Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 170
Chapter 170: A Ticket Out from Brother Kun
Quan Ding Kun’s face darkened, his expression as hard as iron. “What makes you say that?”
“Lord Gold ain’t even back in Peaceful City yet, and you… you think he’s the one coming after you?”
Chen Xue Wen let out a cold chuckle. “Lu Jin Po might not have set foot back in town, but his reach sure has. He’s already making moves.”
“Liu Hong Yang walking free ahead of schedule? That was Lu Jin Po’s doing.”
“If he had the pull to get Liu out early, then you can bet he’s got a direct line to him.”
Chen Xue Wen exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I should’ve seen it coming.”
“In prison, my guys leaned on Liu Hong Yang, made him spill the beans about you. You think the first thing he’d do after getting out wasn’t running to Lu Jin Po and letting him know?”
“Then Lu Jin Po gets in touch with you, sets the trap, and waits for me to step right in.”
“I’m guessing you’ve been hanging around this spot for days, acting like you’re just out here chasing tail. But really, you were just bait, waiting for me to take a swing at you.”
Hearing that, the guys around Little Yang finally put the pieces together.
They had been scratching their heads, wondering how the hell their secret had gotten out. Everyone here tonight was a trusted man of Chen Xue Wen—no outsiders, no leaks. Yet somehow, the setup was blown.
Now, they got it. They’d overlooked Liu Hong Yang.
Little Yang’s gaze landed on the two bodyguards who had blocked his way earlier. He narrowed his eyes. “These two—got some real skills. Lu Jin Po sent ‘em to back you up, didn’t he?”
“You were just sitting in that private booth, waiting for me to show my face?”
Quan Ding Kun’s expression was grim, his jaw clenched tight. “That’s right.”
“This was all Lord Gold’s plan.”
“He knew you were digging into me. Soon as Liu Hong Yang spilled, he put two and two together—figured you were looking to avenge Little Yang’s parents. So, he sent these two killers to make sure I wasn’t alone.”
Little Yang’s eyes turned ice cold. “So Lu Jin Po knows who I am now?”
Quan Ding Kun sneered. “Didn’t at first.”
“But then you got mixed up with Chen Xue Wen, started poking around in places you shouldn’t. That got Lord Gold’s attention. And when he ran a background check… well, surprise, surprise—you’re that little punk from the Yang family.”
“Damn shame, really. If I’d known back then, I would’ve wiped you out along with the rest of ‘em.”
Little Yang’s whole body trembled with rage, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. He wanted to end Quan Ding Kun right there.
Chen Xue Wen put a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. Now wasn’t the time for reckless anger.
Killing Quan Ding Kun was the easy part. The hard part was getting out of Three Rivers County alive afterward.
Chen Xue Wen’s voice was low and cold. “Lu Jin Po sure plays the long game. He ain’t even back yet, and he’s already trying to clear the board.”
“Heh. Looks like I’ve finally found a worthy opponent.”
Quan Ding Kun took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Chen Xue Wen… you got me.”
“I’ll admit it—I lost this round.”
“But this is Three Rivers County. My turf.”
“You take me out, and I swear, you won’t make it out either.”
“You let me walk, and I’ll let you go.”
Chen Xue Wen scoffed. “Brother Kun, you think I’m a damn fool?”
“If we let you go, we’re dead men walking.”
Quan Ding Kun gritted his teeth. “Then what the hell do you want?”
“I’m warning you—kill me, and you sign your own death warrant.”
Chen Xue Wen smiled, calm as ever. “Relax. I value my life just fine.”
“All I want… is for you to personally see us out of here.”
Then he glanced around at the surrounding thugs, smirking. “Listen up, fellas. If you don’t want to see Brother Kun missing a nose, a leg, or worse, I’d suggest stepping aside.”
“Because if he gets hurt, it won’t be on us—it’ll be on you.”
The threat hung in the air like a blade.
Quan Ding Kun’s crew hesitated, then slowly backed off, one by one.
No one wanted to be the one responsible for their boss losing a limb.
Chen Xue Wen kept his cool, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd as he took in every detail. Some men had backed away, fear plain on their faces. But a handful stayed put, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. No doubt about it—these weren’t Quan Ding Kun’s boys. They were Lu Jin Po’s plants, waiting for their moment.
Without a flicker of emotion, Chen Xue Wen gave a low cough, just enough to send a subtle signal to Little Yang. The kid caught on fast, scratching his head in response—a quiet acknowledgment that he’d keep an eye on them.
Slowly, deliberately, Chen Xue Wen drew his bone-cutting knife and pressed it against Quan Ding Kun’s throat. His voice, cold as steel, cut through the tense silence. “Brother Kun, looks like some of your men aren’t too keen on keeping you alive.”
He let the words hang for a second, then chuckled darkly. “How about this? I dig out one of your eyes first—give ‘em a little show?”
Quan Ding Kun nearly choked on his own breath. He was already missing both ears, and now this bastard wanted his eye? His face twisted in panic before he roared at his men, “You motherfuckers, back the hell off!”
His goons stumbled backward, desperate to get out of range. The men Lu Jin Po had sent exchanged brief glances, their eyes flicking toward the two bodyguards who had gone down earlier. After a tense moment, they too retreated, but not too far. They weren’t giving up their ground. From the way they moved, it was clear they weren’t here to save Quan Ding Kun—they were here to take down Chen Xue Wen.
Chen Xue Wen noticed their careful maneuvering and adjusted accordingly. Keeping Quan Ding Kun in a tight hold, he had Little Yang and Gu Hong Bing flank him. These two were his best fighters—anyone trying to ambush them would have to go through them first.
Step by step, they moved toward the exit. The corridor felt endless, lined with Quan Ding Kun’s lackeys, but none of them dared make a move. They were thugs, sure, but they weren’t built for this kind of pressure. Seeing their boss held hostage had them too rattled to act.
Before long, only Lu Jin Po’s men remained, maintaining a steady, calculated distance. It was a deadly game of cat and mouse—close enough to keep Chen Xue Wen on edge, far enough that he couldn’t make a clean break.
Then, just as they neared the corridor’s corner, a shadow burst from a nearby private room.
Chen Xue Wen had been watching the men in the hallway, expecting an attack from them. But this bastard had been lying in wait, hoping for a blind spot. He lunged straight for the bone-cutting knife, aiming to rip it from Chen Xue Wen’s grip.
Too bad for him, Chen Xue Wen had already factored in the unexpected.
The second the ambusher made his move, Little Yang was on him. Fast as lightning, he locked an arm around the man’s throat and slammed him to the ground with brutal efficiency.
Chen Xue Wen, meanwhile, played his part to perfection. He feigned surprise, letting his grip falter just enough to let his blade slip—but not before it bit into Quan Ding Kun’s throat, carving a shallow but bloody line.
Quan Ding Kun screamed in agony, his voice ragged and desperate.
Chen Xue Wen clapped a firm hand over the wound, smirking. “Relax, Brother Kun. Just a scratch.” He squeezed, making the older man whimper. “But maybe you should remind your boys to stay put. One wrong move, and this little nick could turn into something much worse.”
Quan Ding Kun was beyond fear now—he was pure, animal panic. He bellowed, “You dumb fucks trying to get me killed? BACK THE FUCK OFF!”
Lu Jin Po’s men hesitated. The stakes had changed. The mission was one thing, but nobody wanted to explain to their boss why they let Quan Ding Kun bleed out.
One by one, they started stepping back.
Chen Xue Wen’s smirk widened. This game was his to play, and he was just getting started.
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