The moment Feng stepped inside the massive villa gates, he stopped walking.
In front of him…
Hundreds—no, thousands of people stood in organized rows.
Every single one of them wore black.
Black suits.
Black coats.
Black uniforms.
The moment Mengmeng stepped forward, they all lowered their heads at the same time.
"Queen!"
"Boss!"
The voices echoed across the entire courtyard.
Feng froze.
He slowly turned toward Mengmeng.
"…You have this many people?"
Mengmeng continued walking as if this was completely normal.
"Yes."
But as they walked deeper into the villa, Feng noticed something even stranger.
Despite thousands of people standing around…
The place still felt too big.
The massive halls.
The endless corridors.
The enormous courtyard.
It looked like a dark royal palace.
Feng whispered quietly,
"…How big is this place?"
One of Mengmeng's men beside them replied respectfully,
"This villa holds several thousand members."
Feng blinked.
"Several thousand?"
The man nodded calmly.
"And tonight only twenty-five percent of our people are here."
Feng stopped again.
"…Twenty-five percent?"
His brain struggled to process that information.
So this is the real power of the Dark Queen…
Later that night…
Inside a large dining hall, a quiet dinner had been prepared.
The table was long, elegant, and filled with food.
But the room itself still carried the dark, mysterious atmosphere of the villa.
Feng sat across from Mengmeng.
He still looked slightly stunned.
Mengmeng noticed the bruises on his arm again.
"Give me your hand."
Feng raised an eyebrow.
"You're going to treat it?"
"Yes."
She brought a small medical kit and gently cleaned the wound.
Feng watched her silently.
For someone so powerful and feared…
Her movements were careful.
Gentle.
"You fight like a professional," he said quietly.
Mengmeng didn't look up.
"I had to learn."
After finishing the bandage, they finally began eating.
For a while the room was peaceful.
Then Feng asked something he had been thinking about since earlier.
"…How did you become the Queen?"
Mengmeng paused for a moment.
She rarely talked about her past.
But tonight was different.
So she spoke calmly.
"My family was already powerful in business."
"But the underworld was chaotic back then."
"Different gangs fighting for power."
Feng listened carefully.
"I didn't like chaos," she continued.
"So I built something better."
"An organization with rules."
"Control."
"Power."
She looked directly at him.
"And when the leaders of those groups challenged me…"
Her voice stayed calm.
"I defeated them."
Feng leaned back slightly.
"…You're telling me you conquered the entire underworld?"
Mengmeng shrugged slightly.
"Something like that."
Feng laughed quietly in disbelief.
"That's insane."
Just then—
Her phone rang.
It was her black phone.
Mengmeng answered.
"Yes."
On the other side, her secretary spoke quickly.
"Boss. The men you defeated earlier… their leader has arrived."
Mengmeng's eyes narrowed slightly.
"He wants to meet you."
"Alone."
The room became quiet.
Feng looked at her.
"You're meeting him?"
Mengmeng stood up calmly.
"Let him in."
Feng frowned slightly.
"Aren't you worried?"
Mengmeng turned toward him.
Then she gave a small smile.
A confident one.
"Me?"
Her voice was calm.
"No."
The way she said it made Feng realize something again.
This wasn't arrogance.
It was simply the truth.
In this world…
No one here was powerful enough to threaten her.
Outside the massive villa doors…
The man responsible for Feng's kidnapping had just arrived.
And he was about to face the Dark Queen herself.