Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 162
Chapter 162: The Art of the Self-Sacrifice Gambit
Under the cover of darkness, Chen Xue Wen and his crew crept up to the two-story villa at the western edge of the village, following Lai Hou’s lead. This wasn’t just any house—it was the grandest spot in the whole damn village, a real statement piece.
Before they even got close, Lai Hou pulled a few sticks of sausage from his pocket, rubbed a little ‘special seasoning’ on them, then slinked toward the perimeter.
The second he neared the building, the hounds started barking.
Lai Hou smirked, pinpointed the noise, and tossed the sausages over the fence. A few short chomps later, the barking cut off, leaving only silence.
Inside, nobody even batted an eye. Dogs bark now and then—who’d think twice about it?
With the guard dogs out of the picture, Lai Hou made quick work of the courtyard gate, popping the lock with practiced ease. Little Yang was the first through, slipping into the yard without a sound. The only structure inside was the villa itself, and after a quick peek through the window, he hurried back.
“They’re all in the main hall,” Little Yang whispered. “Nine of them in total. Quan Shu, Hao Wen, and seven others.”
Chen Xue Wen nodded. The headcount matched what Sui Fa had reported. That meant everyone was present—except for Quan Shu’s two mistresses. Perfect.
He turned to Little Yang and Gu Hong Bing, keeping his voice low. “Think you boys can handle this?”
Little Yang took a slow breath. “No problem.”
Gu Hong Bing just grinned, saying nothing. His silence said it all.
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Then let’s get to work.”
The three men moved into position while Lai Hou checked the door. Unlocked. He flashed a quick hand signal, and Little Yang and Gu Hong Bing met each other’s eyes.
One deep breath. Then another.
A quick nod—and then action.
Lai Hou slammed a boot into the door. It burst open with a bang.
Little Yang and Gu Hong Bing stormed inside like twin hurricanes.
The goons in the hall barely had time to react before the two men were already on them.
Little Yang went left, a blur of movement. He grabbed one guy by the throat, used the leverage to jump, and lashed out with both legs like a coiled spring. His heels cracked into two more thugs’ jaws, sending them flying. The guy in his grip barely had time to choke before Little Yang twisted his neck and let him crumple to the floor.
All three were down in less than five seconds. Clean, efficient. Like a damn jungle cat.
Meanwhile, Gu Hong Bing wasn’t about finesse. He was pure brute force. He charged forward like a goddamn rhino, closing the distance to his first target in two strides. A brutal elbow strike to the chest sent the man flying into the wall hard enough to shatter a window.
Not missing a beat, Gu Hong Bing pivoted and drove his other elbow straight into the next thug’s temple. The guy didn’t even get to make a sound before collapsing.
Less than thirty seconds in, five bodies were already on the floor.
The remaining men froze, wide-eyed. Quan Shu, standing by the table, had been mid-conversation with Hao Wen when the door burst open. Now, he stood there, mouth agape, his mind scrambling to catch up.
One blink—seven guards.
Another blink—only two left standing.
Then, a slow, mocking clap echoed from the doorway.
Quan Shu snapped his head toward the sound.
There, stepping into the room with an easy grin, was Chen Xue Wen. His presence sent a chill through the old man’s spine. He trembled, as if staring at a nightmare made flesh.
Chen Xue Wen strolled in, hands in his pockets, eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Damn, Little Yang, Hong Bing—y’all really outdid yourselves.” His grin widened. “That was beautiful.”
Chen Xue Wen had just been standing at the door, watching with his own eyes how these two moved—swift, deadly, precise.
To be honest, he finally understood what it meant to see real masters at work.
Keeping them by his side had been the right call, no doubt about it.
Now, he truly believed Ding Three’s words—Gu Hong Bing might actually be stronger than Snake.
And if that was the case, then what kind of monster was Lu Jin Po, the one even Ding Three feared so much?
As Chen Xue Wen stepped into the room, Uncle Quan’s face darkened. He instinctively took a few steps back.
He had started with seven bodyguards. Now, only two were still standing.
And those two? Shaken to their core, frozen in place, too scared to even lift a hand.
“Chen Xue Wen… How did you find me?” Uncle Quan gritted his teeth as he asked.
Chen Xue Wen grinned and turned to Hao Wen. “Of course, with Brother Hao Wen’s help.”
“Brother Hao Wen, you really went all out for this. Much appreciated.”
Hao Wen burst out laughing. “No trouble at all.”
“The real prize here was finally flushing this old fox out.”
Uncle Quan’s face turned pale. He looked at Hao Wen in disbelief. “You… you’re working with Chen Xue Wen?!”
Hao Wen scoffed and spat on the floor. “Help you instead? You must be joking.”
“Uncle Quan, you bought out Electronic Dynasty without even giving me a heads-up.”
“That’s not how you do business. So tell me, why the hell would I help you?”
He turned to Chen Xue Wen with a grin. “Now, Xue Wen here? He’s different.”
“Not only did he help me take over Zhou Jing Hui’s businesses, but he also saved me a fortune. Got the whole deal done for just three million.”
“Uncle Quan, tell me—who do you think I should be backing here?”
Uncle Quan panicked. “He… he got you Zhou Jing Hui’s empire?”
“That’s impossible! He fought you over those businesses more than once—”
Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Quan’s face twisted in realization. His eyes darted between the two men, and his voice trembled.
“You… you were acting?! This was all a setup?!”
Chen Xue Wen and Hao Wen both laughed.
Hao Wen nearly doubled over. “Uncle Quan, took you long enough to figure it out!”
“Xue Wen, looks like I’ve got some talent for acting after all!”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, his expression still relaxed. “Uncle Quan, every move between Brother Hao Wen and me was scripted to bring you out.”
“If I hadn’t fought him, hadn’t gone toe-to-toe with his men a few times, you never would have taken the bait.”
“This trick is called the ‘Ruse of Self-Injury.'”
“Not the most elegant strategy, but against a greedy man? It works just fine.”
Uncle Quan was on the verge of exploding. Now, he finally saw the truth—Chen Xue Wen and Hao Wen had played him from the very start.
He had thought he could sit back and reap the rewards, swooping in to claim what was left after they tore each other apart.
In the end, he was the one who had been hunted.
Uncle Quan clenched his jaw and forced out a breath. “Chen Xue Wen… You win.”
“Alright. You found me. I’ll take the loss.”
“Electronic Dynasty—it’s yours.”
Chen Xue Wen let out a cold laugh. “Uncle Quan, you really think I went through all this trouble just for Electronic Dynasty?”
Uncle Quan froze. “Then… what do you want?”
Chen Xue Wen locked eyes with him and spoke, each word like a blade:
“Your life.”
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