Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 167
Chapter 167: Marked for Trouble
Chen Xue Wen gathered his crew and laid out the plan.
Quan Ding Kun ran a nightclub, a high-end joint not too different from the Donghao Entertainment Club. It was his turf, and his security ran the place. In Three Rivers County, nobody usually caused trouble in his club. Security was mostly there to handle drunkards who got too rowdy.
Inside, there was a private VIP room—Quan Ding Kun’s personal lair. Whenever he visited, he stayed there, and no one else was allowed in. Every time he showed up, he had five or six bodyguards trailing him. Counting the rest of his men in the club, inside and out, there were at least a dozen or more watching his back.
And it wasn’t just the nightclub. The nearby bathhouses, arcades, KTV lounges—those were all his businesses too. With all his lookouts spread across the area, he had at least a few dozen men stationed within reach.
Snatching him from his own fortress? Not an easy task.
If his men got wind of the move and closed in, there wouldn’t be an escape route. That’s why Chen Xue Wen’s plan had to be airtight.
The setup was simple but effective. He, Wang Zhen Dong, and Cheng Yong would book a private room right next to Quan Ding Kun’s VIP spot. Meanwhile, Little Yang would sneak in with Gu Hong Bing and his boys, hiding in the nearby restroom.
The distraction? A staged brawl. Once the waitstaff got called in, they’d get roughed up enough to make a scene. That close to Quan Ding Kun’s room, there was no way he wouldn’t hear the commotion. It was his club, his employees—he’d have to send his men to handle it.
That was the moment.
With some of his bodyguards pulled away, and everyone’s attention on the fight, Little Yang and Gu Hong Bing’s crew would slip in, grab Quan Ding Kun, and drag him out before anyone could react.
After hearing the plan, everyone nodded. It was solid. It was smooth.
Lai Hou grinned, excitement flashing in his eyes. “Quan Ding Kun’s never gonna see this coming. The old tiger’s stepping right into the trap.”
“Hah! Surrounded by his own men, on his own turf, and still getting snatched up? That’s gotta sting.” The others chuckled, confidence high.
But Chen Xue Wen wasn’t laughing. His expression remained sharp and focused. “Don’t get cocky,” he warned, voice low.
Then he turned to Lai Hou and Li Er Yong. “You two stay in the car downstairs. Keep the engine running.”
He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle in. “The trunks still got those gasoline bottles we didn’t use last time. If things go south upstairs, light up the street. A fire will scatter the crowd and buy us time to get out.”
Lai Hou scratched his head. “C’mon, Wen Bro, is that really necessary?”
“This plan is already tight. Snatching a small-time crook like Quan Ding Kun should be easy money.”
Chen Xue Wen shook his head. “No plan is perfect. And in this line of work, we don’t take chances.”
A cold silence fell over the room. No one argued. They knew he was right.
They had one shot at this. And if it went sideways, they had to be ready to burn everything down.
“I told you, whenever I do something, I always have a backup plan. Safety first.”
“That place belongs to Quan Ding Kun. One wrong move, one slip, and none of us are getting out of there alive.”
“No matter how perfect a plan looks on paper, when you execute it, there’s always the chance of some unexpected chaos. Gotta be ready.”
“That’s why an escape plan is just as important as the job itself.”
The crew exchanged glances, nodding in agreement. Lai Hou and Li Er Yong stopped questioning it and gave their approval.
Following Chen Xue Wen’s instructions, they split up to carry out their respective tasks.
Li Er Yong took off first, riding his motorcycle straight to Three Rivers County to confirm whether Quan Ding Kun was at the nightclub that night.
Chen Xue Wen, Wang Zhen Dong, and Cheng Yong took a car, heading towards the club through the front entrance.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yang, Gu Hong Bing, and three of their guys had Lai Hou drive them into Three Rivers County as well. They stopped near a hotel and got out.
After circling the area once, the five of them flagged down a cab and made their way to the club separately.
This method created distance between them and Chen Xue Wen, making it less obvious they were all together.
It was part of Chen Xue Wen’s usual way of doing things—careful, precise, always leaving minimal traces. Too many people arriving at once made for a big target. Breaking up into smaller groups, taking different routes, kept things low-key and flexible.
Not long after Chen Xue Wen and his crew entered Three Rivers County, Li Er Yong’s message came through: Quan Ding Kun was at the nightclub again.
Chen Xue Wen immediately forwarded the intel to Xiao Yang, then, sticking to the plan, drove straight into the club’s lot.
The place was buzzing, packed with nightlife. As soon as they pulled in, a host rushed over, all smiles and enthusiasm, leading them inside.
At the front desk, a few private rooms were offered, but Chen Xue Wen turned each one down, making up reasons until he finally settled on the one closest to Quan Ding Kun’s. He claimed the number had a special significance to him.
The staff didn’t question it and promptly arranged the room.
A service attendant then hustled to guide them down the hall, showing them inside.
Before stepping into their room, Chen Xue Wen discreetly glanced at the private suite across the way.
According to Li Er Yong’s intel, that was Quan Ding Kun’s personal spot.
Inside, neon lights flashed, shadows moved, and the melody of a woman singing drifted out. Sounded like a party.
Chen Xue Wen played it cool, stepping into his own room and ordering drinks.
They had barely settled when a host brought in a group of women, inviting them to pick.
None of them were here for that, so they casually selected a few and went through the motions, chatting just enough to keep up appearances.
Midway, Chen Xue Wen made an excuse to step outside, saying he had something to grab from the car.
Moving naturally, he wandered down the hall, feigning a moment of confusion, before stopping at Quan Ding Kun’s door. Just a brief peek inside was all it took—men lounged about, drinks in hand, arms wrapped around women, laughter and music spilling out into the corridor.
And there, right in the middle, sat Quan Ding Kun himself. Chen Xue Wen recognized him immediately from the photos he had studied.
Now that he had confirmed his target, he felt secure.
Still keeping up the act, he continued outside, walked to his car, and grabbed a random lighter from inside.
Just as he turned to head back, something in the rearview mirror caught his eye.
Two figures, crouched behind a stone lion, watching him.
His mind raced, but outwardly, he showed no reaction. Instead, he casually reached for a pack of cigarettes, drawing one out and lighting up.
As he took a drag, his eyes flicked over the rest of the lot.
And there it was—more eyes. From different corners, different angles, but all locked onto him.
A chill settled in his gut.
He had been made.
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