Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 156
Chapter 156: Who Wants Me Dead?
Half an hour later, Chen Xue Wen stepped out of Peaceful City Prison.
Little Yang was sitting in the car, waiting anxiously. The moment he spotted Chen Xue Wen, he jumped out and hurried over.
“Brother Wen, how’d it go?”
Chen Xue Wen gave a relaxed smile. “It’s done.”
“By tomorrow at the latest, we should have an answer.”
Little Yang exhaled in relief. He’d been worried they’d come up empty-handed. Without lingering, the group got into the car and drove off, leaving Peaceful City Prison behind.
Instead of heading straight back to Old Square, Chen Xue Wen directed Gu Hong Bing to take them to Zhou Jing Hui’s house.
Zhou Jing Hui had already been laid to rest, but the mourning still lingered. White lanterns and funeral decorations remained hung around the house.
They pulled into the courtyard, finding the main hall filled with people. Zhou Jing Hui’s widow, Yu Xia, sat on the couch, her expression dark and severe. Five men sat around her, locked in a heated argument.
As the car rolled in, the arguing ceased. Every head turned toward the courtyard.
The moment they saw Chen Xue Wen stepping out, their faces shifted.
These men had all worked under Zhou Jing Hui before. They knew exactly what Chen Xue Wen was capable of.
Instinctively, some of them took a step back, unwilling to meet his gaze head-on.
Chen Xue Wen, however, walked in with a smile. “Well, well, looks like everyone’s here.”
He turned to Yu Xia and gave a small nod. “Sister-in-law, my apologies. I’ve been caught up with business and couldn’t come sooner to pay my respects to Brother Hui. My condolences.”
Yu Xia’s face twisted in fury as she clenched her jaw. “Spare me the fake sympathy, Chen!”
“Everyone else might fear you, but I don’t!”
“My husband died because of you. I won’t let you get away with it!”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled softly. “Sister-in-law, I think you’ve got it twisted.”
“Brother Hui was cut down by Snake. The law enforcement team already put out a statement. What does that have to do with me?”
Yu Xia snapped, “If you hadn’t set him up, he wouldn’t have died!”
Chen Xue Wen didn’t bother arguing. Instead, he turned to the five men. “So, what’s the argument about? Sounded pretty heated when I walked in. Can’t seem to find common ground?”
The men exchanged uneasy glances before looking away, remaining silent.
Chen Xue Wen let out a cold chuckle. “What, you think I don’t know?”
“I heard the moment Brother Hui’s body went cold, you vultures started scheming over his empire.”
He tsked, shaking his head. “Brother Hui treated you well, didn’t he? And this is how you repay him?”
The five men’s expressions darkened. One of them muttered, “Chen Xue Wen, this is between us and Brother Hui’s family. It doesn’t concern you.”
Another immediately chimed in. “That’s right. Since when do you get a say in our business?”
A third one barked, “Brother Hui’s empire? We built this with our own sweat and blood!”
“His wife wants to hoard everything for herself? We’re just taking what’s rightfully ours!”
The others nodded in agreement. It was clear—they were standing together, prepared to push back against Chen Xue Wen.
Chen Xue Wen’s smile never faded. “I don’t care who owns what. That’s not my problem.”
“But I do care about Brother Hui. He looked out for me when he was alive. And now that he’s gone, I won’t just stand by while you lot bully his widow and child.”
With that, he reached into his coat and pulled out a bone-cutting knife. With a sharp motion, he stabbed it into the wooden table in front of him. The blade quivered from the force.
His voice dropped, ice-cold. “I’ll give you all one chance—take your men and get the hell out. Right now.”
“If you leave, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”
“But if you stay…”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Then don’t blame me for what comes next.”
“You oughta know somethin’—I ain’t no saint, and I sure as hell ain’t no pushover!”
Chen Xue Wen’s voice was steady, but the weight of his words made the five men flinch. Their eyes darted to the bone-cutting knife on the table, fear creeping into their expressions.
They exchanged glances, silent words passing between them. Finally, one of them clenched his teeth, waved a hand, and spat, “Fuck! Chen Xue Wen, who the hell you tryin’ to scare?”
“This is our business with Brother Hui. What’s it to you?”
“You think you’re the only one with a knife?”
“I got one too, and so do my brothers!”
With that, he pulled a blade from his belt and slammed it onto the table. Around the courtyard, more than a dozen men stepped forward, flashing steel, their eyes full of menace as they locked onto Chen Xue Wen.
Seeing their numbers grow, the remaining four quickly found their voices.
“Chen Xue Wen, you really think we’re afraid of you? You’re nothing but a sneaky bastard—who do you think you’re foolin’?”
“Fuck this! Maybe it’s you who should be getting the hell outta here!”
“Shit, we got numbers! Why not just take him out and settle the score for Brother Hui?”
Their shouts filled the air, weapons gripped tight, their stance screaming they were ready to spill blood at the slightest push.
Yet Chen Xue Wen remained calm. He picked up the bone knife, its edge gleaming under the dim light. His voice, cold as steel, cut through the tension. “So, that’s how it is. You ain’t gonna listen to reason.”
“Alright then… guess it’s time for a lesson.”
As he spoke, his gaze flicked to Little Yang. No words were needed.
Without hesitation, Little Yang sprang forward like a starved wolf lunging at its prey. In the blink of an eye, his hands snapped around the throats of the two men in front.
They barely had time to react, their instincts driving them to swing their weapons. But they were too slow. Little Yang wrenched them forward, yanking them off balance. Before they could recover, he hooked his feet behind their ankles and swept them clean off their stance.
They tumbled forward, landing hard at Chen Xue Wen’s feet.
Even Chen Xue Wen himself was caught off guard.
He’d heard Ding Three say that Little Yang was good—but this? This was something else.
Tonight, he’d brought Little Yang along precisely to see what he was capable of. Outside, Li Er Yong, Lai Hou, and their crew were lying in wait, ready to storm in if things went south. But now, seeing how effortlessly Little Yang handled two of Zhou Jing Hui’s top bruisers, he realized he might not need them at all.
Those two weren’t just thugs—they were seasoned fighters, enforcers under Brother Hui’s command. Yet here they were, sprawled on the dirt like a couple of drunks who’d lost their footing.
The two men groaned, dazed and struggling to get up—only to have Gu Hong Bing step in and plant a boot on their necks, keeping them down.
Chen Xue Wen recovered fast. He crouched beside them, his knife flashing twice in quick, brutal arcs.
Blood splattered as their screams tore through the night. Their ears—one from each—landed in the dirt, severed clean.
The remaining three men froze, their earlier bravado evaporating. They’d been ready to rush in, but now? Now they were staring at their comrades writhing in agony, their clothes soaking in red.
Beyond them, the gang outside had been ready to charge in as well—until they saw what Chen Xue Wen did next.
He pressed the edge of his blade against the two men’s trembling throats, dragging it slowly over their skin, just enough for them to feel the bite of cold steel. Their bodies shook uncontrollably, fear gripping them tighter than any rope.
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, his smile easy, his voice light. “Maybe I misheard just now?”
He tilted his head, looking at the frozen faces before him.
“You boys… were talkin’ about killin’ me?”
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