Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"This...this is one of Mad Dog Qiang's men?" Bald General Manager Li's voice trembled slightly. "General Manager Chen, if a fight breaks out..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Li." Chen Feng paused at the door, turned back, and gave everyone a very calm look. "Today is an auspicious day; seeing blood is considered unlucky. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left, closing the conference room door behind him to shut out the panic inside.

The atmosphere at the main gate of the battlefield was tense.

Dazhuang, along with a dozen or so brothers, armed with rubber batons, stood firmly in front of the group of thugs. The thugs, not to be outdone, were led by Tie Tou, a bald man with a shiny bald head and a gold chain around his neck.

Iron Head didn't bring his knife today, but he was carrying a brass clock in one hand and holding onto a huge white wreath in the other, standing arrogantly at the gate.

"Get out of the way! Don't you know the rules?" Tie Tou roared at the top of his lungs. "I heard this lousy place is having its grand opening today, and Brother Qiang specially sent me to deliver a big gift! It's called 'a lucky start,' you know? I wish you 'prosperous business'!"

"Hahahaha!" The thugs behind him let out a shrill laugh.

"Fuck your mother!" Da Zhuang, with his fiery temper, glared and was about to charge forward. "How dare you act wildly here? I'll cripple you!"

"Dazhuang".

A calm voice came from behind.

Da Zhuang froze, stopping abruptly in his tracks. He turned around and shouted, "Brother Feng! These bastards are going too far!"

Chen Feng walked down the steps unhurriedly, his hands in his pockets. Sunlight shone on his profile, outlining a cold, hard line.

He stopped two meters away from Tie Tou, his gaze sweeping over the wreath and clock before finally settling on Tie Tou's face.

"Iron Head Bro, right?" Chen Feng smiled, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and said, "Brother Qiang, you're too kind. You're going to such lengths to open a business."

Tie Tou was taken aback by Chen Feng's reaction. He paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously, "Chen Feng, stop pretending. Brother Qiang asked me to tell you something: the situation in Nancheng hasn't changed yet. You have to accept this gift today, whether you like it or not! If you know what's good for you, close the door and get out of here, or else..."

He deliberately raised the grandfather clock in his hand high, as if to smash it to the ground: "This is what happens to you Fenghua Building Materials!"

Chen Feng exhaled a puff of smoke. Far from being angry, he took a step forward, lowered his voice, and spoke in a volume only the two of them could hear:

"Or what? Do you want to kneel down and beg for mercy like you did on Red Sister's bed?"

Iron Head's hand, which was holding the clock, suddenly froze in mid-air.

His fleshy face instantly shifted from arrogance to astonishment, followed by an undisguised panic. His eyes widened like saucers as he stared intently at Chen Feng.

"What...what did you say?"

Chen Feng's smile deepened, a playful glint in his eyes. He leaned closer, as if whispering to an old friend:

"Iron Head Bro, I never would have guessed. A tough guy like you actually likes that kind of thing. How can you be so perverted? 'Mommy...slap me'...tsk tsk tsk, if Mad Dog Qiang knew that his most trusted brother slept with his woman and that she's a masochist..."

Chen Feng paused deliberately, then reached out and gently patted Tie Tou's stiff cheek. "Tell me, what do you think Brother Qiang will do with you? Will he chop you up and feed you to the dogs, or will he peel off your beautiful skin?"

boom!

These words struck Tie Tou like a bolt from the blue, hitting him squarely on the head.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, streaming down his bald head and into his eyes, stinging painfully. But he dared not blink, much less move.

Hong Gu is Mad Dog Qiang's kept woman; that's an open secret in the underworld. But his affair with Hong Gu, and his unusual sexual preferences, are top secret! No one knows anything about them except Hong Gu!

How did Chen Feng know? Could it be...?

Countless thoughts flashed through Tie Tou's mind, and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. He knew Mad Dog Qiang's methods all too well; if this matter were to be exposed, even death would be a relief for him.

The henchmen around him were all somewhat dumbfounded by what they saw.

Iron Head Bro, who was just threatening to cause trouble, suddenly became frozen in place after Chen Feng whispered a few words to him. He stood there dumbfounded, holding a clock, his face as white as paper.

"Iron Head Bro? Shall we smash it or not?" one of the henchmen whispered as he approached.

"Smash your mother's ass!"

Tie Tou suddenly came to his senses and kicked the underling in the leg to cover up his inner panic.

Chen Feng took a step back, restored his normal voice, pointed to the wreath and clock, and said calmly, "Brother Tie Tou, this gift is too valuable; my little temple can't accept it. But this wreath looks quite new; why don't you take it back and keep it for yourself?"

Iron Head's knuckles were white as he gripped the clock; he was trembling.

It was a reaction intertwined with extreme anger and extreme fear.

He wanted to fight, to tear this young man who knew his Achilles' heel to pieces. But he didn't dare. Since Chen Feng could say it, he must have evidence. If he made a move, and that evidence fell into Mad Dog Qiang's hands, he would be finished.

"You...you're ruthless!" Tie Tou gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

"Likewise." Chen Feng flicked his cigarette ash. "Take your things and get out. Don't force me to return the 'gift' to Brother Qiang."

Tie Tou took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

Just when everyone thought a major battle was about to break out, Tie Tou suddenly shoved the clock in his hand into the arms of the young man carrying the wreath.

"withdraw!"

"Huh? Boss, you're leaving already?" The underlings were dumbfounded.

"I said let's go! Are you deaf?!" Tie Tou roared angrily, turning around and walking towards the dump truck, his steps appearing somewhat chaotic and hurried.

"Wait a minute," Chen Feng called out slowly, walking towards Tie Tou as if taking a stroll.

Tie Tou abruptly stopped, turning around to find the gold chain around his neck jingling. His face was as white as the white cloth on the wreath: "You... what else do you want?!"

Chen Feng stood in front of him, squinting as he looked the shiny bald head up and down. Suddenly, he grinned and said, "Brother Iron Head, it's my venue's opening day today, and you sending a wreath was really bad luck. It's only fair to return the favor with a small gift to teach you a lesson, isn't that reasonable?"

Chen Feng, too lazy to waste words, first stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it aside. Then, like an old man picking watermelons at a market, he extended his index finger and gently tapped Tie Tou's round, bald forehead twice.

"Thump! Thump!"

The sound was crisp and resonant, like striking a perfectly cooked iron pot.

"Wow, the feel is amazing!" Chen Feng exclaimed exaggeratedly. "The brightness, the curve, it's like it was made for playing! Iron Head, do you usually play it by yourself in front of the mirror at home?"

Dazhuang and the others couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, with some even squatting on the ground clutching their stomachs.

Tie Tou was so angry that his face turned as red as Guan Yu's, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, but he didn't dare to make a move. He could only stand there frozen like a wooden stake.

Seeing this, Chen Feng became even more excited. He deliberately put his middle finger to his lips, exaggeratedly exhaled a large "ha—", the hot air rising into a small white mist in the winter air, and then aimed at the brightest spot in the center of Tie Tou's forehead, like flicking a glass marble—

"despair!!!"