Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Okay." Chen Feng nodded. "Arrange for a team to clear the way ahead and behind the vehicle, just in case!"

"It's all arranged."

He opened the passenger door and said to Lao Zhang in the driver's seat, "Lao Zhang, I'll be escorting the car today. Follow my instructions on the road and drive carefully."

Old Zhang, a driver in his forties, was in the driver's seat. He used to work for Wang Defa's fleet, was highly skilled, and a steady and reliable person. He nodded quickly, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his voice: "Alright, Boss Chen! With you personally driving, there won't be any problems! I promise I'll drive very smoothly!"

Dazhuang and Ergou also got into the following cars. All the drivers fastened their seat belts, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and were ready to go.

Chen Feng walked to the front of the convoy, turned around, his gaze sweeping over the dozen or so neatly lined dump trucks, then looking at the workers and his brothers watching from the sidelines. He took a deep breath. The morning light shone on his face, outlining his resolute features.

He slowly raised his right hand, then swung it down sharply, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the entire battlefield:

"Set off!"

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen dump trucks turned on their hazard lights at the same time, the red lights standing out conspicuously in the morning light.

Immediately afterwards, a series of horn blasts rang out, the powerful sound of the horns intertwining and making the ground tingle slightly, spreading out towards the distant highway.

Before the morning mist had completely dissipated, a dozen dump trucks drove out of the sand pit in a long procession, heading towards the city along the winding road.

Chen Feng sat in the passenger seat of the first car, his gaze sweeping across everything ahead through the windshield. Da Zhuang and Er Gou each led a car behind them.

"Brother Feng, there's a dangerous stretch of road ahead," Old Zhang said seriously, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"What dangerous road?"

"The road ahead has a steep mountain wall on one side and a cliff tens of meters high on the other side, which is the only way for the convoy."

"A cliff?" Chen Feng frowned, took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. His eyes were fixed on the roadside, observing the situation.

The convoy drove smoothly for more than ten minutes, but after a sharp turn, the lead car carrying Chen Feng suddenly braked.

The tires screeched across the ground, and more than a dozen fully loaded dump trucks came to a stop one after another, the long steel dragon freezing in mid-air.

Not far ahead, a rusty heavy dump truck, like a giant beast blocking the way, stood firmly across the middle of the narrow road, completely blocking the way.

Behind the truck stood about twenty thugs wielding steel pipes and machetes. The leader was a burly man with a scarred face; his shirt was open, revealing a menacing wolf head tattoo on his chest, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression one of utter arrogance. His name was Feng Biao, one of Mad Dog Qiang's most trusted men besides the "Four Great Vajras," a notorious ruthless outlaw, fearless in fights and reckless in his actions.

Even more alarming, five or six enormous gasoline drums lay prominently at their feet. Several thugs held torches, the flames flickering in the morning breeze, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Dazhuang, Ergou, stay in the car, don't get out." Chen Feng calmly issued the first order through the walkie-talkie.

He pushed open the car door and got out alone, his steps steady and showing no sign of nervousness.

"Hey, isn't this Boss Chen? Escorting the truck himself?" Crazy Biao spat out his cigarette butt, stomped it under his foot, and laughed arrogantly. "What bad luck! My truck broke down, blocking Boss Chen's path to wealth. I'm really sorry!"

The thugs behind him burst into laughter, banging their steel pipes on the ground with a provocative "clang, clang."

Chen Feng stopped ten meters away from the other party, his gaze passing over Feng Biao and landing on the truck blocking the road and the gasoline drums beside it. He said calmly, "A broken car can be repaired, and a blocked road can be cleared. Name your price, how much will it cost to move the car?"

"Hahahaha!" Crazy Biao laughed as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "Boss Chen is indeed straightforward! But our Brother Qiang said that nobody's getting through this road today! Brother Qiang also told me to pass a message to Boss Chen: in Nancheng, the sky still belongs to the Qiang! If you know what's good for you, dump this batch of goods into the ditch yourself; at least it'll fertilize the flowers and grass in the mountains!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of his men unscrewed the cap of a gasoline can, and the pungent smell of gasoline instantly filled the air. Feng Biao took a torch, weighed it in his hand, and stared coldly at the convoy behind Chen Feng.

"Boss Chen, your dozen or so new cars look really impressive. If you set them on fire, the fireworks would be even more spectacular than New Year's fireworks!"

A blatant threat!

The drivers in the convoy all paled. They were ordinary people earning a living on wages; who had ever seen a vehicle about to be burned? A commotion came over the walkie-talkie; some drivers were already having second thoughts.

"Boss... these... these people are crazy! Should we... go back first?"

"Yes, Mr. Chen, if the car burns, the loss will be enormous!"

Chen Feng ignored the voice on the walkie-talkie. He just stared at Feng Biao quietly, a cold smile suddenly appearing on his lips.

"Burn my car?" He took a step forward, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears. "You believe me, before you set my first car on fire, I can make you and your gang die with this piece of junk?"

Crazy Biao's expression changed: "Are you trying to scare me?"

"You try it!" Chen Feng's gaze, as cold as a Siberian blast, swept over the thugs clutching gasoline cans. "Gasoline is flammable; it catches fire easily. With the wind so strong, sparks are flying everywhere. What if you accidentally... set yourselves on fire first? Wouldn't that be a terrible waste?"

His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling ruthlessness. The thugs carrying the gasoline cans instinctively took a step back, distancing themselves from the "big thing" in their hands.

Crazy Biao's eyes hardened; he knew that if he didn't get serious today, he wouldn't be able to intimidate the young man in front of him.

"Brothers! Let's give Boss Chen's lead car a little something extra!"

At a command, a thug picked up a can of gasoline, grinned maliciously, and poured it on Chen Feng's lead car!

"Splash—"

Yellow liquid was splashed on the front of the car and the windshield, flowing down the car body and pooling on the ground.

Crazy Biao raised his torch, a cruel smile spreading across his face: "You little brat, I'll count to three! Either get lost, or... we'll both turn into human torches!"

"three!"

The atmosphere in the convoy was extremely tense. Old Zhang gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

"two!"

Chen Feng turned around abruptly, opened the car door, and sat back in the passenger seat.

Crazy Biao thought he was scared, and his smile became even more smug.

However, the next second, Chen Feng's cold and resolute voice rang out in the driver's cab of every car through the walkie-talkie!

"Listen up, all drivers!"

"Shift to first gear, floor the accelerator! Crash through!"

"What?!" All the drivers were stunned. Gasoline was still poured on the front of the car, and there were torches in front of it—driving into it was suicidal!

"I'll repeat myself, floor the gas!" Chen Feng's voice was devoid of emotion, as hard as steel. "Anyone who dares to back down is fired right now! Whoever pushes through will get their bonus tripled this month! If the car gets damaged, it's on me!"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men, and what's more, Chen Feng's unquestionable command carried a magical power, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts!