Chapter 60: Zheng Shuting's Gift

The billiard hall was already in utter ruin.
Not a single intact table remained.
Most of the fluorescent lights were shattered, and the electrical wires on the ceiling sputtered with bursts of sparks.

Chu Feng sat atop the billiard hall's counter, flanked by Mengzi holding a rubber baton and Zheng Shuting in her high heels.

"You were wrong?" Chu Feng glanced sideways at Sun Xiang, who was kneeling on the ground.

Sun Xiang kept his head lowered, his face bruised and swollen. "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Where did you source this merchandise of yours?" Chu Feng twirled a small transparent jar in his hand.

"It's... it's from the black market," Sun Xiang muttered, keeping his head down.

"You mean that second-hand goods alley under Ying Tianlong's name, don't you?" Chu Feng's eyes, sharp as a falcon's, fixed on Sun Xiang.

Not daring to lie, Sun Xiang nodded repeatedly.

"Good grief." Chu Feng felt a jolt of secret astonishment. He had previously assumed this Ying Tianlong was merely a bodyguard by Zhang Fuqiang's side, but now it was clear that Ying Tianlong was absolute king of Jiangcheng's underworld!

Furthermore, dealing in such vile goods was completely intolerable to the laws of heaven and earth.

"Get lost immediately. Don't let me ever cross paths with you in Jiangcheng again, or else... consider your head detached from your shoulders."

Chu Feng stood up and gave a brief gesture to his men, who immediately filed out after him.

Sun Fu hurried over to help Sun Xiang up. "Brother! What are we going to..."

*Slap!*

A harsh blow landed across Sun Fu's face.

Sun Xiang's eyes were practically splitting from rage. "Look at the brilliant idea you came up with! Dammit, could anyone who easily conquers the Emperor Nightclub and makes a woman like Zheng Shuting obey him docilely ever be an ordinary person?"

"I... I had no idea!" Sun Fu whimpered as he knelt on the ground.

"Let's go! Before Chu Feng changes his mind, we are getting out of Jiangcheng!" Remembering the terrifying, fiendish expressions of Chu Feng and his crew, Sun Xiang felt a chill run straight through his heart.

Though he had plenty of underlings of his own, compared to Chu Feng, the difference was like heaven and earth.

***

Upon returning to the nightclub, Zheng Shuting flew into a rage at the staff who had been derelict in their duties.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng had been assigned to the third-floor bathhouse to unwind and relax.

True to its reputation as Jiangcheng's largest entertainment complex, the Emperor boasted KTVs, bars, and bathing facilities all under one roof.

This third floor, however, was a place Chu Feng was visiting for the very first time.

He planned to take a bath and grab a midday nap before leaving the nightclub, knowing there were still countless matters waiting for his attention.

The private suite was one of the finest in the Emperor, resembling a high-end hotel suite more than anything else.

It featured a television, a sauna, a sofa, and a massive bathtub.

Having finished his bath, Chu Feng sprawled out on a space-velvet daybed to rest his eyes.

*Creak.*

The door opened, and two exquisitely dressed young women stepped inside.

The one on the left wore a blue spaghetti-strap dress and looked to be in her early twenties.

The one on the right was dressed in a short-sleeved top.

"What are you two..." Chu Feng asked, slightly surprised.

"Sister Shuting is currently downstairs chewing out some of the supervisors. She sent us up to help President Chu relax," the girl in the strap dress said as she approached. She squatted down and began kneading Chu Feng's shoulders.

The short-sleeved girl crouched down directly to wash Chu Feng's feet.

Chu Feng cast a glance down. The short-sleeved girl's top was quite loose, and from his vantage point, he could catch a glimpse of her chest.

In addition to the scent of shower gel, the air was filled with a lingering aroma of sandalwood.

Ah, they had lit sandalwood incense.

Suddenly, the girl in the strap dress massaged his wrists, steadily working her way upward—from wrists to forearms, and from forearms to shoulders. Her pressure was light yet precisely targeted.

Moreover, she had applied massage oil to her hands, making her palms feel exceptionally smooth and tender against his skin.

"Are you two working under Shuting?" Chu Feng asked with a soft smile.

"Mhm. We both came from the countryside looking for work. Sister Shuting took us in and gave us jobs."

The foot-washing girl hoisted one of Chu Feng's legs onto her shoulder and began gently patting his calves to soothe his tense muscles.

*Hah...*

Now this was truly enjoying life.

"Does President Chu usually work out?" the short-sleeved girl asked.

Chu Feng was momentarily taken aback. "Why do you ask?"

"Because President Chu has such well-proportioned muscles. You even have abdominal muscles!" she said, proving to be quite a conversationalist.

Chu Feng closed his eyes again and let his body relax. "Not bad, I suppose. I occasionally go for runs and do some indoor anaerobic exercises."

"That's wonderful. No wonder your physique is kept in such perfect shape," the girl remarked.

Chu Feng lowered his gaze for a peek, catching sight of her delicate collarbones and the base of her slender neck, which naturally piqued his interest.

He stretched his leg slightly downward. The short-sleeved girl blushed, but said nothing, simply continuing her gentle massage on his knee.

"How much does Shuting pay you per month?" Chu Feng asked, nudging her slightly with his foot.

The short-sleeved girl bit her lip and replied, "Well... not much. Just fifteen hundred yuan. Usually, it depends on our performance metrics. If we hit our targets, we get a bit extra. One of my girlfriends even makes ten thousand a month!"

"And you?" Chu Feng teased.

Feeling the playful nudge of Chu Feng's foot, the short-sleeved girl lowered her head. "Xiaoyuan and I are both newcomers, so we make around two thousand."

Clearly, Xiaomei, the other girl, was much less inhibited. While massaging his shoulders, whether intentionally or not, she leaned so close that her presence completely blocked his view.

Chu Feng covertly sized them both up; their appearances were well above average.

Xiaoyuan had a sweet, round face and a slender figure. Particularly her timid, deer-like eyes made one instinctively want to look twice.

Xiaomei, beside her, was much bolder. She had beautifully shaped lips, somewhat reminiscent of Angelina Jolie's full pout. Wearing only light makeup, what drew the eye even more was her strikingly voluptuous figure.

As she worked on his shoulders, Chu Feng couldn't help but notice certain things swaying in his field of vision, making it rather difficult for him to concentrate.

He reached out, picked up a small shoulder bag resting beside him, and extracted an envelope.

"Seeing as life isn't easy for you two, as your boss, I'll let you split this red envelope," Chu Feng said.

Xiaoyuan was overjoyed, instantly pulling out a cigarette and placing it gently between Chu Feng's lips. "Thank you, Boss!"

"Thank you!" Xiaomei added as she leaned in to light it for him.

A rebellious, roguish smile played on Chu Feng's lips as he tilted his chin upward. "I'm tired. Why don't the two of you go take a bath?"

At these words, the two women exchanged glances.

In each other's eyes, they read the exact same understanding of Chu Feng's intent.

Xiaomei smiled brilliantly, pressing even closer to Chu Feng's side. "Boss, we both came up already washed. Sister Shuting told us it was her poor supervision that made you so angry, so she sent us here to help you vent your frustration."

"This woman," Chu Feng chuckled, half-scolding. He reached out and hooked his finger under Xiaomei's chin. "Looks like you understand things quite well, huh?"

"I wouldn't dare. Sister Shuting simply taught us well."