Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 171
Chapter 171: You Forced My Hand
Lu Jin Po’s goons exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them made a move to interfere.
One of the tougher-looking ones spoke up, his voice low and steady. “Kun, don’t panic. He wouldn’t dare kill you.”
“If he takes you out, there’s no way he’s walking out of here either.”
Chen Xue Wen let out a cold chuckle. Without hesitation, he pressed the dagger against Quan Ding Kun’s skin, the blade biting just enough to draw a thin trickle of blood. “Wanna bet?”
“I’m not some saint, and I sure as hell ain’t playing games. Maybe I carve him up a little first—let’s see how much blood he’s got in him.”
Quan Ding Kun trembled, his face losing all color. “Brother Wen, please… don’t—don’t do anything rash.”
“I—I’ll listen to you! But… but these guys ain’t mine. They belong to Lord Gold! I—I can’t control them!”
Chen Xue Wen sneered. “So, they’re Lu Jin Po’s men, huh? No wonder they don’t give a damn whether you live or die.”
“But tell me something, Kun—your life belongs to you. Lu Jin Po doesn’t care, but do you?”
“My advice? Find a way to make them leave.” His grip on the dagger tightened. “Or, well… I’ll make sure you don’t walk away from this at all.”
With that, he gave the blade a slight upward push, its sharp tip sinking just a bit deeper into Quan Ding Kun’s flesh.
Quan Ding Kun flinched and let out a guttural groan before his expression twisted in fury. “Motherf***ers! You trying to get me killed?!”
“Get the hell out—NOW!”
Then, he swung his arms wildly, barking orders. “E Gou! Da Hu! Get your men in here and clear these bastards out!”
At his command, his own crew stormed in, their presence a stark contrast to Lu Jin Po’s men. Tension crackled through the air as they squared up against the intruders, eyes locked and fists clenched.
Lu Jin Po’s crew hesitated, their faces dark with frustration. But in the end, they backed off, stepping out of the hallway and making way.
Seeing them retreat, Chen Xue Wen exhaled slightly. Those men had been the real threat—Lu Jin Po’s killers were ruthless. Quan Ding Kun’s gang, on the other hand, was nothing more than a ragtag bunch, hardly worth worrying about.
With his blade still at Quan Ding Kun’s throat, Chen Xue Wen began moving toward the exit.
Little Yang trailed close behind. But after only a few steps, something clicked in his mind. He abruptly turned on his heel and strode back to where a man he had previously knocked down lay groaning on the floor.
Without hesitation, he drove his boot into the guy’s face.
The man let out a choked scream as blood gushed from his nose and mouth. He barely managed to stay conscious.
Chen Xue Wen smirked and pulled out his bone-cutting knife, tossing it to Little Yang. “That one’s Lu Jin Po’s dog. Waste him.”
Little Yang didn’t even blink. He stepped forward, gripping the blade tightly.
The man on the floor, realizing the danger, scrambled to get up and flee. But he was already weakened, injured. There was no way he could outrun what was coming.
Little Yang seized him by the neck and twisted, slamming him back down.
The man gasped, his struggles weak but desperate. Little Yang ended it with a brutal punch to the ribs, breaking him in an instant.
The injured man let out a piercing scream. “Help! Somebody—HELP ME!”
Outside, Lu Jin Po’s men surged forward, ready to charge back in.
But Chen Xue Wen pressed his blade harder against Quan Ding Kun’s throat, drawing another sharp cry from him.
“Stop them! Now!” Quan Ding Kun shrieked, his voice raw with terror.
Despite their aggression, Lu Jin Po’s men found themselves blocked by Quan Ding Kun’s forces. The numbers weren’t in their favor.
Inside, the fallen man’s screams turned into choked sobs as Little Yang crushed his wrist under his boot, snapping bone and tendon alike. Then he moved to the legs, ensuring the man would never walk right again.
Chen Xue Wen frowned. “Not good enough.”
Breaking limbs? That was a temporary setback. In a year, maybe less, with the right treatment, the bastard could recover.
And if they were going after Lu Jin Po, there could be no loose ends.
No mercy.
Chen Xue Wen shoved Quan Ding Kun toward Gu Hong Bing, then strode forward, snatching up the bone-cutting knife. He pressed the wailing man on the ground, his expression cold as steel, and with precise, ruthless strokes, he severed the tendons in both the man’s wrist and ankle.
The man’s screams pierced the night, raw with agony. With his tendons cut, he was nothing more than a cripple now—a dead man walking without even the privilege of walking.
Outside, Lu Jin Po’s men saw the brutality unfold, their rage boiling over. One by one, they erupted into furious shouts.
“Fuck you, Chen Xue Wen! You crippled our brother? You’re dead! You hear me? Fucking dead!”
“You got balls? Let Quan Ding Kun go and face us one-on-one!”
“Chen Xue Wen, you motherfucker! I swear, if I don’t kill you, I ain’t even human!”
“When Lord Gold gets back, he’ll chop you to pieces and feed you to the dogs!”
Their curses rained down, but Chen Xue Wen’s expression only grew colder.
“Tch. I was gonna leave him one good hand and foot.” He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “But since you boys wanna be ruthless, since you wanna take my life, well… I won’t be leaving him anything at all.”
Without another word, he crouched down and sliced through the tendons on the man’s remaining limbs. The wretched howls that followed sent shivers down the spines of even the hardest men outside.
Lu Jin Po’s crew were on the verge of exploding, but not one of them dared move. They could do nothing but watch their brother collapse into the dirt, convulsing in pain, his future stolen in mere moments.
Chen Xue Wen wiped the blood from his face and stood, pointing a bloodied finger at the men outside. “This? This is on you.”
Silence swallowed their anger, leaving only clenched fists and gritted teeth. None of them spoke now. They knew the next wrong word could mean more suffering for their fallen brother.
With Quan Ding Kun in his grasp, Chen Xue Wen backed them down and strode into the courtyard.
“Tell your men to get a car,” he ordered, his voice low, dangerous.
Quan Ding Kun, shaken to his very core after witnessing Chen Xue Wen’s cruelty, dared not protest. His hands trembled as he signaled for one of his men to fetch a vehicle.
Once the car arrived, Chen Xue Wen shoved Quan Ding Kun inside. Then, moving methodically, he approached his own car, ensuring both vehicles were ready to roll.
With the engines rumbling, they peeled away from the compound, leaving Lu Jin Po’s men staring at the taillights, frozen, uncertain of their next move.
It was Lu Jin Po’s crew that reacted first, fumbling for their phones.
“Call the boss! Now!”
As soon as Lu Jin Po picked up, they spilled the whole story, their voices laced with panic and fury.
For a long time, Lu Jin Po said nothing. Then, with ice in his voice, he spoke two words:
“Call the cops.”
His men hesitated, momentarily stunned, but then understanding dawned. This wasn’t just a street beef anymore—this was straight-up kidnapping. If they wanted to play smart, the best move was to let the law handle it.
Without another word, they dialed the police.
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Chen Xue Wen and his crew gunned their vehicles down the highway, pushing past the outskirts of Three Rivers County.
Inside the car, Little Yang was shaking, his body practically vibrating with pent-up rage. He had waited for this moment, seethed for it, and now that it was here, he could barely contain himself.
The second they pulled to a stop, he lunged for Quan Ding Kun, yanking him from the car and slamming him onto the dirt road.
“Brother Wen, give me the knife!” His eyes burned with fury, his teeth clenched so tight they might crack.
Quan Ding Kun was trembling like a leaf in a storm. His men were gone. His protection was gone. Now, he was nothing but a lamb surrounded by wolves.
He dropped to his knees, his voice quivering. “P-please… don’t kill me.”
“Brother Wen, I-I was wrong,” he stammered, his forehead nearly scraping the dirt. “I won’t work for Lu Jin Po anymore, I swear! Just let me live!”
Little Yang sneered, his fingers tightening into fists. “Let you live?” He spat. “You’re dreaming, motherfucker.”
His eyes snapped back to Chen Xue Wen. “Brother Wen, the knife.”
But Chen Xue Wen didn’t hand it over. Instead, he stepped toward Quan Ding Kun, looking down at him with an unreadable expression.
“You really wanna live?” he asked, voice calm, almost conversational.
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