Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 196
Chapter 196: I Don’t Fall for Cheap Tricks
Chen Xue Wen had a plan—get in good with Sun Guo Bin first, then find a way to sweet-talk him. After all, there was no way Sun Guo Bin was happy taking orders from Lu Jin Po. If Chen Xue Wen could get him on his side, at least for tonight, things would be stable.
Sure, Sun Shang Wu was powerful, but he wouldn’t personally take action against Chen Xue Wen. Besides, Fifth Master Hou wouldn’t let it happen. If the first plan failed, there was a backup: hold out until Fifth Master Hou’s men arrived. And if things really went south, there was always the last resort—fight his way out.
But no matter how good a plan is, reality has a way of messing things up.
Right now, things were looking bad—real bad.
These two guys weren’t giving him a chance to speak. They were ready to kill him right then and there.
Clearly, they had seen through Chen Xue Wen’s little game—figured out he was trying to manipulate Sun Guo Bin—and decided to strike first.
Chen Xue Wen’s strength wasn’t enough to resist, so he took a deep breath, ready to rely on his cowhide jacket to take the hit, then call for help and break out.
But just as the dagger was about to pierce his flesh, everything changed.
BANG!
Sun Guo Bin slammed his hand down on the table and barked, “Enough! Stop!”
The two men froze, hesitating just long enough for the moment to shift. One of them looked at Sun Guo Bin and whispered, “Young Master Sun, Lord Gold said—”
Before he could finish, Sun Guo Bin grabbed a bottle of liquor from the table and smashed it over the man’s head.
Glass shattered, blood splattered, and the man staggered, clutching his skull.
Sun Guo Bin casually brushed glass shards off his sleeve and sneered, “Let’s get one thing straight. You two might be Lu Jin Po’s dogs, but I’m not. No one tells me how to handle my business.”
The two men’s faces turned pale. Sun Guo Bin’s words were a slap in Lu Jin Po’s face.
At that moment, Sun Guo Bin’s men stormed in, filling the private room, sealing off any chance of escape.
One of the two killers gulped, eyes darting around, before speaking cautiously. “Young Master Sun, we mean no disrespect. But Lord Gold is one of us, and this punk killed his sister and brother-in-law. Surely, you can’t just let that slide?”
Sun Guo Bin’s expression turned ice-cold. “I don’t need you to tell me what I can and can’t do. You’ve been working under Lu Jin Po too long—you’ve forgotten your place.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “Take them away. Teach them some proper manners.”
His men obeyed immediately, dragging the two out of the room.
Neither dared to protest. They knew all too well that Sun Guo Bin had no love for Lu Jin Po.
The truth was, Sun Guo Bin had always resented his father, Sun Shang Wu. He saw him as an old-fashioned relic, stuck in outdated ways, while he himself was the future. Sun Shang Wu, in turn, thought Sun Guo Bin was a spoiled, useless brat, all flash and no substance.
Their father-son feud ran deep.
And now, with the Double Dragon Mountain mine in play, Sun Guo Bin had been itching to take control. But Sun Shang Wu had shut him down, bringing in Lu Jin Po to handle the situation instead. That had been an outright insult to Sun Guo Bin.
They had fought over it, but Sun Shang Wu wouldn’t budge, leaving Sun Guo Bin simmering with rage and looking for an opportunity to get back at both his father and Lu Jin Po.
If it weren’t for Sun Shang Wu’s direct order, Sun Guo Bin wouldn’t have even bothered dealing with Chen Xue Wen tonight.
So now, with the tables turned, the last thing those two men wanted was to push Sun Guo Bin’s buttons any further.
This was still Sun Shang Wu’s son, after all. If they really pushed him too far, and Sun Guo Bin decided to cripple both of them, who the hell would dare to say a word?
After ordering his men to clean up the scene, Sun Guo Bin finally turned his gaze to Chen Xue Wen, his lips curling into a smirk that was half amusement, half menace. “Chen Xue Wen, I know why you’re trying to get close to me. You want my help.”
He leaned back, swirling the red wine in his glass, the deep crimson liquid catching the dim light. “To be honest, if you weren’t my enemy, considering our past as senior and junior at school, maybe I’d lend you a hand. But now? Now, you think just calling me ‘senior’ is enough to make me let you go?”
Sun Guo Bin’s voice dropped to a deadly calm. “My old man gave the order—tonight, your life ends here.”
With that, he casually tossed a dagger onto the table, the blade clinking against the wood. He chuckled, the sound laced with cruelty. “But since you were once my junior, I’ll give you an option for dignity.”
“Cut off one hand and one foot yourself, hand over Electronic Dynasty, and get the hell out of Peaceful City. Do that, and this ends here.”
Chen Xue Wen glanced at the dagger, his expression unchanging. He smiled faintly. “Young Master Sun, when I called you ‘senior,’ it wasn’t to curry favor.”
He let out a soft sigh, eyes filled with something almost like regret. “I just find it a shame. Right now, I should be where you once were—sitting in a bright, spacious classroom, listening to grandmasters share their wisdom, using knowledge to change my fate.”
“But fate had other plans. I never got the chance to attend university, so I can only seek recognition through… other means.”
His words struck a nerve. Sun Guo Bin’s expression flickered, just for a moment.
Because what Chen Xue Wen had just said—about knowledge shaping destiny, about rising through intellect—those were the very words Sun Guo Bin often used when he played the role of a cultured man in public.
And hearing those same words coming from this junior of his… it made him feel an unexpected sliver of appreciation.
But appreciation alone wasn’t enough to call off a death sentence.
Still cradling his wine glass, Sun Guo Bin said nothing. He simply watched, waiting for Chen Xue Wen to sever his own limbs.
Chen Xue Wen reached for the dagger, his movements unhurried. Then, he looked up, meeting Sun Guo Bin’s gaze. “Since you don’t like me calling you ‘senior,’ let’s change that.”
“Young Master Sun, if you want me to cripple myself, that’s not impossible.”
His voice was steady, eerily calm. “After all, with your status, killing me is as easy as saying a word. If all you’re asking is for me to cut off a hand and a foot, that’s already showing me great mercy.”
“But I just can’t figure something out.”
Chen Xue Wen locked eyes with him, voice growing even softer. “What exactly did I do to offend Old Master Sun? Why would a man of his stature go out of his way to demand my death?”
Sun Guo Bin frowned. His tone turned cold. “My old man wants you dead. That’s all that matters. Does he need a damn reason?”
Chen Xue Wen let out a bitter chuckle. “Of course not. When a man reaches that level, he doesn’t have to explain himself to anyone.”
He paused, then gave Sun Guo Bin a long, searching look. “But tell me, Young Master Sun, are you also someone who doesn’t care for reason?”
“I may not have attended university, but even I understand this—reading the classics, learning the ways of the world, it’s all meant to cultivate wisdom and uphold reason.”
“Throughout history, the great men remembered for generations weren’t those who ruled by brute force alone, but those who won hearts through reason and virtue.”
“Young Master Sun, your education far surpasses mine. You’ve read more books, seen more of the world.”
Chen Xue Wen’s voice sharpened just slightly. “Could it be that you don’t understand what even I do?”
Sun Guo Bin’s expression darkened.
He prided himself on being a man of honor, someone who did things openly and with integrity. He always looked down on his father’s shadowy dealings and backroom schemes.
And now, Chen Xue Wen had called him out on it.
Sun Guo Bin’s fingers clenched around his glass. “Trying to provoke me into letting you go?”
A sneer twisted his lips. “Wrong move.”
With a sudden slam, his palm struck the table, the impact making the wine glass tremble.
His voice rang with fury. “I don’t fall for cheap tricks!”
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