Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The taxi sped through the streets of Donghai on a rainy night, the neon lights outside the window casting hazy streaks of light.

In the back seat, Liu Yu held Chen Feng's head tightly, letting him rest his head on her plump thighs. Chen Feng was burning hot, like a furnace, and even through the thin stockings, that astonishing heat seemed to penetrate Liu Yu's flesh.

"Driver, please drive faster!" Liu Yu urged.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Chen Feng reeked of alcohol and had blood on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dare to ask any more questions and stepped on the gas pedal.

In his dazed state, Chen Feng felt as if his head was about to explode and his stomach was churning, but a pleasant fragrance lingered around his nose—it was Liu Yu's scent, mixed with shower gel and a faint body odor, which calmed his nausea slightly.

"Idiot... what a complete idiot..." Liu Yu kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue, cursing under her breath.

Chen Feng struggled to open his eyes, and through his blurry vision, he saw Liu Yu's tear-streaked face. Normally, this woman was always sharp-tongued and unforgiving, but now she had bitten her teeth in worry for him.

"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Chen Feng grinned, trying to smile, but then he gagged again.

"Shut up!" Liu Yu covered his mouth with her warm hand. "Save your energy!"

When I got back to the attic, it was already past midnight.

It took Liu Yu a great deal of effort to carry Chen Feng, a burly man weighing over 180 pounds, upstairs. As soon as they entered, the two collapsed onto Chen Feng's folding bed.

"It's so heavy... Did you grow up eating feed?" Liu Yu gasped for breath, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face, her chest heaving violently.

Chen Feng lay on the bed, his breathing heavy and rumbling. The aftereffects of that bottle of strong liquor had fully kicked in, and coupled with the internal energy he had used to forcefully suppress his injuries, the backlash was now surging like a tidal wave as soon as he relaxed. He felt two streams of energy surging within him: one was the heat of the alcohol, and the other was the "energy" taught by the old beggar, automatically protecting his body.

"Water..." he murmured unconsciously.

Liu Yu quickly got up to pour water. When she returned, she found Chen Feng unconsciously tearing at his collar, two buttons popping off, revealing his bright red chest, with veins throbbing faintly visible under his skin, his whole body as red as a boiled shrimp.

"Why is it so hot?" Liu Yu reached out and touched his forehead; it was alarmingly hot. "Could it be alcohol poisoning and a fever?"

She panicked and tried to get a towel to apply a cold compress to his wrist. Just as she turned around, Chen Feng grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go..." Chen Feng's voice was hoarse and rough, carrying a vulnerable quality like that of a wounded beast.

Liu Yu's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at him. Chen Feng's eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, clearly talking nonsense. But his hand was gripping her tightly, his palm burning hot, making her wrist numb, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I'm not leaving, I'll go get you a towel," Liu Yu coaxed softly, like she was coaxing a child.

Chen Feng then slowly released his grip.

Liu Yu brought over a basin of cold water, wrung out a towel, unbuttoned Chen Feng's shirt, and began to wipe his body.

This man's physique... is really amazing.

Liu Yu's hand trembled slightly as she rubbed her abdomen.

Even when drunk, this guy still has an amazing presence, a big, bulging lump.

"You scoundrel...you're still not behaving even when you're drunk." Liu Yu bit her lip, feeling her mouth dry. She subconsciously bit her lip again and tightened her grip.

Just then, the sound of high heels came from outside the door.

Lin Fang is back.

She pushed open the door, looking exhausted, carrying a bag of medicine and two takeout boxes of late-night snacks. Seeing the scene inside, she paused for a moment, then placed the items on the table and quickly walked over.

"How is it?" Lin Fang took off her coat, knelt down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to check Chen Feng's breath.

"He has a high fever and keeps talking nonsense." Liu Yu, as if caught doing something wrong, quickly withdrew her hand from Chen Feng's stomach and threw the towel into the basin of water.

Lin Fang didn't notice Liu Yu's unusual behavior. She frowned and looked at Chen Feng with a complicated expression: "This kid is really reckless. I heard about it in the club. He downed two bottles of 60-proof bulk liquor in one go. Even Sister Hong was stunned."

"Sister Fang, will he be alright?" Liu Yu asked worriedly.

"He won't die." Lin Fang took out hangover medicine and glucose from the bag. "His physical condition is frighteningly good. If it were someone else, they would have been sent to the ICU for a stomach pump by now, but he actually managed to walk back."

Lin Fang skillfully pried open Chen Feng's mouth, stuffed the medicine in, and then poured it down his throat with the water that Liu Yu brought.

After feeding the medicine, Lin Fang slumped onto the carpet, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at the unconscious Chen Feng with somewhat unfocused eyes.

"Yuyu, do you know what?" Lin Fang exhaled a smoke ring, her voice low, "Wang Defa's gathering tonight was a dead end. Although Sister Hong is capable, she can't completely offend a major client for the sake of a newcomer. If Chen Feng hadn't drunk that bottle of wine, that girl named Xiaoya would definitely have been taken away tonight, and her fate would have been terrible."

Liu Yu fell silent, clutching the wet towel tightly in her hand.

"These days, there aren't many foolish men like this anymore." Lin Fang reached out and brushed aside Chen Feng's sweaty bangs.

Looking into Lin Fang's eyes, Liu Yu suddenly felt a pang of sadness: "Sister Fang, you wouldn't have fallen for this country bumpkin, would you?"

Lin Fang turned her head, looking at Liu Yu with a half-smile: "What? You've got your eye on her? If you have, I'll let you try her out first?"

"Pah! Who cares!" Liu Yu's face instantly turned bright red, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I only took care of him because I felt sorry for him!"

"Alright, alright, you're the kindest person." Lin Fang stubbed out her cigarette, stood up, and stretched, revealing her perfect curves. "I'm going to take a shower; I smell of smoke and alcohol. Keep an eye on him tonight. If he throws up or his fever gets worse, call me."

Lin Fang took her pajamas into the bathroom.

Liu Yu sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and looking at Chen Feng's angular face.

Perhaps the medicine was working, or perhaps the energy in his body had calmed down, Chen Feng's breathing gradually became steady, and his brows relaxed.

As if possessed, Liu Yu reached out and gently poked Chen Feng's cheek with her finger.

It's hard and a bit prickly.

"Idiot," she muttered, "If you ruin your stomach, who's going to care?"

She lay down by the bed and fell asleep without realizing it.

……

The next morning.

When Chen Feng woke up, he felt sore all over, as if he had been taken apart and put back together. But miraculously, his head didn't hurt anymore, and although his stomach felt a little empty and uncomfortable, it didn't have that burning sensation.

The breathing technique the old beggar taught me really worked. Last night, while I was fast asleep, that warm energy circulated throughout my body all night, forcing out most of the alcohol.

He moved his arm and found that his right arm felt heavy.

Looking down, he saw Liu Yu sleeping soundly beside his bed, one hand still tightly gripping his. The morning light shone on her face, making the fine downy hairs clearly visible. Her lips were slightly pouting, and she looked exceptionally docile, lacking her usual fierce and aggressive nature.

Her neckline was a little loose, and from Chen Feng's angle, he could see a tempting cleavage and the softness of her chest.

Chen Feng's throat tightened, and the anger that had been suppressed last night was about to rise again.

He carefully tried to pull his hand away, not wanting to wake her.

But as soon as she moved, Liu Yu woke up.

She rubbed her eyes groggily, looked up and saw Chen Feng staring at her with wide eyes. She paused for a couple of seconds, then sat bolt upright. "You're awake? How are you feeling? Are you nauseous? Do you want to throw up?"

A barrage of questions came like a machine gun.

Chen Feng looked at the dark circles under her eyes and the marks from the pressure points around them, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. This was probably the first time since leaving home that someone had stayed by his side like this.

"I'm fine." Chen Feng's voice was still a little hoarse. "Thank you, Sister Yu."

That "Sister Yu" was called with exceptional sincerity.

Liu Yu paused for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly, then straightened her face: "Who's your sister! Don't try to get close to me! Get up if you have nothing to do, you smell awful!"

Although she complained, she got up and went to pour water very quickly.

At that moment, Lin Fang's door opened.

She leaned against the doorway in a silk robe, holding a cup of black coffee, looking at Chen Feng with a meaningful smile on her lips:

"You're awake? Perfect, I have some good news for you."

Chen Feng sat up, the blanket slipping off to reveal his muscular upper body: "What?"

Lin Fang walked over and said, "Sister Hong just sent me a text message." Lin Fang took a sip of coffee, her eyes filled with admiration, "Starting today, you are officially promoted to deputy leader of Internal Security Team Three, and your salary will double to one thousand."

Chen Feng was somewhat bewildered.

"Also," Lin Fang leaned down and whispered in Chen Feng's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Sister Hong asked me to tell you that she admires your 'drinking capacity.' When you go to work tonight, go straight to her office."

Chen Feng smelled the fragrance on Lin Fang's body and felt that it was even more intoxicating than the wine from last night.

But he also sensed another layer of meaning in Lin Fang's words—it was a warning, and also a reminder.

In this arena of fame and fortune, Chen Feng has officially obtained his ticket to the game. The price is a bottle of strong liquor, but this is just the beginning.

"Understood." Chen Feng's eyes sharpened again. "I'll go."