Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 152
Chapter 152: Either He Dies, or I Do
As the clock struck seven in the evening, Chen Xue Wen and Ding Three rolled up to the Vegetable Market Entrance. This was Peaceful City’s biggest hub for wholesale produce—nearly everything the people ate passed through here before hitting the streets.
The first storefront by the north gate? That belonged to Little Yang.
Here, Chen Xue Wen finally got eyes on the man Ding Three had been talking about.
Little Yang looked to be in his early twenties. Not tall—maybe five foot nine. Not particularly built, either—hovering around 140 pounds, give or take. Just an average-looking guy, compact and balanced, nothing extraordinary at first glance. But there was a sharpness in his eyes, a kind of alertness that set him apart from the crowd.
His waist was strapped with a simple leather pouch, and he moved quick, darting between crates, stacking and unstacking goods like every other merchant grinding through the evening rush. Just another guy hustling to make a living.
Chen Xue Wen observed him carefully, then turned to Ding Three. “You sure it’s him?”
Ding Three nodded. “Positive.”
Chen Xue Wen scratched his head. Hard to believe this kid was supposed to be someone special.
Then, something happened.
A truck pulled up by the entrance. Two burly men stood on the cargo bed, one on each end of a massive sack. They gave Little Yang a nod and tossed it down.
In one swift motion, Little Yang caught the bag mid-air, barely bending his knees as he swung it up onto his shoulder. Then, without so much as a grunt, he strode inside like he was carrying a pillow.
Chen Xue Wen sucked in a breath. “Damn. That’s some strength.”
Ding Three smirked. “You don’t say? That bag’s gotta be between 130 and 150 pounds.”
“He carried it like it was nothing. Means his stance is rock solid,” Ding Three continued. “No way he hasn’t trained.”
For the first time, Chen Xue Wen started believing the rumors. Maybe this Little Yang really was the real deal.
He took a deep breath. “Let’s go talk to him.”
Ding Three hesitated. “Uh… maybe we should rethink that.”
Chen Xue Wen raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
Ding Three glanced at Gu Hong Bing, then clicked his tongue. “You wanna know why this idiot got into a fight with Little Yang?”
Chen Xue Wen shrugged. “Do tell.”
Ding Three sneered. “This dumbass was sniffing around the boss lady from the shop next door. Little Yang’s tight with the shop owner. Didn’t take kindly to it, so he whooped his ass.”
Chen Xue Wen stared at Gu Hong Bing. The guy usually kept his head down, played it straight. Hard to imagine him getting in trouble over a woman.
Gu Hong Bing’s face burned red. “Three Lord, it wasn’t like that! It was love!”
Ding Three kicked him in the shin. “Love? The hell outta here with that! How many times you ‘been in love’ this year alone?”
“Damn mutt’s got more flings than a stray dog in heat!”
Chen Xue Wen barely held back a laugh. Ding Three had a way with words, alright.
Ding Three pulled Gu Hong Bing aside and handed Chen Xue Wen a few documents.
“Did my homework,” he said. “Originally, I wanted to pull him into my crew. But now? You need him more than I do.”
Chen Xue Wen glanced at the files, then at Ding Three. The guy had put in some serious effort gathering this intel.
Little Yang was more than just muscle. And a guy like that? You couldn’t just buy him with cash.
For Ding Three to willingly hand over everything he found—it spoke volumes.
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “Three Brother, don’t worry. I won’t let you down.”
Ding Three grinned. “I know.”
With that, Chen Xue Wen stepped inside Little Yang’s shop.
Little Yang had just finished moving stock when he noticed them enter. He wiped his hands on his pants and turned, all business. “Boss, what do you need?”
Chen Xue Wen smiled. “Let’s introduce ourselves first. I’m Chen Xue Wen.”
The air in the shop changed instantly.
Little Yang’s expression froze. First came surprise, then a slow, creeping coldness.
“If it’s protection money you’re after, we ain’t got it,” he said flatly.
Chen Xue Wen almost laughed. His name had been making the rounds in Peaceful City—Little Yang must’ve heard it somewhere.
“I’m not here for that,” Chen Xue Wen said. “You already know why I’m here.”
Little Yang frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Lu Jin Huan is dead,” Chen Xue Wen said, voice low. “I’m guessing you already know.”
Little Yang’s hands clenched into fists. His face darkened.
Outside, two of his guys noticed the shift in mood and rushed over.
“Yang Brother! Everything alright?”
“Somebody causing trouble?”
They looked ready to throw hands.
But Little Yang waved them off. “Step outside.”
They hesitated, but nodded and backed away.
Little Yang pulled off his work gloves, set his pouch aside. “And what’s that got to do with me?”
Chen Xue Wen smiled. “Come on, Yang Brother. You know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know a thing or two.”
“I just came to give you a heads-up.”
“Lu Jin Po is coming back to Peaceful City.”
Little Yang’s fists tightened even more, the veins in his arms popping.
Chen Xue Wen leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. “And the first thing on his list? Killing me.”
Little Yang exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay calm. “And?”
“I know about your history with Lu Jin Po,” Chen Xue Wen continued. “When he comes back, you’re gonna want his head. But let’s be real—think you can take him down alone?”
Little Yang’s eyes flashed with pure, cold hatred. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “One of us dies.”
“I’ve waited over ten years for this. You think I’m scared?”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. “If you were scared, you wouldn’t be here.”
“But think about this—if you go at him and lose? Your whole family’s gone. The Yang name? Wiped out.”
Little Yang’s eyes turned into slits. “Cut to the chase, Chen. What do you want?”
Chen Xue Wen met his gaze. “Simple. Help me kill Lu Jin Po.”
Little Yang sneered. “I don’t need you for that.”
Chen Xue Wen shook his head. “I’m not talking about a last-ditch suicide mission.”
“I mean making damn sure he dies.”
Little Yang’s eyes flickered.
Chen Xue Wen tapped his fingers against the counter. “And I’ll throw in three gifts.”
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