Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 161
Chapter 161: The Predator Lurks
Uncle Quan hung up the phone and sat in silence for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of his chair. Then, making up his mind, he pulled out his phone again and dialed Sui Fa, who was still in Peaceful City.
“Listen up,” Uncle Quan said in a low, measured tone. “I need you to move Hao Wen. Take him to the southern outskirts. My people will handle the rest.”
Sui Fa froze on the other end. “Uncle Quan, you want Hao Wen to come to you? Isn’t that a little… risky?” His voice carried an edge of disbelief. “Nobody in this whole damn city knows where you’re hiding. If he comes, doesn’t that mean you’ll be exposed?”
Uncle Quan was no ordinary fox; he was a ghost in the underworld. No one in Peaceful City—not the cops, not the gangs—knew where he was holed up. Even Sui Fa and the others had no clue. Only his closest men, his most trusted shadows, were privy to his whereabouts. That secrecy was his armor, his insurance against betrayal.
The old man’s voice was steady, cold. “It’s fine. Get him to me first—I need that account information. Once I have it, I’ll vanish again. Chen Xue Wen can search all he wants, but he won’t find me.”
Sui Fa hesitated. “And what about Hao Wen?”
A dry chuckle slipped from Uncle Quan’s lips. “Once I have what I need, he’s worthless to me. He can stay behind and play his little war games with Chen Xue Wen for all I care. Let them tear each other apart.”
His voice darkened. “But remember this—Electronic Dynasty belongs to me. No matter what, we secure it. That’s a million on the line. I’m not walking away empty-handed.”
Greed gleamed in his eyes like a wolf catching the scent of blood. A million. Enough to risk it all.
Sui Fa, too, felt the intoxicating pull of that fortune. His resolve solidified. “Understood, Uncle Quan. I’ll get it done. Just sit tight—I’ll bring Hao Wen to you.”
Hanging up, Sui Fa wasted no time. He followed the instructions, jumped into his car, and drove straight to collect Hao Wen.
The man was a wreck—shaken, desperate, a fugitive with no den to crawl into. To Sui Fa, he looked like a dog that had lost its master, scrambling for scraps of hope.
Suppressing his amusement, Sui Fa put on a respectful face. “Brother Hao Wen, Uncle Quan is expecting you. Rest up, we’ll be there soon.”
The car slipped through the city streets, heading towards the outskirts. Unbeknownst to Sui Fa, a lone motorcycle had picked up their trail, gliding through the shadows behind them.
Night had fallen, swallowing the city in ink and silence. The tailing bike ran without its lights on, a ghost in the darkness.
By the time they reached the designated drop-off point, an unassuming spot on the city’s southern edge, another car was already waiting. Hao Wen was swiftly transferred. No words, no hesitation—just a smooth exchange before the vehicle disappeared into the night.
Sui Fa smirked, satisfied. “One less problem to worry about.”
He turned back toward his car, ready to head home, when a figure lunged out of the trees. The attack was swift, precise—like a panther striking down prey. Before he could even process what was happening, Sui Fa was slammed to the ground, a firm hand clamping over his mouth, silencing any cry for help.
A second later, more figures emerged from the shadows. Leading them was none other than Chen Xue Wen himself.
Panic shot through Sui Fa’s veins. How? How had Chen Xue Wen found him? Had he been watching from the start? Had Hao Wen been nothing more than bait?
Chen Xue Wen gave a simple gesture, and his men dragged Sui Fa into a waiting vehicle. He climbed in after them, shutting the door with a quiet finality.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled out a bone-cutting knife. The steel gleamed under the dim interior light, reflecting the coldness in his eyes.
“Sui Fa,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “I’m not a patient man.”
“I got a few questions for you.”
“Answer honestly, and you won’t have to suffer.”
“Otherwise, you can go on ahead and clear the way for Uncle Quan in the afterlife.”
At that moment, the guy next to him loosened Sui Fa’s gag.
Sui Fa’s face had gone pale, his voice trembling as he pleaded, “Chen Xue Wen, I… I don’t know anything…”
Before he could finish, Chen Xue Wen drove a blade straight into his leg.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed in the room as Sui Fa howled in agony. Desperate, he stammered, “I… I swear, I don’t know where Uncle Quan is hiding!”
“You saw it yourself—he wouldn’t even let me near him. He sent his men to pick up Hao Wen instead.”
“I really don’t know! Whenever he goes into hiding, no one on the outside gets a clue! I swear it’s the truth!”
Chen Xue Wen twirled the bone knife in his hand, his voice cold and deliberate. “That’s not what I asked.”
“I want to know—how many men does Uncle Quan have with him?”
Sui Fa froze for a second, realizing he had completely misjudged the situation.
“Uh… he’s got seven men with him…”
“And… and two women. His mistresses,” he added, his voice shaking.
Chen Xue Wen nodded in satisfaction and kept pressing for more details. The names, skills, and strengths of those seven men. Sui Fa, now truly terrified, spilled everything he knew without hesitation.
When he was done, Chen Xue Wen locked eyes with him and spoke in a cold, measured tone. “Sui Fa, is there anything else I should know?”
“Listen carefully—I’m heading for Uncle Quan tonight.”
“If you left anything out, and something goes wrong, your fate will be worse than his.”
Sui Fa trembled uncontrollably. “That’s it… I’ve told you everything I know…”
Chen Xue Wen didn’t push further. He pulled out his phone, checked the updates, and turned to Little Yang. “Drive. Lai Hou and the others have tracked them to Five-Mile Plain.”
Little Yang fired up the engine, and they sped off toward the rendezvous point.
For the next hour, updates kept rolling in from Lai Hou’s crew. They were tailing Hao Wen’s car on motorcycles, weaving through streets and keeping their distance.
Finally, they arrived.
Chen Xue Wen scanned the surroundings, his brows knitting together as he took in the desolate mountain village before him. “That old fox, Uncle Quan, really knows how to pick a hiding spot.”
“Tucked away in a place like this… who the hell would ever find him?”
Uncle Quan’s hideout lay deep in the mountains, fifty kilometers outside Peaceful City. The village itself sat wedged between towering peaks, a place so remote it barely existed on maps.
The last three kilometers? No roads. Just narrow, winding dirt paths.
Getting here had been a pain in the ass, but now, standing at the village entrance, it was clear why no one had found Uncle Quan before. No one would even think to look here.
Not long after their arrival, Lai Hou and Wang Zhen Dong slipped through the shadows to meet them.
Lai Hou spoke in a hushed voice. “Brother Wen, we found him.”
“Uncle Quan’s holed up in that two-story house on the west end of the village.”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes narrowed. “You saw him?”
Lai Hou nodded. “Yeah. He stepped out for a moment—just long enough to bring Hao Wen inside.”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Good.”
“Then tonight, we end this.”
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