Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 165
Chapter 165: Life Is Like Chess, No Regrets in the Moves
By the time the clock crept past ten in the morning, Li Er Yong and Lai Hou finally dragged their exhausted bodies back to Electronic Dynasty. The night had been long, but the job was done.
Inside his office, Chen Xue Wen sat quietly, his sharp eyes lifting as they entered. “How did it go?” he asked.
Li Er Yong exhaled and nodded. “The kid’s safe with his grandparents. The old couple was overjoyed to see him. They really took to him.” He paused. “We transferred the money too—two million. That should be enough to raise him proper.”
Chen Xue Wen let out a slow breath, nodding in approval. “Good. You two did well.”
Li Er Yong waved him off. “Nothing to it. But Wen Zi… was this really the right move? Feels a little too final, don’t you think?”
A moment of silence. Then, in a low voice, Chen Xue Wen replied, “I told you—Little Ma had to die.”
Li Er Yong hesitated before asking, “And Yu Xia?”
Chen Xue Wen’s tone was measured, but firm. “She didn’t have to die. I gave her a chance. After Zhou Jing Hui was gone, she could’ve taken the kid and left Peaceful City. If she had, she’d still be breathing.”
He shook his head. “But greed got the best of her. Instead of cutting her losses, she clung to Zhou Jing Hui’s empire, hoping to sell it for a fortune. A woman like that… she’s a snake in the grass. Sooner or later, she’d have come back to bite me. I couldn’t let that happen.”
Li Er Yong and Lai Hou exchanged glances before nodding. “Understood.”
Their work done, the two men took their leave, heading off for some much-needed rest.
Not long after, the door creaked open again. Ding San stepped inside. “Heard you took care of Little Ma and Yu Xia last night,” he said, his voice casual.
Chen Xue Wen looked up at him. “You think I went too far?”
Ding San chuckled, shaking his head. “Not far enough.”
Chen Xue Wen frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“If someone like Old Fifth Hou handled this, that kid would be dead too.” Ding San’s voice was cold, blunt. “You left him alive. Aren’t you worried he’ll come back for revenge someday?”
Chen Xue Wen leaned back, staring at the ceiling for a long moment before answering. “I thought about it. But at the end of the day, he’s just a kid.”
Ding San’s brows knitted together. “And that makes a difference? You’re hesitating because of a little pity?”
His voice turned sharp. “Do you even know what path you’re walking, Chen Xue Wen? There’s no room for mercy here. Plenty of men have lost their lives over a moment of weakness. A true kingpin—he doesn’t waver.”
Chen Xue Wen met his gaze, his voice calm but unwavering. “You’re wrong, Third Brother. I didn’t spare him out of pity. I spared him because there are lines I won’t cross.”
His eyes darkened. “I chose this road. I can be ruthless, I can be cunning, I can be downright cruel. But even in the darkest streets, some rules still stand. Some things are simply not done.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “If, one day, sparing that kid costs me everything… then so be it.”
He stood up, his voice steady. “If you’re disappointed in me, Third Brother, I can only say I’m sorry. Maybe I’m not the kind of kingpin you had in mind. But I don’t regret my choices. Never have, never will.”
Ding San was silent for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “I can’t say if you made the right call or not. Truth be told, if I were in your shoes, I don’t know if I could have killed him either.”
A faint sigh. “A bottom line… is also a weakness.”
Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled. “But I respect you for one thing, Chen Xue Wen. Life is like chess—once you place your piece, there’s no taking it back.”
Chen Xue Wen smiled faintly. “It’s not that I have no regrets. It’s that life doesn’t give you the luxury to regret.”
Ding San nodded. “Either way, the loose ends are tied up. Now, it’s time to deal with Lu Jin Po. Word is, he’ll be in Peaceful City before the the Fifteenth Day of the First Lunar Month.”
His expression turned serious. “That gives you one month to prepare.”
Chen Xue Wen’s gaze darkened. He knew that the likes of Quan Shu and Little Ma were nothing but stepping stones. The real storm was coming.
Lu Jin Po’s strength was an enigma. No one knew exactly how much firepower he had, or when he’d set foot in Peaceful City. The only certainty was that he was coming.
And more than that, Chen Xue Wen had a feeling—this wasn’t just about Lu Jin Po.
Double Dragon Mountain’s Bauxite mine. That was the real prize.
For over a decade, Sun Shang Wu had kept Lu Jin Po away. But now? The moment that mine was discovered, Lu Jin Po was suddenly making his grand return. The timing was too perfect to be coincidence.
If Lu Jin Po was coming for the Bauxite mine, then that meant Sun Shang Wu was moving too. Which meant Chen Xue Wen wasn’t just up against Lu Jin Po—he was up against Sun Shang Wu himself.
The one silver lining? At least on this matter, he and Old Fifth Hou stood on the same side.
But they weren’t the only ones eyeing that mine.
Nie Wei Dong, another major player in Peaceful City, had been far too quiet. If Sun Shang Wu and Old Fifth Hou were making their moves, there was no way Nie Wei Dong wasn’t planning something of his own.
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes sharpened. A new thought struck him.
He turned to Ding San. “Third Brother, can you dig into Nie Wei Dong for me?”
Ding San grinned. “Took you long enough to get to him.”
He waved a hand. “Don’t worry. I’ve already started. Give me two days—I’ll have everything you need.”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. Looks like Ding San had been ahead of the game all along.
Or maybe, just maybe, Ding San had a plan of his own.
He didn’t ask, though. He knew better.
Ding San wasn’t here just to follow orders. He was watching, waiting. Testing the waters.
If Chen Xue Wen could pull through this crisis, Ding San would be all in. If not? He’d walk away without looking back.
In the end, it all came down to one thing—Chen Xue Wen’s ability to play this game.
Just then, a knock on the door.
Wang Zhen Dong burst in, excitement flashing in his eyes. “Brother Wen, we found him!”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he grabbed his coat. “Then what are we waiting for? Call Little Yang. Let’s go.”
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