Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 178
Chapter 178: Crouching Dragon, Hidden Phoenix?
That afternoon, Chen Xue Wen made a call to Boss Hu and requisitioned the second floor of his building.
Ever since Uncle Quan got taken out, Boss Hu had hightailed it back to Peaceful City, and now? The man wouldn’t even dare think of playing games with Chen Xue Wen. The moment he heard the request, he obediently had his driver deliver the keys without a single complaint.
With the keys in hand, Chen Xue Wen led Little Yang and the crew upstairs. Once inside, he laid out his grand design. These boys had all worked in construction before; they didn’t need him to explain twice.
Little Yang thumped his chest. “Brother Wen, no problem! Leave it to us!”
Chen Xue Wen nodded approvingly before dropping his voice. “There are a few special touches you boys will need to handle yourselves.”
He tapped the blueprint, pointing at a few key rooms. “This one here—fake ceiling. Use tarpaulin, paint the underside white. Make it look real. But on top? Layer it with quicklime, set it up so it drops at the pull of a cord.”
“And over here,” he continued, his finger gliding across the layout, “run the pipes along the walls. Load the top with fire hose tanks…”
He walked them through every detail, step by step. By the time he finished, Little Yang’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head.
“Brother Wen, this setup… damn! If Lu Jin Po walks in here clueless, he ain’t walking out alive.”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. “That’s the whole idea.”
As they were talking, a heavy thudding sound echoed from the staircase.
They turned and saw Li Tie Zhu lugging an oversized sack up the steps. Behind him, another man—just as massive—hauled a second bag like it weighed nothing.
This newcomer was something else. Easily over six foot two, built like a brick wall. But his clothes? Torn-up military green coat, patched all over like it’d survived a war. His pants were no better—two huge patches on his rear, mismatched and screaming for attention. Beneath the coat, he wore nothing but a threadbare vest, despite the biting cold outside. And judging by the bulge in his pants? No thermal underwear, maybe no underwear at all.
Chen Xue Wen blinked. “Pillar, who’s this?”
Li Tie Zhu ran over, grinning ear to ear. “Brother Wen, this is my childhood buddy, Tie Dan!”
“He wants in on the job too!”
Tie Dan stepped forward with a wide, honest grin, his expression a near mirror of Li Tie Zhu’s own.
Chen Xue Wen sized him up, mind racing. [What kinda place did Tie Zhu grow up in, cranking out giants like this?]
But more than the size, it was the demeanor—big, strong, and just a little… slow. Just like Tie Zhu.
Still, loyalty counted for everything in this line of work, and if he was anything like Tie Zhu, he was worth keeping around. After all, back when they faced off against Snake, Tie Zhu had thrown himself into the fire, taking a blade for him without hesitation.
Chen Xue Wen smiled. “Alright, if he’s your boy, he’s in.”
He turned to Tie Dan. “Get settled. We’ll eat together tonight.”
Tie Dan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. That look—Chen Xue Wen had seen it before. The first time he ever bought Tie Zhu a meal.
His stomach dropped.
[Shit. Does this guy eat as much as Tie Zhu?]
Chen Xue Wen raised an eyebrow and asked on instinct, “Tie Zhu, your childhood buddy—does he eat as much as you?”
Li Tie Zhu shook his head. “Nah, he’s different from me.”
Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he added, “But, Brother Wen, tonight ain’t gonna work.”
“Tomorrow instead!”
Chen Xue Wen blinked in surprise. This was a first—offering Li Tie Zhu a free meal and getting turned down? The guy wasn’t the scheming type, so if he said no, it probably meant he really had something else going on.
Shrugging it off, Chen Xue Wen pulled out a fat stack of cash and pressed it into Tie Zhu’s hands. “Alright, tomorrow then. Here, take this—go get Tie Dan a phone, some clothes.”
Without hesitation, Li Tie Zhu pocketed the cash. “Got it!” Then he turned to Tie Dan with a grin. “Let’s roll! We’re getting you some fresh threads!”
Tie Dan whooped with excitement and bounded after Tie Zhu without so much as a nod to Chen Xue Wen. Watching them disappear down the street, Chen Xue Wen shook his head in exasperation. Then a thought struck him—these two? Wandering around shopping? Easy targets.
Without wasting time, he dialed Li Er Yong. “Er Yong, do me a favor—go keep an eye on those two and make sure they don’t get ripped off. And—” he hesitated, then smirked, “make sure Tie Dan gets some underwear. I got a feeling the guy doesn’t even know what those are. Can’t have him walking around with his junk out like some damn caveman.”
Li Er Yong groaned but hopped on his motorbike, gunning the engine to catch up with the duo. When he pulled up beside them, he didn’t waste words. “Hop on, I know where to get good clothes for cheap.”
Tie Zhu and Tie Dan beamed. “Hell yeah!”
“Tie Dan, you first!”
Tie Dan clambered onto the bike, Tie Zhu behind him, making the whole ride look ridiculously overloaded. They hadn’t even gone far before Li Er Yong slammed the brakes, pointing at them both. “You two? Get a cab.”
Tie Zhu scratched his head. “Why?”
Li Er Yong glared. “Shut up! Next time, don’t get on my bike if you ain’t wearin’ underwear! Damn!”
Cursing under his breath, he flagged a taxi, shoved the two inside, then followed them on his motorbike just to make sure they didn’t wander off.
By the time the shopping trip was done, Tie Dan was looking like a new man—fresh clothes, a brand-new phone in his hands. He fiddled with it curiously while Tie Zhu patiently showed him the basics.
Five minutes in, the guy had learned just enough to be dangerous—he immediately started dialing. Problem was, his phone had only two numbers saved: Li Er Yong and Li Tie Zhu.
Li Er Yong, standing right across from him, watched as the phone in his own pocket buzzed. He stared at Tie Dan, who was clumsily trying to call him while looking straight at him. He nearly lost his mind.
“The hell? You two ain’t actually blood brothers, right? ‘Cause you sure act like it!”
He remembered when Tie Zhu got his first phone—same dumb moves, calling people just for the thrill of it. Now here was Tie Dan, a carbon copy. What kind of backwater was their village raising, sending out two idiots like them at the same time?
Luckily, Tie Zhu knew how to fix things. He introduced Tie Dan to Snake Game. That was it—Tie Dan got hooked immediately, forgetting all about making phone calls. Problem solved.
Li Er Yong sighed, swinging a leg over his motorbike. “Alright, Tie Zhu, Tie Dan—food?”
The two exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in perfect sync. “We ain’t hungry.”
Li Er Yong’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Tie Zhu? Not hungry? Something was off. But whatever—he wasn’t about to dig into it.
“Fine, I’m eating alone then!” He revved up his bike and sped off.
Only when he was out of sight did Tie Zhu cautiously pull out two small vouchers from his pocket. Printed across them in bold letters: ‘All-You-Can-Eat Buffet – Free Entry.’
He and Tie Dan shared a knowing grin before setting off—destination, unlimited food.
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