Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Although Tie Tou's group outnumbered the others, they were blocked by two bulldozers and a wall of sandbags, and could only squeeze through narrow gaps. Da Zhuang and his men, positioned on higher ground, swung their steel pipes with great force, and for a time they managed to suppress the enemy.

"Hold them off, keep fighting!" Chen Feng shouted from the second floor.

But just then, a strange noise suddenly came from the side wall.

"Damn it, they're coming in! Hold them off!" the monkey exclaimed.

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen dark figures had already scaled the walls from all sides. Snake Eyes was in the lead, his dagger gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Charge in!"

Besieged on all sides!

Chen Feng's men were thrown into chaos. Half of the men originally defending the main gate had to be split up to deal with the flank attack, and a gap instantly appeared in the defensive line.

Iron Head seized the opportunity and led his men to tear open a gap.

"Charge in!"

Forty or fifty people rushed in, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle in the courtyard.

In the chaos, the sounds of steel pipes clashing with machetes, the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh, and screams mingled together.

One of Chen Feng's team members, a young man in black, was surrounded by three thugs. He struggled to defend himself and was finally struck on the back of the head with a stick, collapsing with a muffled groan.

"Brother!" Da Zhuang's eyes were bloodshot. He swept the steel pipe, forcing the three thugs back, but he couldn't care less about anything else.

Just then, Er Gou arrived on his motorcycle, carrying one of his underlings with a black cloth bag on his back. Before the motorcycle had even stopped, he jumped off and charged into the fray. The underling behind cried out, "Hey, Brother Gou, you fucking...abandoned me!" Before he could finish speaking, he and the motorcycle plunged into a stinking ditch.

At this moment, the monkey and Snake Eyes were locked in combat. Snake Eyes' dagger was fast and cunning, aiming only for vital points. The monkey's arm had already been slashed several times, and blood had stained half of his sleeve.

"Damn it!" the monkey gritted his teeth and desperately parried with his folding knife.

Chen Feng rushed down from the second floor, taking down three thugs who were blocking his way, but he was surrounded by more and more people.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Of the twenty-odd brothers, seven or eight had already fallen. The remaining men were still fighting desperately, but they were clearly running out of steam.

"Brother Feng! I can't take it anymore!" Monkey was covered in blood, and his voice was trembling.

Er Gou stuffed a black cloth bag into Chen Feng's hand.

"Fengzi! Should we use it?"

It was that double-barreled shotgun with its barrel sawed off.

"Give me."

He took a deep breath, pulled back the barrel, loaded two bullets, and then stood up abruptly.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

"Bang--!"

A deafening gunshot pierced the night sky.

Chen Feng fired a shot into the sky, sparks flew and spent cartridges flew everywhere.

Everyone was stunned.

The melee stopped instantly, and all eyes were focused on the smoking hunting rifle in Chen Feng's hand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Feng strode forward, pointing his gun at the thugs blocking his way. The men were terrified and quickly made way for him.

He walked through the crowd and stood in front of Mad Dog Qiang.

Mad Dog Qiang stood at the back of the crowd, his face ashen. But he was a seasoned veteran, and quickly regained his composure, reaching behind his waist to pull out a Black Star pistol, which he aimed at Chen Feng.

The two men, one with a long spear and the other with a short spear, were no more than three meters apart.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Chen Feng, you've got guts," Mad Dog gritted his teeth, "but don't forget, I've got a weapon too."

Chen Feng's lips curled slightly upwards, the gun barrel remaining perfectly still: "Brother Qiang, if you move another inch, I'll 'Biu' you."

Mad Dog was stunned for a moment, "Biu?"

He then yelled, "Are you playing with a water gun, you little brat? 'Biu'...we adults say 'bang'!"

Chen Feng was also embarrassed. How did a "Biu" suddenly appear in such a serious occasion with swords clashing?

The atmosphere became slightly awkward because of a "Biu".

Chen Feng coughed and said, "Brother Qiang, your men started messing with my place first. It's not unreasonable for me to defend myself, is it?"

"You son of a bitch, when did this place become your territory?"

Chen Feng pulled out the contract and waved it in front of Mad Dog Qiang. "Just now."

"Chen Feng, you fucking played this trick on me? Did the club see through it? You're just copying others and doing the sand and gravel business."

"Then you don't need to worry about it."

The two talked and cursed for several minutes, arguing face to face and mouth to mouth, but they just wouldn't "Biu," oh, no, it's "Bang."

Suddenly, both of them felt their hands getting tired from holding the guns. Chen Feng spoke first, "Brother Qiang, how about we put our guns down before we talk?"

"Screw you, I'm going to cripple you today." He then raised his other hand, which was holding the gun, and felt a little sore.

Chen Feng felt a surge of disdain.

"You can release it if you want, but you can release it first," Mad Dog Qiang said immediately.

Chen Feng was speechless: "Why should I fire first? If you shoot me in the back, I'm dead. We should fire together."

"Okay, 1, 2, 3, put them all in at once?"

After saying that, the two started counting, and even started spinning around as they counted.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"put!"

......

In an instant, the two men simultaneously shifted their positions, switching their right hands to their left and pointing their guns at each other again.

Mad Dog Qiang cursed with a sinister look on his face, "You little brat, you really aren't honest!"

Chen Feng retorted angrily, "You dog, you're no different."

Everyone around was stunned. Even the underlings who had just been beaten down were speechless. What were the two bosses doing? Were they playing house?

"Alright, stop wasting time. If you're too scared to shoot, don't let it go off accidentally." Chen Feng spoke first, putting down his gun, because he knew that if he shot and killed someone in front of so many people, he would probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

Damn it, I was careless. Mad Dog Qiang's gun was still pointed directly at Chen Feng's forehead. The dark muzzle of the gun got even closer to Chen Feng's head.

"Chen Feng, you fucking believe I'll shoot you right now?" Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly changed his tune, "Pah, I'll 'blast' you!"

Chen Feng remained calm, raising the double-barreled shotgun he had just put down, aiming it directly at Mad Dog Qiang's penis.

"Come on, let me 'Biu' your little brother first," Mad Dog said, covering his groin with his hand.

The people around them looked at each other, and the tense atmosphere suddenly became somewhat delicate again.

The two big shots, holding guns, were talking like kids playing a war game, "biu biu," which was a truly surreal scene.

One of the thugs couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mad Dog Qiang and Chen Feng glared at him at the same time, and the thug immediately shut up in fear.

Stalemate.

A deadlock.

Just then, a series of dense police sirens suddenly came from down the mountain, getting closer and louder.

The piercing siren echoed through the silent valley, like a sharp blade slicing through the frozen air.

This is exactly what happened with the phone call Chen Feng just made.

Mad Dog Qiang's expression changed instantly.

Although he has someone backing him, it's Deputy Director Liu from the branch office, not the police station. In the middle of the night, if the police suddenly show up and he's caught red-handed, even if Deputy Director Liu wants to bail him out, it will take a lot of effort.

Moreover, there are more than a dozen wounded people lying on the ground, covered in blood, with knives, guns, and clubs scattered everywhere. If this is photographed and documented, it will be a clear case of affray and intentional assault, and they might even be accused of being involved in organized crime.

"Damn it!" Mad Dog gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

He stared intently at Chen Feng, his hand gripping the Black Star pistol trembling slightly, wishing he could pull the trigger right now.

But reason told him he couldn't.

Chen Feng's lips curled into a meaningful smile, the gun still steadily pointed at Mad Dog Qiang's penis.

"Brother Qiang, did you hear that? The police are here." His voice was calm and unhurried. "If you want to die here with me, I'm ready."