She pressed her face against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, as if only in this way could she confirm that she was still alive, and that this was not a nightmare.

"Sister Yu, are you cold?" Chen Feng gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head.

Liu Yu did not answer, but simply shook her head.

Chen Feng sighed and pulled her even tighter into his arms. He could feel Liu Yu's body still trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from a psychological stress response.