Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Cheng Feng silently watched this burly man maneuver among the surrounding gang members, his demeanor shifting from ease to pleading, from rage to utter despair.

This conversation lasted nearly a day, and Cheng Feng could see the man's helplessness. In the end, the man gave up.

The night was as dark as ink, and the shadows under the streetlights stretched long. Cheng Feng followed closely behind the man, their footsteps particularly clear in the silent alley.

Suddenly, the man in front stopped: "Friend, you've been following me for so long. If you have something to say, just say it. I, Wang, ask myself, I haven't done anything that hurts heaven and reason, and I don't have any enemies. What do you want from me?"

Seeing Wang Hu ask, Cheng Feng naturally spoke kindly: "It's nothing big. I just want to find a way to make money recently. I think you look kind, brother, and we were in the same boat in the teahouse. So, I wanted to come over and ask."

Wang Hu heard the young voice, turned around, and looked at the young man, dressed neatly, with an extraordinary temperament, smiling at him.

He felt a little unsure in his heart. This feeling of confidence and control made Wang Hu feel cold.

Wang Hu turned around and slowly approached Cheng Feng, cupping his fist and saying: "May I ask your honorable name, sir?"

Cheng Feng nodded: "No need for courtesy, Cheng Feng."

Before Cheng Feng could finish speaking, Wang Hu had already drawn a small knife from his wrist and slashed straight at Cheng Feng's throat.

Wang Hu's sudden attack surprised Cheng Feng.

Looking at the surprised expression on the young man's face, Wang Hu seemed to see a scene of blood splattering, and his face showed excitement.

He thought to himself: "Where did this little punk come from, daring to act tough in front of Tiger? Things aren't going well today, so I'll use you to relieve my anger."

Suddenly, he felt his wrist being grabbed, as if locked by steel, hanging in mid-air, unable to move.

Cheng Feng still smiled: "Why are you so impolite? You're still talking and you're already launching a sneak attack?"

He squeezed Wang Hu's wrist hard, and the small knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Cheng Feng raised his leg and kicked Wang Hu in the abdomen. Perhaps he used a little too much force. Wang Hu flew into the air like a sack and spat out a large mouthful of blood, forming a blood mist in the air.

With a bang, Wang Hu landed on the ground like a sack, curled up against the wall.

Cheng Feng smiled and said: "Can we talk properly now?"

Feeling the injuries on his body, it seemed that two of his ribs were broken, but the rest was okay.

Looking at the smiling Cheng Feng out of the corner of his eye, Wang Hu knew that he had encountered a tough opponent.

He didn't move, slowing his breathing, as if he were dead.

Feeling Wang Hu's breathing gradually decreasing, Cheng Feng said slowly: "If you die, I'll just find a place to bury you. You'd better think it over."

Cheng Feng knew the consequences of his own strength. At most, a few ribs were broken, but they could be reattached. It would take about three months to recover.

It was impossible to kill him directly.

Cheng Feng had aimed accurately when he kicked.

When Wang Hu heard Cheng Feng's straightforward words, he naturally didn't pretend to be dead anymore. He could only blame his bad luck. The business didn't work out, and he might be finished today.

But if there was a glimmer of hope, he didn't want to give up.

He quickly endured the severe pain and crawled up, cupping his fist and saying: "I have eyes but couldn't recognize a hero. Hero, please spare my life!"

Seeing Wang Hu's lowered posture, Cheng Feng felt that his kick was worth it.

"I heard that gangs make a lot of money. I think my strength is not bad, and I want to join a gang and maybe become the boss. Do you have any ideas?"

Cheng Feng wouldn't be careless towards Wang Hu, who was still an ordinary person, but he wouldn't be timid either. It wasn't like he hadn't killed anyone before. With his skills, wasn't an ordinary person easy to catch?

Listening to Cheng Feng's 'not bad', 'join a gang', and 'become the boss', Wang Hu broke out in a cold sweat.

Where did this second generation come from, treating the underworld as a game?

But thinking of Cheng Feng's skills, Wang Hu thought that a game was fine!

Saving his life was important.

"Brother Wang, how does your gang usually operate?" Cheng Feng asked seemingly casually.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, trying to capture the details of the gang's operation from every word Wang Hu said.

Wang Hu sighed, seemingly unaware of Cheng Feng's true intentions, and habitually replied: "Our gang started with freight transportation, and in recent years we have also ventured into some gambling dens and brothels. Usually, the brothers in the gang have their own jobs, but they all hand in a certain amount of money every month. As for business dealings, most of them are transactions with other gangs or merchants, including some shady dealings."

After hearing this, Cheng Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. This gang was not small in scale, and its business dealings were complex. To replace it would not be easy.

But Cheng Feng was not someone who gave up easily. He knew that only by understanding the gang in depth could he find its weaknesses and then replace it.

Cheng Feng asked himself, it would be easy to physically eliminate them with eight hundred yuan, but Cheng Feng was here to make money.

If no one worked, where would the money come from?

If he did it himself, would he still have time to earn Fortune Points?

Moreover, he had a technology in his hand that was suitable for the gang to operate. The small package in his arms contained what he had made this time.

He asked some more questions about the gang's number of people, martial arts, weapons, relationships, etc., and Cheng Feng had a bottom line in his heart.

Wang Hu's gang was called the Tiger Head Gang, with about thirty members, all of whom were laborers. They were a makeshift group formed to avoid oppression from others.

But the leader had studied martial arts, and seemed to be in the late stage of skin training. It was no problem for him to fight more than a dozen people.

He took the lead in creating the Tiger Head Gang.

The two walked along, passing through narrow alleys, and came to a dilapidated courtyard. Wang Hu stopped and turned to Cheng Feng and said: "This is our gang's base."

Cheng Feng looked around and saw that although the courtyard was dilapidated, there were sentries hidden around it.

Cheng Feng knew that this must be an important stronghold of the gang, and once there was any disturbance, someone would come to support it.

He secretly calculated in his heart that to successfully replace it, he might have to suppress it with force and lure it with profit.

If he took this thing out, he wasn't afraid that the other party wouldn't be tempted, he was just afraid that the other party would be tempted by him, and Cheng Feng estimated that the possibility of the other party attacking was 100%.

Looking at the surrounding terrain, he also considered the route of retreat if things didn't work out.

Wang Hu didn't seem to notice Cheng Feng's thoughts, and just led him into the courtyard. Inside the courtyard, the lights were bright, and a group of gang members were drinking and making merry. When they saw Wang Hu return, they stood up to greet him, their eyes revealing a hint of awe.

Cheng Feng took the opportunity to observe these gang members. Some of them had fierce faces, and some were thin, but without exception, they all revealed a fierce temperament. He knew that these people were all elites in the gang, and it would not be easy to subdue them.

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man walked out of the crowd. His eyes were like torches and his aura was compelling. He was obviously the leader of this gang. Seeing this, Wang Hu quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Gang Leader, this is a friend I met in the teahouse, named Cheng Feng. He has a business he wants to cooperate with the gang. Cheng Feng, this is our Tiger Head Gang Leader, Nie Hu."

Nie Hu nodded, looked Cheng Feng up and down, and then said: "Since he is your friend, then he is a friend of our gang. Come, sit down and have a drink together."

Cheng Feng smiled inwardly: "Wang Hu, Nie Hu, Tiger Head Gang, this name is really good."

Nie Hu invited him, and Cheng Feng knew that this was a good opportunity for him to approach him. He nodded and sat down at the wine table with Wang Hu.

After drinking for three rounds, Nie Hu looked at Cheng Feng: "Friend, where do you come from, injuring Wang Hu and threatening him to come to our gang's base, are you really not afraid of death?"