Underworld: Starting with conquering the most beautiful women

"Yes! Of course I have it!"

Zhao Tai looked at him with a half-smile.

"Don't rush to make promises. What I need you to do isn't as simple as drinking and picking up girls."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"Tell me—who arranged your blind date with Lei Xue today?"

"My mom." Gu Zeyu paused, then added.

"To be precise, it was through a former superior who introduced her to the Lei family."

As soon as Gu Zeyu finished speaking, a hint of disdain flashed across Zhao Tai's eyes, and he clicked his tongue impatiently:

"Zeyu, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're such a grown man, yet you keep talking about your mother all the time, and you don't have any opinions of your own at all."

Gu Zeyu was taken aback by the reprimand and didn't dare to reply.

"Then go back and tell your mom—the blind dates can't stop."

"Huh?" Gu Zeyu was dumbfounded. "Brother Zhao, things have gotten so messy today, how are we supposed to continue?"

"Why not?" Zhao Tai sneered. "Tomorrow, you bring your mother to apologize in person, saying it was all a misunderstanding. Lower your tone and be sincere."

"As long as we can continue this line of inquiry, there's plenty of room for further development."

Gu Zeyu was still a little hesitant: "But Lei Xue clearly isn't interested in me..."

"It's meaningless and that's not important."

Zhao Tai stared at him, his gaze like two intertwined snakes.

"The important thing is—to make Chen Feng unhappy. To make Lei Hu think his sister is about to be taken advantage of by a petty thug. Let them fight each other first."

"Once they lose their composure, their weaknesses become apparent."

As the ancients wisely said, "To take, one must first give."

At this point, Zhao Tai pulled a piece of paper from the drawer, wrote down a name and a number, and pushed it in front of Gu Zeyu.

"This guy's name is Lao Liu. He's a private investigator, specializing in digging up dirt on people. His methods are dirty, but he's very tight-lipped."

"Go find him and ask him to help you investigate Chen Feng."

"Investigate what?"

Zhao Tai stubbed out his cigarette, speaking each word clearly.

"Women, brothers, venues, company, ledgers, vulnerabilities—find out everything he cares about, expose everything about Chen Feng."

Gu Zeyu took the note, carefully folded it, put it in his pocket, and nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Tai suddenly laughed—a laugh that was even more unsettling than when he wasn't laughing.

"Zeyu, I have one more question for you."

"Brother Zhao, please speak."

"You know, if Lei Hu found out—his sister not only got involved with a thug, but might even have been slept with by him…"

He paused, as if savoring the weight of those words.

What will he think?

Gu Zeyu was taken aback at first, then his eyes slowly brightened.

"Brother Zhao, you mean...?"

Some things don't necessarily have to be true.

Zhao Tai leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. "As long as someone believes, that's enough."

"A guy like Lei Hu cares about three things most—face, his sister, and territory. Just find the right moment to whisper something in his ear, and he'll explode. We won't even need to lift a finger; he and Chen Feng will already be fighting."

Two dogs fight, play off.

Gu Zeyu became more and more excited as he listened, forgetting even the pain on his face.

"Brilliant! Brother Zhao, absolutely brilliant!"

Zhao Tai ignored his flattery.

He stood up and walked to the window.

The night outside the window was deep, but the music in the pool was still playing, and the lights reflected on the water were colorful, like a bizarre dream.

Zhao Tai, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazed through the glass at the dark outline of the city in the distance. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling ruthlessness.

"Chen Feng, you fucking love stealing my women and ruining my plans, don't you? Well then, let's have some fun. I want to see what a country bumpkin who crawled out of the mud can do to me."

Gu Zeyu stood behind him, unconsciously swallowing.

He suddenly felt that the slap he received on the face today might have been God pushing him onto the table.

Following Zhao Tai will lead to a bright future.

As for Chen Feng?

He's just a scoundrel, he can't cause any trouble.

-

Outside the villa area.

At the end of a dark alley, a broken bread cart with its engine off sat in the shadows.

The car window was half open, and a faint smell of smoke wafted out of the car.

Kuroko put down his binoculars, rubbed his sore eyes, and muttered a curse under his breath:

"Damn, they've been hiding it pretty well. Dongcheng District, Zhang Donglin's territory... No wonder we couldn't find anything about it before."

-

The next morning, just after eight o'clock.

A black Mercedes-Benz came to a smooth stop in front of Taiping Mansion.

Gu Zeyu got out of the car first, dressed in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed.

His cheeks were still swollen, but he didn't try to hide it.

He quickly walked around to the back door, bent down and reached out—a very well-maintained hand touched his.

Gu's mother, Liu Lihua, was in her early fifties. She wore a navy blue Chanel suit and a string of South Sea gold beads around her neck. Her noble air was tinged with shrewdness.

She glanced at the lintel of Taiping Mansion, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Let's go."

The mother and son stepped up the stairs, one after the other.

Upon seeing the impressive presence of the visitor, the security guard immediately went inside to report.

Three minutes later, in the living room.

Lei Hu, dressed in a gray cotton-linen shirt, sat on the main sofa with a set of Kung Fu tea utensils in front of him.

He didn't get up, but simply held his teacup and slowly skimmed the tea foam.

After entering the room, Gu Zeyu first bowed respectfully.

"Brother Lei, what happened yesterday was my fault. I brought my mother here specifically to apologize to you."

Liu Lihua followed closely behind, her face bearing just the right amount of apology—neither obsequious nor humble, but with a sufficiently low posture.

"Mr. Lei, my son is ignorant and has offended your sister. As her mother, I am truly ashamed."

She gestured to the driver to bring the things in.

Two boxes of wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain, a set of custom-made jadeite bracelets, and a Hetian jade pendant—all of excellent quality.

The ginseng was a gesture of respect to the elders, the bracelet was a token of Lei Xue's sincerity, and the jade pendant was a sign of respect for Lei Hu.

Everything was chosen perfectly.

Lei Hu glanced at it but didn't move.

"Madam Gu, please have a seat."

After Liu Lihua sat down, she didn't rush to promote her son, but instead chatted about everyday things.

"Mr. Lei, I met your mother at a tea party a while ago, and we got along very well. She's in excellent spirits and speaks with a strong voice."

Lei Hu was slightly taken aback.

This woman is quite remarkable.

Liu Lihua continued, "My son has been spoiled since he was little; he can't keep his mouth shut. I already gave him a good talking-to yesterday."

Gu Zeyu immediately lowered his head, his expression so sincere it couldn't be more genuine.

"Brother Lei, it was my fault for speaking carelessly and saying things I shouldn't have, which upset your sister."

Lei Hu's gaze lingered on his face for a moment. The handprint was still clearly visible even after a night.

"What happened to your face?" Lei Hu put down his teacup, his voice indifferent.

What happened to your face?

This is exactly the problem that Gu Zeyu has been waiting for.

Gu Zeyu gave a wry smile and touched his face.

"Brother Lei, to be honest..."

He paused, looked up, and his eyes held a restrained grievance—perfectly balanced.

"Yesterday I treated Miss Lei to dinner, just the two of us, having a proper conversation. Suddenly, someone burst in and started attacking her without saying a word."