Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

For the rest of the time, Chen Feng didn't go anywhere; he stayed in the attic, never leaving Liu Yu's side.

The nightmare left a deeper scar on Liu Yu than she had imagined. For the first two days, she barely ate or drank, curled up in bed, only able to fall asleep when Chen Feng was beside her. The slightest sound would wake her, and she would clutch Chen Feng's hand tightly, her eyes filled with terror.

Chen Feng saw it all and felt deeply pained.

He wasn't good at sweet talk; he just silently stayed by her side. When she was hungry, he would feed her a few mouthfuls of millet porridge that Lin Fang had cooked; when she was thirsty, he would give her warm water; and when she was sleepy, he would let her rest her head in his arms. When his injured left hand was being dressed, the pain made him gasp, but as soon as Liu Yu called him, he would immediately appear in front of her.

"Chen Feng... don't go..."

"I'm not leaving, I'm staying right here."

This kind of conversation is repeated countless times every day.

……

A month later, Liu Yu's condition finally improved. The fierceness in her eyes returned, and she became more dependent.

"Sister Yu, come out and get some sun." That afternoon, Chen Feng pulled Liu Yu out of bed and helped her sit on the wicker chair on the balcony.

The early autumn sun was warm but not scorching, its rays feeling pleasantly comforting on her skin. Liu Yu squinted, a rare genuine smile appearing on her face.

"Chen Feng," her voice was still a little hoarse, "you haven't left the house lately, aren't you supposed to be taking care of things at the venue?"

"With Dazhuang and Monkey keeping an eye on things, nothing will go wrong." Chen Feng draped a light jacket over her shoulders and sat down beside her. "Your recovery is the most important thing."

"But I'm stopping you from making money..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Feng reached out and ruffled her hair. "Money can be earned back, but if you're gone, you have nothing left."

Liu Yu's eyes reddened, but this time she didn't cry. She leaned on Chen Feng's shoulder and whispered, "Chen Feng, that night... thank you for saving me."

"Don't say such formal things."

"And..." Liu Yu bit her lower lip, seemingly mustering a great deal of courage, "Thank you for kneeling down, thank you for slapping yourself... I know, for you people in the underworld, that's harder than killing you. But you did it for me..."

"Sister Yu," Chen Feng interrupted her, his tone firm, "For you, I'd be willing to kneel, even die."

Liu Yu was stunned and looked up at Chen Feng. Those eyes, which always carried a hint of roguishness, were now as gentle as a pool of spring water.

"You...you rascal..." Liu Yu turned her head away, her voice trembling with tears, "You never say anything nice to me normally, but now, of all times..."

Chen Feng smiled and didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and hugged her even tighter.

The two sat quietly, watching the sun gradually set in the west and the clouds on the horizon take on a golden-red glow.

……

Around 8 p.m., Chen Feng's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID—Jiang Hong.

Jiang Hong had called several times in the past few days, and Chen Feng had only briefly reported that he was safe and sound without saying much. But he knew that as the pillar of support, he couldn't keep hiding forever.

"Hello, Sister Hong."

"Chen Feng, how is Xiaoyu?" Jiang Hong's voice was filled with concern.

"Much better."

"That's good." Jiang Hong paused, "That mad dog Zhao Qiang is crippled and arrested by the police. This matter was handled well."

"I was just lucky."

"Luck is one thing, but your decisiveness and ruthlessness are key," Jiang Hong's tone became serious. "However, Xiao Feng, there are some things we need to talk about. While you were away, although nothing major happened at the venue, there are still some situations that require your attention."

Chen Feng hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Sister Hong, shall I come to see you tonight?"

"Okay, I'll have someone prepare some late-night snacks."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng turned to look at Liu Yu. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with unease.

"Are you going out?"

"I'm going to talk to Sister Hong about something, I'll be right back." Chen Feng walked over and took her hand. "Sister Fang is here, just call her if you need anything."

Liu Yu bit her lip, but finally nodded: "Come back soon."

"good."

……

Half an hour later, at the Emerald Bay villa area.

Chen Feng pushed open the door and entered the living room. Jiang Hong was sitting on the sofa looking at some documents. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she looked less sharp and more relaxed at home.

"You're here? Have a seat." Jiang Hong put down her documents, poured him a cup of tea, and asked, "How's the injury on your hand?"

"It's nothing serious." Chen Feng moved his left hand.

Jiang Hong nodded.

"Let's get down to business," Jiang Hong said, leaning back on the sofa, her expression turning serious. "Tell me everything that happened that day, from the very beginning."

Chen Feng lit a cigarette and recounted the events of that night from beginning to end. From discovering Liu Yu's disappearance to tracing the tire tracks, to the bloody battle at the abandoned factory, and finally to castrating Zhao Qiang and calling the police so that Zhao Gang could get away with it—he didn't hide a single detail.

After listening, Jiang Hong remained silent for a long time.

"You did the right thing," she finally said. "A man like Zhao Qiang is just a menace. Castrating him serves two purposes: it vents my anger and it shows the underworld—this is what happens when you oppose you."

"But Sister Hong," Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash, his brow furrowed, "Zhao Qiang mentioned he has a cousin in the provincial capital who seems to be quite influential. Could this cause even bigger trouble?"

Jiang Hong shook her head: "I've already inquired about that for you. Zhao Qiang's cousin is named Qian Hu. He does have some influence in the provincial capital, but he's only a second-rate figure. He and Zhao Qiang are cousins, but their relationship isn't that close. Besides, Zhao Qiang is a wanted criminal now, arrested by the police. Even if Qian Hu wanted to get involved, he'd have to think twice."

Chen Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief: "That's good."

"However," Jiang Hong changed the subject, "don't be too careless. Things in the underworld change in an instant. Just because there's no movement now doesn't mean there won't be later. Your most important task right now is to secure your territory and strengthen your power. Only when you have a strong fist will others not dare to easily touch you."

"Sister Hong is right," Chen Feng nodded. "I've been thinking about this issue a lot these past few days."

"Tell me, what are your thoughts now?"

Chen Feng counted on his fingers: "On the surface, Zhao Biao left behind six establishments—two arcades, two video arcades, and two billiard rooms. After deducting costs and Ninth Master's cut, we can make about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan a month. Secretly, Ah Zhen runs three underground casinos, splitting the profits 50/50, which brings in about 100,000 yuan a month. All together, our monthly income is around 200,000 yuan."

Where are they?

"There are about twenty core members, and if you include those who can be mobilized from the periphery, there are probably thirty or forty people."

Jiang Hong pondered for a moment: "A monthly income of 200,000 yuan and 30 to 40 people would make us a medium-sized force in Nancheng. But it's not enough."

"You have to be so powerful that people are afraid just to hear your name, so they won't dare to mess with the people around you! Just like with Liu Yu, if you were powerful enough, would that mad dog still dare to do it?"