Underworld: Starting with conquering the most beautiful women

Several of his cronies nearby also burst into laughter.

"Didn't you go on a blind date? Did you try to force yourself on her and get beaten up?"

"Damn it, your face is asymmetrical, it's not artistic enough."

Zhao Tai laughed until tears almost came out, and the young model in his arms joined in the commotion.

Gu Zeyu's face turned pale and then red, filled with shame and anger. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Brother Zhao, it wasn't a girl who hit me. It was a man."

Zhao Tai's laughter paused, and he raised an eyebrow: "A man? What man?"

Gu Zeyu gritted his teeth and said, feeling aggrieved, "Brother Zhao, this person... seems to know you."

Zhao Tai's smile faltered: "You know me? Who are you?"

Gu Zeyu swallowed.

He said his name was Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng?"

Zhao Tai's eyes instantly darkened.

His face, which had been smiling, suddenly turned cold.

"Damn it, what a small world!"

"What else did he say?"

Gu Zeyu stammered, seemingly hesitant to speak.

"And you...you..."

"Stop fucking beating around the bush and get to the point!"

"You're nothing but a little bastard."

"Snapped!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Tai slapped Gu Zeyu hard across the other side of his face.

Now it's symmetrical.

Gu Zeyu covered his other cheek, almost bursting into tears.

"Brother Zhao, it wasn't me who said it, it was him!"

Zhao Tai was so angry that his eyes twitched, and the veins on his hand holding the wine glass bulged.

"Little bastard"—these were the three words he hated most to be mentioned.

These are the three words he hates most to be mentioned.

Being the illegitimate son of the Zhao family patriarch was always the deepest thorn in his heart; anyone who dared to mention it would die.

Now that Chen Feng dares to curse him to his face, it's like stepping on his face.

Zhao Tai suddenly stood up and kicked over the table next to him.

Bottles and fruit were smashed on the ground, startling several young models who screamed and backed away.

"Damn you, Chen Feng—I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Zhao Tai was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Gu Zeyu stood by, trembling with fear, not daring to utter a sound.

Zhao Tai walked back and forth a few steps, then suddenly stopped and stared at Gu Zeyu.

"You mean... he's with Lei Xue?"

"Yes." Gu Zeyu nodded quickly, "He ruined my plans and even said that Lei Xue was his person."

A chilling glint flashed in Zhao Tai's eyes.

His face was full of hostility as he grabbed the bikini-clad woman next to him and pulled her over.

Then, he grabbed the woman's hair.

The woman screamed.

"Ah—Young Master Zhao…"

Zhao Tai gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

"I'm really angry right now."

"Destroy it!"

His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a perverse, twisted ruthlessness.

The other girls by the pool fell silent; some secretly backed away, while others turned their faces away, unable to look.

Gu Zeyu rubbed his symmetrically swollen cheeks, watching Zhao Tai in front of everyone by the pool...

Upon seeing this, the surrounding young men burst into laughter, whistling and making a ruckus, instantly making the atmosphere even more lewd and chaotic.

Gu Zeyu was left standing to the side, his face burning with pain, but he also felt a sense of relief.

At least, Zhao Tai was genuinely angry.

Chen Feng, you're in trouble.

Meanwhile, outside the villa area, Monkey's men had already noted down the house numbers and quietly sent out the message.

Zhao Tai has been found.

-

Five minutes later, Zhao Tai finished the fight and walked back from the poolside.

The girl was still kneeling on the spot, her hair disheveled, retching violently.

Zhao Tai didn't even glance at her, but waved to Gu Zeyu.

"Come here and talk."

Gu Zeyu quickly moved over, and the two sat down under the parasol.

Zhao Tai picked up a half-empty bottle of red wine, took two gulps straight down his throat, wiped his mouth, and his tone had cooled from rage to a more dangerous calm.

His eyes were cold, and he spoke slowly:

"I'm asking you, did Chen Feng say Lei Xue is one of his people?"

"Yes." Gu Zeyu nodded quickly without hesitation. "And it wasn't just what he said; his demeanor... clearly showed that he was protecting Lei Xue as if she were his own woman."

Zhao Tai narrowed his eyes: "What about Lei Xue? What was her reaction?"

Gu Zeyu recalled for a moment, then covered his swollen face and said, "She didn't resist. And the way she looked at Chen Feng... seemed off."

"It's like...something's interesting. Not just a normal friendship."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tai was taken aback for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"interesting."

"That's fucking hilarious."

He slowly put down his wine glass, his gaze gradually darkening.

"How could Lei Hu, with his fiery temper, tolerate his sister associating with such a peasant?"

Or perhaps...

Zhao Tai paused for a moment, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Lei Hu, has he started taking sides too?"

As soon as he said that, the people around him quieted down a bit.

Most of the people who hang out with Zhao Tai aren't exactly smart. They're good at drinking, picking up girls, and showing off their wealth, but when it comes to something that requires brains, their brains aren't up to the task.

A young man in a floral shirt approached, grinning mischievously, and said:

"Young Master Zhao, how about I find a few men and give that kid a good beating tonight? So he won't get too cocky."

Zhao Tai turned and glanced at him.

That look in his eyes was like he was looking at a fool.

"Fuck your sister, what are you talking about?"

"Do you think he's some kind of watermelon vendor on the street? Someone you can just chop up and cut off?"

"Have you forgotten how Mad Dog Qiang, Ninth Master, and their gang fell?"

The man in the floral shirt immediately shrank back sheepishly, not daring to utter another word.

Zhao Tai sneered, picked up his wine glass, and took another swig.

"Strike the snake at its vital spot; kill a man by destroying his spirit."

"You can't fight this kind of person by brute force."

"Make him feel the pain, make him kneel, make him know who did it, and make sure he can't do anything about it."

Gu Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"Brother Zhao, so... what do we do about this?"

Zhao Tai did not answer immediately.

He slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the pool, and looked at the woman who was still slumped on the ground.

When the woman saw him approaching, she shrank back in fright, her eyes filled with terror.

Zhao Tai squatted down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to raise her head.

"See that?"

"Some people in this world are as good as dogs."

"If I'm happy, I'll tease him a bit; if I'm not happy, I'll kick him away."

After saying that, he shoved her face away like he was throwing away trash, stood up, and looked at Gu Zeyu again.

"Chen Feng is currently riding high. He just killed Ninth Master, and the people below are still enthusiastic about him."

"A head-on confrontation at this time will only make him look more like a hero."

Zhao Tai's lips curled up, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"What I want to do is first lift him up, then smash him to death."

Gu Zeyu didn't quite understand, but he knew that the most important thing at this time was to show support.

"Brother Zhao is brilliant."

"Tall my ass." Zhao Tai waved his hand impatiently. "Come in."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the villa.

Gu Zeyu didn't dare to delay and quickly followed.

The two walked through the brightly lit living room, went upstairs, and pushed open the door to the study.

Once the door was closed, most of the noise outside was immediately shut out.

Zhao Tai sat down in the boss's chair, lit a cigarette, and the white smoke he exhaled slowly dissipated under the light.

"Zeyu, haven't you always wanted to achieve something to show your dad?"

Gu Zeyu's eyes lit up: "Brother Zhao, you have connections?"

"Yes," Zhao Tai flicked his cigarette ash, his voice unhurried, "but it depends on whether you have the guts."