Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Fatty's eyes darkened, then he sneered, "Surname Chen? So it's you! I've heard there's some hothead in Nancheng who crippled Zhao Qiang recently. You want to steal Brother Qiang's food? You think I won't sit on you and kill you?"

He waved his hand behind him, and the twenty-odd thugs immediately scattered, forming a semi-encirclement. Although these men dressed in a sleazy manner, their eyes were fierce and their stances were practiced, clearly indicating that they were all seasoned veterans of fights.

"Brothers, this is that reckless Chen Feng! We'll cripple him today, and Brother Qiang will reward him handsomely!"

"superior!"

At Fatty's command, he charged forward, knife in hand. The thugs behind him roared and pounced, clubs waving and knives flashing.

"Fuck him!"

Da Zhuang roared and charged forward, the steel pipe whistling through the air as it crashed down on Pang Dun.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Fatty dodged to the side, taking the blow head-on with his machete, the impact numbing his hands. He hadn't expected the big, dark-skinned guy opposite him to be so strong, and dared not be careless. He turned his body, slashing the blade diagonally towards Dazhuang's ribs. Despite his fat appearance, Fatty was surprisingly agile.

Da Zhuang hurriedly retreated, but the knife tip still tore through his shirt, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his side.

"Little Fatty, you've got some skills!" Da Zhuang wasn't angry at all; instead, he got excited and wielded the steel pipe with great flair as he battled Fatty.

The two sides clashed instantly.

In the darkness, the sounds of steel pipes clashing with machetes, fists slamming into flesh, screams, and curses mingled together.

Although Chen Feng's men were well-trained and coordinated, Mad Dog Qiang's gang was no pushovers either. They were seasoned veterans of street brawls, each one a hardened criminal, and their attacks were swift and ruthless.

"ah--!"

A security guard in black was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the back by a spiked club, falling to the ground with a scream.

"Fuck your mother!" Er Gou's eyes turned red. He flicked his folding knife and stabbed it into the thug's thigh, blood splattering everywhere.

Throughout the chaotic battle, Chen Feng remained standing still.

Two thugs seized the opportunity and pounced on him from the left and right, their machetes gleaming coldly.

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold. He dodged the first blow by sidestepping, and at the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the other man's wrist and twisting it sharply—

"Snap!"

The thug's wrist was twisted and broken. Before he could even scream, Chen Feng's knee had already struck his abdomen, followed by an elbow to the back of his neck, cleanly and efficiently bringing him to the ground.

The other thug was terrified when he saw this. He turned around and tried to run away, but Chen Feng kicked him in the lower back, causing him to fall to the ground and swallow a mouthful of sand.

"Watch out, Feng!"

A monkey's startled cry rang out.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Feng saw a burly thug who had somehow gotten behind him, holding a brick and about to smash it down on the back of his head!

In the nick of time, Chen Feng suddenly ducked and crouched down, the brick flying past his scalp. He then swept his leg, tripping the thug, before leaping onto him and raining down punches on the man's face.

"Fuck your mother! You dare to ambush me!"

Chen Feng beat the thug until his nose bled profusely, his face was covered in blood, and he passed out.

Meanwhile, the battle between Dazhuang and Pangdun also reached a fever pitch.

Both of them were injured. Da Zhuang's left arm was slashed, and blood was flowing down his arm; Pang Dun's eyebrow was also grazed by the steel pipe, and his face was covered in blood.

"You're really something, you bastard!" Fatty panted heavily, his hand holding the knife trembling slightly.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Da Zhuang roared, sweeping the steel pipe across the room.

Fatty raised his knife to block, but he didn't expect it to be a feint. Da Zhuang's left fist followed closely behind, slamming hard into Fatty's chin.

"boom!"

The chubby boy staggered backward, feeling a wave of dizziness.

Dazhuang seized the opportunity to press on, swinging the steel pipe in a wide arc and smashing it towards Pangdun's knee.

"Snap!"

With a sharp crack, the fat man's leg broke instantly, and he collapsed to the ground screaming in agony, like a pig being slaughtered during the Lunar New Year.

"Ah—my leg!" The fat man rolled on the ground clutching his leg, veins bulging on his forehead, his face covered in cold sweat.

With their commander falling to the ground, Mad Dog Qiang's men were thrown into chaos.

Although several of Chen Feng's brothers were injured, their overall fighting strength remained intact. On the other side, seven or eight men had already fallen, and the remaining men looked at the groaning fat man on the ground, their eyes beginning to gleam with fear.

"Bring it on if you want to die!" Chen Feng roared.

He picked up a machete from the ground, the tip of which drew a spark as it scraped across the ground, making a cold, piercing sound.

The group of thugs looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.

One of the thugs threw down the stick he was holding and ran away.

"Let's go! Go back and get help!"

With the first one fleeing, the rest completely broke down and scrambled down the mountain. A few, showing some loyalty, tried to lift the chubby guy and drag him onto the bulldozer, but they couldn't budge him.

"Leave Fatty here!" Chen Feng shouted coldly.

The men trembled with fear. They glanced at the enraged Da Zhuang and the group of men in black wielding steel pipes, and finally released Fatty, fleeing with their heads in their hands.

In a short while, only a mess remained at the entrance of the battlefield, along with a fat man lying on the ground groaning and several unconscious thugs.

"Brother Feng, should we chase them or not?" Er Gou asked, his folding knife still dripping blood.

"Don't pursue them." Chen Feng shook his head. "Don't chase a cornered enemy. Let them go back and inform Mad Dog Qiang."

He walked up to Fatty and looked down at one of the "Four Great Warriors".

"Go back and tell Mad Dog Qiang, Old Li's battlefield is mine now."

Chen Feng squatted down, looked at the chubby guy on the ground whose face was covered in cold sweat, and suddenly reached out and pinched his chubby cheeks.

"Little fatso, you're so fat you can't even run, and you're trying to make it in society?"

"Go back and have Mad Dog Qiang sign you up for a weight loss class," Chen Feng stood up, dusting off his hands. "Next time you fight, be a little more agile."

Fatty gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment. He knew that his underlings who had run back would immediately notify Mad Dog Qiang to bring his men, which gave him more confidence. "I was careless today. You just wait, Brother Qiang will be here with his men soon. Don't you dare leave!"

Chen Feng looked at the fat man lying on the ground, furious and powerless, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Dazhuang, have someone throw him down the mountain."

Alright!

Dazhuang called to his two brothers, and they dragged Fatty away like a pig.

Chen Feng then turned around, walked to the tightly closed iron gate, and patted it.

"Uncle Li! It's me, Chen Feng! Open the door!"

There was silence for a few seconds inside the iron gate, followed by hurried footsteps and the clanging of chains.

The door opened a crack, and Old Li's wrinkled face peeked out, his bloodshot eyes peering warily outside. When he saw what was outside, he froze.

Seven or eight thugs lay sprawled on the ground, some unconscious, others clutching their heads and groaning. The two yellow bulldozers that had once swaggered around were now sitting alone, their doors wide open, the drivers nowhere to be seen.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and the lingering scent of gunpowder from the battle.

Standing before him was Chen Feng, whose suit was stained with a few drops of blood, but he remained calm and his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Boss Chen...Boss Chen?" Old Li's voice trembled. "...They...left?"

"Uncle Li, stop standing there." Chen Feng pushed open the iron gate and went inside. Turning to Da Zhuang, he ordered, "Drag those useless guys at the gate to the side, don't let them get in the way. Have someone move those two bulldozers and park them inside the sand pit."