Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Brother Feng, what do you say?" The monkey immediately sat up straight.

"Starting tomorrow, I want you to take a few smart guys and check out all the construction sites in the south of the city." Chen Feng held up one finger. "First, find out when Mad Dog Qiang's sand and gravel trucks deliver their goods, which routes they take, and how many men are assigned to each truck as escorts."

The monkey nodded and noted it down.

"Secondly," Chen Feng held up his second finger, "find out where Mad Dog Qiang parked his car, where his sand quarry is, and how many people guard it at night. Especially his core subordinates, where they usually hang out, what their hobbies and weaknesses are."

"Third," Chen Feng's eyes turned cold, "find out for me what the attitudes of those biggest construction site bosses are towards Mad Dog Qiang. Are they on good terms with him, or were they forced into this situation? This is very important."

"Understood!" The monkey's eyes gleamed. "Don't worry, Brother Feng, I'm good at this. Three days, give me three days, and I'll find out exactly what's in his underwear!"

"Okay." Chen Feng turned to look at Dazhuang and Ergou. "Dazhuang, Ergou, you two are our 'fist'."

"Brother Feng, what are you saying?"

"Don't let the brothers slack off during this time. Pick twenty of the best fighters and take them to the open space behind the mountain to practice every day. Don't practice those fancy moves, just practice how to coordinate and how to be ruthless. Also, have Er Gou get some handy weapons, steel pipes and machetes, get them all ready. We don't cause trouble, but when trouble comes, we need to have some tough stuff in hand."

"Don't worry, Brother Feng! I'll definitely train these bastards until they're screaming!" Da Zhuang patted his chest and assured him.

After arranging all of this, Chen Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew this was going to be a tough battle. Since Mad Dog Qiang was valued by Master Jiu, he was definitely not some womanizer like Zhao Qiang. This guy had money and manpower, and Master Jiu was right behind him; he had to plan carefully before acting.

"Alright, everyone, go home. Go do what you were doing, and don't let this get out of the loop."

"Ergou, you stay."

After everyone left, Er Gou stood there somewhat nervously, wondering what Chen Feng meant by leaving him alone.

"Sit down." Chen Feng offered him a cigarette.

Chen Feng took a deep drag of his cigarette and lowered his voice: "There's something I can only entrust to you."

Er Gou took the cigarette, sat down opposite Chen Feng, and rubbed his hands together: "Fengzi, what's up?"

"I want this."

As he spoke, he made an "eight" gesture with his right thumb and forefinger.

Er Gou's pupils constricted sharply, his face instantly changing, and he nearly dropped his cigarette. He stood there stunned for several seconds before lowering his voice and saying, "A troll? Fengzi, are you serious?"

"Seriously." Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash, his eyes dark. "The gravel business isn't small-time; it's a million-dollar profit a year. Mad Dog Qiang has Ninth Master behind him, and his men are all ruthless. If we want to snatch food from his mouth, knives and steel pipes won't be enough. If it really comes down to a fight, I'm afraid I can't protect my brothers."

Er Gou swallowed hard. "But... this thing could get you killed. When we use knives to attack people, that's a public order issue, at most a brawl. But if we get involved with this stuff, the whole thing changes!"

"I know." Chen Feng looked at him, pointing to his still throbbing left hand: "This time it was a knife, next time it might be a hole in my forehead. I don't necessarily need to use this, but I have to have it. It's a trump card, a lifesaver."

Chen Feng looked at Er Gou seriously and said, "So only you can handle this. You're the person I trust most; you have connections and know a lot of people outside. Price isn't an issue."

Looking into Chen Feng's determined eyes, Er Gou swallowed hard. He knew Chen Feng had changed; he had become more ruthless and more cunning.

Er Gou remained silent for a moment, his mind racing. He did know a few people involved in this kind of shady business, but those guys were all incredibly cunning, and one wrong move could lead to being scammed.

"Okay." Er Gou finally nodded. "I'll give it a try. But Fengzi, you have to give me some time; we can't rush it."

"No rush, safety first." Chen Feng patted him on the shoulder. "If you succeed, you'll get credit for it."

"You're telling me this?" Er Gou grinned. "What kind of relationship do we have? Don't worry, I'll keep this to myself."

……

Chen Feng leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. Once this step was taken, there was truly no turning back.

……

When I returned to the attic after dealing with all of this, it was already 11 p.m.

Chen Feng rode his motorcycle back to the attic on Shengli Road. As soon as he got downstairs, he heard a familiar commotion coming from upstairs.

"You brat, stop right there! You think you can run away without even washing the dishes?"

"Sister Fang, can't I shower tomorrow? I'm so sleepy!"

"No! Wash it now!"

A smile unconsciously crept onto Chen Feng's lips.

That sound was Liu Yu arguing with Lin Fang.

Since that nightmare, Liu Yu remained silent for a long time. The woman who used to be so outspoken and quick-witted, chasing him all over the house, became taciturn, her eyes always carrying a lingering gloom.

After more than half a month of recuperation, Liu Yu has completely emerged from the shadow of that night. Not only that, the feisty and capable landlady seems to have returned, even more charming than before.

Chen Feng pushed open the door and saw Liu Yu pouting as she washed dishes by the sink, with Lin Fang standing by with her hands on her hips, supervising her.

"You're back?" Lin Fang smiled gently when she saw Chen Feng. "Are you hungry? I left some rice for you in the pot."

"I'm not hungry, I ate out." Chen Feng walked over, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Sister Yu, you're in good spirits today, you even have the energy to argue with Sister Fang."

Liu Yu stiffened for a moment, then her ears flushed red. She nudged Chen Feng's chest with her elbow and scolded, "Stop it! Can't you see I'm washing the dishes?"

"I'll help you wash."

"No need!" Liu Yu pushed him away. "Your hand is still injured, go stay out of the way!"

Chen Feng smiled and stepped back, sitting down on the sofa.

Lin Fang watched the interaction between the two, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She lowered her head, pretending to tidy up the things on the table, but her slightly furrowed brows still betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Since that night, Chen Feng has shown significantly more concern for Liu Yu. He stays by her side constantly, feeding her, talking to her, and keeping watch by her bedside at night so she can sleep peacefully.

Lin Fang told herself that this was the right thing to do. Xiao Yu had suffered such a huge shock and needed someone to take care of her.

But a pang of sadness would still rise in her heart.

The feeling was like having your most cherished possessions slowly being taken away by others.

……

As night deepened, the attic became quiet.

Lin Fang went back to her room early, saying she was tired and needed to rest.

Chen Feng had just finished showering and was about to lie down on the folding bed when Liu Yu stopped him.

"Chen Feng."

Liu Yu stood at the door of her room, wearing a loose white nightgown, her long hair draped over her shoulders, looking exceptionally beautiful in the dim light.

"What's wrong?" Chen Feng walked over.

Liu Yu lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her nightgown, her voice barely a whisper: "Um...could you...talk to me for a bit?"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then nodded: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about...the flowing river!" she said shyly as she ran back to her room.