Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 164
Chapter 164: No Loose Ends
Uncle Quan met his end at the hands of his own trusted crew. A poetic kind of justice, if you asked Chen Xue Wen. He didn’t even bother sticking around to deal with the body—just tossed it over to those six goons who had betrayed their boss. Let them handle it.
Upstairs, Uncle Quan’s two mistresses weren’t spared either. Those same six dealt with them too. It wasn’t Chen Xue Wen’s problem how they cleaned up the mess. According to Liang Wen Chao, Uncle Quan had offed quite a few people over the years, all buried somewhere in the back hills. Now, he and his women would be joining them. Fitting.
Chen Xue Wen didn’t dwell on it. The guys who handled the job had more to lose than he did. They were the ones who now owned Uncle Quan’s business. If anyone was going to sweat over keeping things quiet, it was them.
Technically, Chen Xue Wen hadn’t even killed anyone tonight. Sure, he’d left Uncle Quan broken and bleeding, but it was his own men who finished him off. Same for the others. If this ever came back around, he had nothing to worry about. If those traitors tried pointing fingers at him, well—who’d believe the guys who walked away with all the money and power while he took nothing? It was a lesson Ding Three had drilled into him: sometimes, stepping back from a deal was the best way to stay out of trouble. Even Lawyer He had said the same—let greed drive you, and it’ll be the death of you. Just look at Uncle Quan.
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Back in Peaceful City, Chen Xue Wen handed over the contracts for Zhou Jing Hui’s businesses to Hao Wen. The man was practically glowing with excitement. These documents meant he could now take over Zhou Jing Hui’s empire without any legal trouble. By this time next year, his fortune would have doubled, no doubt.
As a token of gratitude, Hao Wen gifted Chen Xue Wen two arcades over at Old Square. To him, they were chump change—barely worth twenty or thirty grand. Compared to Zhou Jing Hui’s empire, which could easily go for over ten million in an auction, it was nothing. Still, he figured Chen Xue Wen might as well have them, especially since his own arcades in Old Square had been forced to shut down. A favor for a favor.
Chen Xue Wen accepted with a grin. Easy money.
Once Hao Wen was gone, Chen Xue Wen grabbed a briefcase and made his way to Zhou Jing Hui’s house.
Yu Xia was there, waiting nervously with her kid. The moment she saw him, she rushed up. “Chen Xue Wen, I did everything you asked. All of Zhou Jing Hui’s businesses are now under Hao Wen’s name.”
Her voice trembled as she pressed on, “So… we’re free to go now, right?”
Chen Xue Wen gave her a casual nod. “I keep my word.”
She let out a shaky breath, then hesitated before asking, “And… the money?”
Chen Xue Wen held her gaze for a long moment before handing her the briefcase. “Just like we agreed. Two million. All cash.”
Yu Xia flipped it open, her eyes widening at the stacks of crisp hundred-yuan bills inside. She counted, double-checked, flipped through it again—just to be sure. Satisfied, she broke into a relieved smile. “Good. Thank you. I’ll take my kid and disappear. You’ll never see us again.”
She grabbed the case, scooped up her child, and rushed out to her car. Chen Xue Wen watched as she drove away, pulling out his phone as soon as her taillights disappeared down the road.
He dialed a number. “Lai Hou. Tell them to move.”
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Yu Xia sped out of Peaceful City, her knuckles white against the steering wheel. She checked her mirrors constantly, zigzagging through streets, doubling back, making sure no one was tailing her. Only when she was convinced she wasn’t being followed did she finally pull out her phone.
She dialed Little Ma.
Ever since Chen Xue Wen had confronted her last time, he’d left her with one useful thing—Little Ma’s number.
Now, with the cash in her hands, she had no intention of lingering in Peaceful City a second longer.
After a brief exchange, they set a meeting point outside the city.
She drove east for nearly fifty kilometers until she reached a bridge. Instead of crossing, she pulled over just before it and flicked her headlights twice—a signal.
It wasn’t long before Little Ma slipped out from the dark woods by the bridge.
He dashed to the car, yanked open the door, and scrambled inside. His breath was ragged, his eyes darting everywhere like a hunted animal.
Yu Xia, sitting in the driver’s seat, gasped at the sight of him. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Little Ma!”
She grabbed his arm, but he flinched like a cornered rat, his head snapping left and right. “Drive! Now! Get us outta here!” he barked. “We can’t stay in Peaceful City any longer!”
Yu Xia didn’t waste time asking questions. She slammed her foot down on the gas, and the car shot forward.
But just as they reached the middle of the bridge, headlights flared ahead—a car hurtling straight toward them.
Little Ma’s stomach dropped. “Reverse! Now!” he yelled.
Yu Xia, hands trembling, fumbled with the steering wheel. But she wasn’t built for this kind of chaos. In the panic, she lost control—the car veered sideways and crashed against the bridge railing.
“Damn it!” Little Ma cursed. “Move! I’ll drive!”
Yu Xia scrambled toward the backseat, and Little Ma lunged for the driver’s seat. But before he could take control, the other car screeched to a halt in front of them.
Doors flew open. Men spilled out, led by none other than Leopard himself. His face twisted with rage, teeth clenched as he barked, “This bastard killed Brother Snake! Cut him down!”
His men roared in fury and charged.
Little Ma was paralyzed for half a second, his heart thudding like a war drum. He lunged for the driver’s seat, slamming the lock button as soon as he was inside. The doors clicked shut.
But a second later—click.
The lock disengaged.
Little Ma’s breath hitched. He turned, eyes wide, and saw the spare key in Leopard’s hand. The bastard had come prepared. He even brought the key to Zhou Jing Hui’s car.
Of course. This ride was fully imported, bought in 2003, and had remote unlocking. With Leopard holding the backup key, Little Ma was screwed.
Still, he wasn’t going down easy. He twisted the ignition, but before he could floor it, the passenger door yanked open. Hands grabbed him, dragging him out, while another man reached in and pulled the key straight out of the ignition.
Little Ma thrashed, throwing wild punches, kicking, biting—anything to break free. But he was alone against too many. Within seconds, the blows started landing, blades flashing under the dim bridge lights.
He hit the ground hard, blood pooling beneath him.
Yu Xia screamed, but she didn’t last much longer. Leopard’s crew made sure of that.
In the end, Brother Snake’s killers were no more. But neither was Leopard’s crew. This night was the end of them all.
With this bloodbath, Chen Xue Wen had finally wiped Snake’s faction off the board, crushing their grip on Peaceful City’s underworld for good.
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