Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 131
Chapter 131: Let’s Use You as a Gift
Boss Hu owned a massive estate in the outskirts, far larger than the villa of Zhou Hao’s family. He had built it after making a fortune in business and returning home, establishing it as his place of residence.
Chen Xue Wen and his crew drove Zhou Jing Hui’s car to the entrance of the estate. As he took in the grandeur of the place, Chen Xue Wen couldn’t help but sigh. “Boss Hu really is rich! This villa is even more luxurious than Fifth Master Hou’s.”
Cheng Yong, sitting beside him, chuckled. “Brother Wen, luxurious it may be, but this villa is also the starting point of Boss Hu’s misfortunes in Peaceful City.”
Curious, Chen Xue Wen asked, “What do you mean?”
Cheng Yong explained, “Brother Wen, I live in the neighboring village, so I know the whole story of how Boss Hu bought this land and built his house.”
“When he made big money in business, he returned home in grand style, causing quite a stir in Peaceful City. Boss Hu was born in a small mountain village here and wanted to buy a plot of land on the outskirts to build a grand mansion and enjoy the life of a wealthy man.”
Chen Xue Wen nodded. That seemed reasonable—anyone who made it big outside would want to return home and live well.
Cheng Yong continued, “Not long after word got out, a local tyrant tricked him into buying a piece of land here.”
“That guy swore up and down that he’d handle everything for Boss Hu. But the moment the land was bought and construction started, problems popped up left and right. It was a nightmare!”
“In the end, Boss Hu spent nearly three times the normal price to build this estate.”
Curious, Chen Xue Wen asked, “How did it end up costing so much more?”
Cheng Yong grinned. “That local tyrant extorted him, of course.”
Li Er Yong was doubtful. “Come on, that’s a bit much, isn’t it? A mere local tyrant managing to extort a businessman worth billions?”
“Boss Hu isn’t an idiot—how could he fall for that?”
Cheng Yong laughed. “Of course, it wasn’t outright extortion. That local tyrant was cunning.”
“He first helped Boss Hu buy the land at a low price. Once the initial payment was made, Boss Hu was already in the trap. That’s when the slow bleed began.”
Pointing around, Cheng Yong elaborated, “Boss Hu bought barren land, just empty dirt hills with a few scattered trees.”
“When signing the contract, the local tyrant persuaded Boss Hu to compensate for those few trees. Boss Hu, thinking it wasn’t a big deal, agreed.”
“But guess what happened the very next day when they came to evaluate the compensation?”
Chen Xue Wen frowned. “What?”
Cheng Yong laughed heartily. “When Boss Hu arrived the next morning, he found that the once barren land, where not even grass grew, was suddenly covered densely with tree branches!”
“Those same branches, freshly cut from nearby trees, were stuck into the ground overnight—hundreds of people were hired to do it.”
Cheng Yong pointed at a tree nearby. “See that? It’s a common white poplar, nothing special.”
Lai Hou asked, “So what’s the big deal about a bunch of branches?”
Cheng Yong smirked. “Brother Hou, the local tyrant then came to settle the bill with Boss Hu.”
“He counted each branch as a sapling.”
“In one square meter, you could stick a dozen branches.”
“Boss Hu’s land spans fifty acres.”
“The compensation per sapling was 30 yuan.”
“Guess how much the final bill came to?”
Everyone shook their heads. They didn’t know the number, but they knew it was going to be outrageous.
Cheng Yong burst out laughing. “They hit Boss Hu with a bill of over 15 million yuan!”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes widened, and Li Er Yong and the others exclaimed, “What the hell?! How much?!”
Cheng Yong grinned. “Fifteen million! The local tyrant even generously rounded it down to a clean 15 million.”
Lai Hou cursed, “Damn! That bastard—this is straight-up extortion!”
“This godforsaken land wouldn’t even sell for 15 million!”
Cheng Yong nodded. “Exactly! Boss Hu originally paid less than 2 million for these fifty acres.”
“But with the branches stuck in, suddenly, he owed 15 million in ‘compensation.’”
Chen Xue Wen asked, “Did Boss Hu agree to pay?”
Cheng Yong chuckled. “Of course not.”
“It was obvious extortion—those weren’t saplings, just freshly cut branches. It was pure robbery.”
“But the local tyrant wouldn’t back down and had his men block Boss Hu’s car, refusing to let him leave.”
“Even got some villagers riled up, claiming Boss Hu destroyed their trees. The commotion was pretty big.”
Chen Xue Wen raised an eyebrow. “Boss Hu didn’t call the cops?”
Cheng Yong smirked. “Of course, he did.”
“The law enforcement team came and dragged off a few of those troublemaking thugs.”
“But that only made things worse.”
“That night, the families of those thugs stormed Boss Hu’s place, raising hell. One hotheaded fool even pulled a knife, ready to take Boss Hu down with him. Scared the hell out of the guy.”
“Then, that damn Local Tyrant showed up again, playing the good guy, offering Boss Hu a solution—three million to settle things.”
“Boss Hu had already burned two million buying land. He wasn’t about to give up, so he caved, handed over the three million, hoping to put an end to the mess.”
By this point, Chen Xue Wen had pieced it all together.
The moment Boss Hu shelled out that three million, his fate was sealed. To these wolves, he was just a weakling ripe for the picking.
Cheng Yong continued, detailing what happened next. Even after paying, Boss Hu ran into more trouble while trying to build his house.
The Local Tyrant had his men block Boss Hu’s construction crew from entering, insisting they use a “local team.”
And who was this local team? Just a gang of goons under the Local Tyrant himself.
Not only did they charge far more than outsiders, but they also stole materials left and right. Just the steel bars alone were five times what a normal project would need. As for sand and cement, the losses were even worse.
By the time the house was done, the Local Tyrant had turned into a multi-millionaire overnight.
And Boss Hu? A fat sheep marked for slaughter.
Every Local Tyrant in Peaceful City wanted a piece of him. They sweet-talked him into investments, drained him dry, then moved on.
Over the years, Boss Hu had poured money into various projects, but the profits were abysmal.
Especially after Snake opened Electronic Dynasty. That was the final nail in the coffin.
Not only did Snake refuse to give him dividends, but he also bled Boss Hu dry with constant extortion. Others followed suit, claiming their businesses were failing, demanding more money.
Year after year, Boss Hu’s fortune dwindled. Now, he was stuck. His money was all tied up in Peaceful City, making escape impossible.
To top it off, his wife and mistresses were all cheating on him, turning Boss Hu into the city’s biggest joke.
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, deep in thought.
Just then, their car pulled up in front of Boss Hu’s house.
Lai Hou stepped up to knock on the door, but before he could, the gates swung open. A black Mercedes SUV roared out, coming to a stop right in front of them.
From inside, a man stuck his head out, his voice dripping with arrogance.
“The fuck are you doing? Blind or something?”
“This is private property. Who the hell let you park here?”
“Get the fuck out of my way!”
Cheng Yong leaned over, speaking in a hushed tone. “That’s the Local Tyrant of this village.”
“And right now, he’s playing the role of Boss Hu’s bodyguard. Also been messing around with Boss Hu’s wife, driving her around town like she’s his queen.”
Chen Xue Wen smirked, stepping out of the car.
The Local Tyrant sneered, tilting his head. “What? Didn’t hear me? I said get lost!”
Chen Xue Wen glanced into the Mercedes. In the backseat sat a woman with thick makeup—Boss Hu’s wife.
Still smirking, he spoke calmly. “Good evening. We’re here to visit Boss Hu.”
Hearing that, the Local Tyrant spat on the ground, his face full of disdain.
“Fuck that! I don’t care who you’re here for!”
“Even if the goddamn Heavenly King Father showed up, he ain’t blocking my way!”
“I’ll count to three. If you’re still standing here, I swear I’ll—”
Before he could finish, Chen Xue Wen reached in and plucked the Mercedes keys from the ignition.
The Local Tyrant froze. “The fuck you doing—”
Chen Xue Wen flashed him a grin. “Oh, but I forgot to bring a gift.”
Then, in one smooth motion, he drew his Bone Cutting Knife and drove it straight into the Local Tyrant’s cheek.
The blade pierced through, its tip sinking into the inside of the man’s mouth.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Xue Wen sliced clean through, carving a deep, gaping wound from the cheek to the corner of the mouth.
The Local Tyrant howled in agony, blood pouring down his face.
Calmly, Chen Xue Wen wiped his Bone Cutting Knife clean on the man’s shirt, smiling faintly.
“There. Now you’re my gift to Boss Hu. A little something to break the ice.”
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