Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 155
Chapter 155: Prison Visit
The next morning, Little Yang rolled up to Electronic Dynasty with three of his boys in tow.
Business at Electronic Dynasty was booming—every day was better than the last. By ten in the morning, half the machines inside were already occupied, flashing and beeping with the sounds of easy money changing hands.
Little Yang and his crew stepped inside, taking in the scene, their faces betraying sheer amazement.
“Brother Wen, you must be making a killing here!” one of Little Yang’s guys blurted out.
Chen Xue Wen held up two fingers. “Yesterday alone? Two hundred grand.”
A chorus of gasps erupted from the crew. Even Little Yang couldn’t hide his surprise. “That much?”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “It’s the holiday season—business is always booming. But on regular days? Not quite as wild.”
Little Yang whistled, shaking his head. “Even still, that’s damn impressive.”
“We grind in the rice noodle wholesale business,” he continued. “Up at dawn, hustling for deals, fighting over customers. Work an entire year, and we barely break two million.”
“Your joint here? A couple days of play and you’re already matching our yearly take.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, but his eyes held a knowing gleam. “The bigger the payout, the bigger the risk.”
“Any game where the stakes are high, competition gets ruthless.”
“And when there’s enough money on the table? Someone’s always willing to put it all on the line.”
Little Yang nodded slowly. He knew that truth all too well. Even in his own business, where margins weren’t great, people still fought tooth and nail for every deal. Greed had no limits.
Chen Xue Wen introduced Little Yang and his crew to his own circle. Li Er Yong, Lai Hou, and the others welcomed them with open arms. The room buzzed with camaraderie.
Then Little Yang spotted Ding Three and Gu Hong Bing among them and blinked in surprise. “You two? What the hell are you doing here?”
Chen Xue Wen laughed and laid out the whole backstory.
Little Yang listened, piecing it together, before finally chuckling himself. “So that’s how I ended up getting pulled into this.”
He clapped Gu Hong Bing on the shoulder, grinning. “Hong Bing, about last time… my bad, man.”
Ding Three waved it off before Gu Hong Bing could even respond. “Don’t say that, Little Yang.”
“You did the right thing back then.”
“This little punk needed a lesson. Otherwise, he’d end up paying for it big time down the road.”
“Honestly? Should’ve just busted his third leg so he wouldn’t be causing this kind of trouble ever again!”
The room erupted in laughter. Gu Hong Bing, now thoroughly embarrassed, looked down, awkwardly fidgeting with his shirt.
Chen Xue Wen gestured for Li Er Yong and Lai Hou to keep Little Yang’s crew entertained while he grabbed Ding Three and Gu Hong Bing. Together, the trio walked out of Electronic Dynasty, climbed into the Mercedes they’d acquired from Zhou Jing Hui, and set off towards Peaceful City Prison.
When they arrived, Chen Xue Wen told the others to wait in the car while he made his way to the front entrance alone.
He’d pulled strings the night before to arrange this visit.
At the gate, he presented his documents and stated his purpose. A guard stepped forward, checked everything over, and then led him inside.
Stepping into Peaceful City Prison again, Chen Xue Wen felt a strange sense of dissonance. A lifetime ago, this place had held him in its cold embrace. Back then, every month, his parents had come to see him, bringing what warmth they could. But now, with them gone, he was the visitor.
A bitter taste lingered on his tongue as he sat in the visitation room, lost in thought.
Before long, a familiar figure appeared at the door.
It was a prison officer—a man who had once shown him kindness.
The officer saw him and broke into a smile. “Well, well, if it ain’t Little Chen!”
Chen Xue Wen stood, returning the grin. “Brother Zhang. Long time no see.”
The man was Zhang Dong, the same officer who had looked out for him during his time inside. It was Zhang Dong who had delivered the devastating news of his parents’ passing.
“Sit, sit,” Zhang Dong said, waving him down. “Didn’t expect to see you back here.”
Chen Xue Wen clasped his hands in gratitude. “Brother Zhang, I never got to properly thank you for what you did for me back then.”
Zhang Dong waved him off. “Don’t mention it.”
“I always knew you weren’t cut out for the life they pinned on you.”
“Good thing fate played fair for once. Cleared your name.”
“But listen, kid—make the most of this second chance. No more reckless moves, got it?”
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “Don’t worry, Brother Zhang. I plan to live long and well.”
Zhang Dong beamed, clearly pleased. “That’s what I like to hear.”
He pulled out a logbook. “Alright, let me get you signed in for visitation.”
Standard protocol. Every visit had to be recorded.
Zhang Dong flipped through the pages, searching for Chen Xue Wen’s name.
Then he paused, frowning.
“Wait a second… something’s off.”
“This is your record—back from when people used to visit you.”
“You’re the visitor now, not the inmate. Wrong section!”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn, my mistake. Hold on, let me fix that.”
He shot Chen Xue Wen an apologetic look, but Chen Xue Wen just smirked.
“Guess old habits die hard, huh?”
Chen Xue Wen waved it off with a faint smile. “No big deal.”
As he casually glanced down at the visitor log, his eyes traced over the familiar names—his parents, Li Er Yong—all expected. But then, something caught his eye. A name that shouldn’t have been there.
Wu Li Hong.
He froze. Wu Li Hong? She had never visited him. Not once. So why was her name listed?
His fingers pressed against the paper as he stared, confusion tightening in his chest. “Brother Zhang, this is my visitor record?”
Zhang Dong nodded. “Yeah. You forgot?”
Chen Xue Wen tapped his finger on her name. “She visited? I never saw her.”
Zhang Dong glanced at the record and shrugged. “Oh, that girl? Yeah, she came by twice. Signed in and everything. But both times, she turned around at the last second and walked away. Never actually saw you.”
Just a name on a log. Just two hesitations too late.
Chen Xue Wen swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His vision blurred for a moment, but he steadied himself with a deep breath. From the very beginning, Wu Li Hong had wanted to see him. She just couldn’t bring herself to face him.
He exhaled, forcing himself back to the moment, and went through the motions of signing the visitor sheet with Zhang Dong.
Before long, a prisoner was brought in.
A familiar face.
Huang Fan.
Once, they had shared a cell. Back then, Huang Fan had been a loyal dog under Scarface, but when Scarface fell to Chen Xue Wen, Huang Fan had been quick to switch allegiances. Survival instincts.
The moment Huang Fan spotted Chen Xue Wen, his eyes widened in shock. “W-Wen… Brother Wen?!”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. “Long time no see.”
Huang Fan sat stiff as a corpse, still trying to process what was happening. He’d pledged loyalty before, but that had been about survival. He never expected the man to actually come looking for him.
A nervous laugh slipped out. “Brother Wen… uh… what brings you here?”
Chen Xue Wen leaned back, his smile easy. “Came to check in on you. Also, got a little favor to ask.”
Huang Fan blinked. “Me? A favor? Brother Wen, I’m still locked up, y’know.”
“Exactly why I’m asking,” Chen Xue Wen said smoothly.
His gaze flicked toward the guard nearby. The man immediately turned away, suddenly very interested in a spot on the wall. He had already been paid to hear nothing, say nothing.
Huang Fan was no fool. He took a deep breath, lowering his voice. “Alright, Brother Wen. What do you need?”
Chen Xue Wen’s tone remained light. “There’s a guy inside. Liu Hong Yang. You know him?”
Huang Fan nodded. “Yeah, he’s been in here over a decade. Word is, he’s getting out soon.”
“Good. Take a few of your guys and go have a chat with him. See what he knows.”
Huang Fan’s expression tightened. A ‘chat’ inside the walls of Peaceful City Prison was never just a conversation. It was an extraction. A shake-down for information, and not the polite kind.
“Brother Wen, this ain’t a small thing. If they catch me pressing a guy like Liu Hong Yang, I could get my sentence extended. And that guy… he’s no pushover. You being here, he might talk to you. Me? That’s a different story.”
Huang Fan chuckled nervously, but the reluctance in his voice was clear.
Chen Xue Wen stayed unfazed. “Last night, thirty grand was wired to your old man’s account.”
Silence.
Huang Fan’s breath hitched. His face paled, then flushed. “Th-Thirty grand? For real?”
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “Your father’s visiting you today. You’ll hear it from him yourself.”
Huang Fan inhaled sharply. Thirty grand. More money than he’d ever seen in his life.
A long pause. Then his jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists.
“Brother Wen… What do you need me to ask him?”
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