Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 154
Chapter 154: A New Warrior Joins the Ranks
Little Yang wasn’t alone—he had three men by his side. These weren’t just any men; they were his brothers-in-arms, men who had followed him for years, men he had brought back with him from another city. Ever since returning to Peaceful City, they had stuck by him, running a wholesale noodle business together.
For two years, they had toiled side by side, making an honest living. But now, Little Yang had made a decision—he was throwing in with Chen Xue Wen. And like any man of honor, he called his brothers together to lay it all out for them.
He took a deep breath and said, “You all know my story.”
“For two years, I’ve had you keeping tabs on Lu Jin Huan, waiting for any word of Lu Jin Po. Now the news has come—Lu Jin Po is returning. And you know what that means. Blood calls for blood.”
His eyes burned with the fire of vengeance. “But this road I’m about to walk—it’s a road with no return. I won’t force you to follow me.”
He placed a firm hand on the counter. “I’m leaving the business to you three. Run it well, stack your money, find yourselves some good women, and live clean lives.”
The room fell silent for a moment, tension thick as smoke. Then, one of his men—a broad-shouldered brute—slammed his palm on the table.
“Fuck that! I ain’t selling noodles for a living!”
His voice rang with conviction. “Yang, you pulled me outta the gutter. If it weren’t for you, I’d have been crippled and begging in the streets by now.”
He leaned forward, eyes unwavering. “Your fight is my fight. No matter where you go, I go.”
The second man nodded firmly. “Damn right. I owe you my life. You pulled him out of that coal pit. That means my life belongs to you, too.”
The third man wasted no words—he simply grabbed his coat, strode to the door, and barked, “That old bastard Feng from West Gate’s been eyeing this shop for a while. I’ll go settle things with him now. We’re done here.”
Then he turned, eyes fierce. “Wherever you go, Yang, I go.”
Little Yang looked at his brothers, his eyes misting over. He gave them a slow, solemn nod. “Good brothers… thank you.”
Then he turned to Chen Xue Wen. “Chen, the four of us are yours to command. But let’s get one thing straight—these men are my blood. You treat them as brothers, or we’ve got a problem.”
Chen Xue Wen met his gaze steadily. “The fact that you’re willing to follow me already means you see something in me. That alone is enough.”
He smiled, a quiet confidence behind it. “From this moment forward, you are my brothers. No exceptions.”
Little Yang nodded, satisfied. “Alright then. We’ll pack up tonight. Expect us tomorrow.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “No rush. Tomorrow morning, you and I have somewhere to be first—Peaceful City Prison.”
He gave a knowing look. “I promised you three gifts. The last one’s waiting there.”
Little Yang clenched his fists, his whole body trembling with the anticipation of vengeance. He had waited years for this. Now, at last, he could act.
…
Outside the shop, Ding Three and his men were waiting. As soon as Chen Xue Wen stepped out, Ding Three strode up, his face tight with curiosity.
“Well?” he asked, his voice urgent. “How’d it go?”
Chen Xue Wen gave him a slow, confident nod. “With the info and leverage you provided, there was no problem.”
Those two photographs—Ding Three had given them to him. The background information, the key details—it had all come from Ding Three’s research.
Ding Three had wanted Little Yang under his wing once, so he had done his homework. He had dug up the truth about Little Yang’s sister-in-law, his nephew, and Liu Hong Yang’s past.
If not for those details, there was no way Chen Xue Wen could’ve convinced Little Yang to join him.
Ding Three grinned. “Damn good. That’s another warrior at your side, Xue Wen.”
“With Little Yang in your crew, even Lu Jin Po won’t be able to walk all over you.”
Chen Xue Wen had never seen Little Yang fight, but Ding Three’s words carried weight. If he vouched for the man’s skills, they had to be real.
Then something occurred to him. “Three, how the hell did you dig up all that intel?”
Little Yang had spent two years searching for his sister-in-law, but had come up empty. Yet Ding Three had found everything.
Ding Three just smirked. “I’ve got my ways.”
“Look, I ain’t good at a lot of things, but when it comes to information, I’ve got skills.”
“I’ve been around. Made the right connections. If there’s something I want to know, chances are, I’ll find it.”
Chen Xue Wen’s mind raced. If Ding Three truly had that kind of reach… that was gold. In this world, nothing was more valuable than information.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. “Three, can you look into someone for me?”
Ding Three raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
Chen Xue Wen hesitated for a second, then relayed everything he knew about Old Du—except, of course, for the Heart Technique and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Some things were too dangerous to let slip.
He had been wondering about Old Du for a long time. The man was cunning—maybe even more so than Fifth Master Hou. If not for his constant vigilance, Old Du would have already gutted him like a fish.
That kind of man wasn’t ordinary. There had to be more to him.
Ding Three listened carefully, his expression darkening. Then he muttered, “Du, huh?”
Chen Xue Wen frowned. “Something wrong?”
Ding Three didn’t answer right away. He tapped a cigarette against his palm, thinking.
“I’ll look into it,” he said at last. “But I hope to hell he’s not one of the people I’m thinking about.”
Chen Xue Wen’s stomach turned. “Who the hell are you talking about?”
Ding Three met his eyes. “Let’s just say… the Du name carries some serious weight in certain circles. Not the kind of people you wanna cross.”
A chill crept into Chen Xue Wen’s bones. Had he unknowingly killed someone important?
Ding Three saw the look on his face and chuckled. “Don’t sweat it too much. Maybe it’s nothing.”
He exhaled a plume of smoke. “Besides, if he was one of them, no way he’d be rotting away in a place like Peaceful City Prison.”
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