Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 157
Chapter 157: So What If It’s Hao Wen?
Chen Xue Wen’s grip tightened around the bone knife as he spoke his final words. The sharp blade nicked the skin of one of the men before him, and a thin line of crimson trickled down his neck. The poor bastard nearly pissed himself, letting out a panicked scream.
“No! No!” he shrieked.
“Brother Wen, it’s a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding!”
“I… I wouldn’t dare go against you! I swear, Brother Wen! Give me a chance, please!”
Another man, trembling like a leaf, stammered, “Brother Wen, th-there’s nothing like that. I swear!”
Chen Xue Wen smiled, a cold and detached thing. “That so?”
His eyes flicked up to the other three men standing in the room. “So that means… you three wanted to take me out instead?”
Seeing their two companions reduced to bloodied wrecks, the trio paled. Fear clamped their throats, and they shook their heads furiously. “N-no! Not at all!”
Chen Xue Wen rose from his seat, tossing the bone knife onto the table with a clatter. “Then maybe I misheard something?”
His gaze swept over all five of them, then shifted to the crowd lingering just outside—dozens of men, all standing in tense silence. His lips curled into a smirk. “You got quite a crew here, huh?”
“Perfect timing, too. We’re short on people tonight. Maybe now’s your chance to take me down and avenge Zhou Jing Hui?”
Not a soul dared utter a word.
The five so-called bosses looked like caged rats, their minions outside even more so. None of them even dared breathe too loud, let alone make a move. Chen Xue Wen’s name carried too much weight. He didn’t need numbers—just standing there with his handful of men, he was already an unstoppable force.
Chen Xue Wen grabbed the two bloodied men from the ground and shoved them toward the door. “How about this? I’ll give you two a chance!”
“Between the both of you, you got twenty, thirty guys. That should be enough to take a shot at me!”
The two men, their faces slick with sweat and blood, wavered in the doorway. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, there was anger. But behind that was sheer, naked terror.
In the end, neither of them spoke. Heads down, they stood in silence.
Chen Xue Wen spat on the ground. “Tch. Useless. Gave you a shot, and you still ain’t got the guts. Pathetic!”
“Since you’re too damn scared, then get the hell out of my sight!”
The five bosses didn’t need to be told twice. They scrambled for the door, dragging their men with them like whipped dogs.
Just as they reached the exit, Chen Xue Wen’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Wait!”
The men flinched, turning back with fear-stricken faces.
Chen Xue Wen pointed at them. “Stay the hell away from Brother Hui’s place. If I find out any of you so much as set foot here again, I’ll kill you myself!”
“You may not have the stomach for blood, but I sure as hell do!”
“Anyone who wants to test me—step right up!”
The five men glanced at each other, their faces grim. Rage simmered beneath their fear, but none dared act on it.
Finally, one of the two bloodied men gritted his teeth and spat, “Brother Wen, don’t you think you’re pushing things too far?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, a low and dangerous sound. “Too far? Yeah, I am. So what? You got a problem with that?”
“If you do, come at me. Right now!”
The man clenched his fists, veins bulging in his neck. “Brother Wen… we can’t beat you. We admit that. But Peaceful City ain’t yours alone. There are bigger bosses out there, and you don’t get the final say!”
“Just a heads-up, what happened tonight? That was all arranged by Brother Hao Wen. He sent us here to handle Brother Hui’s affairs.”
Chen Xue Wen scoffed. “Don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t try to use Hao Wen’s name to scare me.”
He stepped forward, eyes glinting. “Go back and tell Hao Wen this—Brother Hui’s matters are none of his damn business anymore!”
“And if he dares send more of you idiots my way, I won’t be so polite next time!”
With a flick of his hand, he waved them off. “Now scram!”
The gangsters hesitated, expecting some kind of mercy now that Hao Wen’s name had been dropped. But Chen Xue Wen didn’t flinch, didn’t back down an inch.
They realized, in that moment, that he wasn’t giving an inch to anyone—not even Hao Wen.
Without another word, they turned and fled into the night, tails between their legs.
They stepped out of Zhou Jing Hui’s courtyard, only to find two or three dozen men standing outside.
Leading the pack were Li Er Yong and Lai Hou, both puffing away on their cigarettes, their faces wearing the kind of smirk that spoke of quiet dominance and disdain.
The group that had just emerged from the courtyard felt their expressions tighten once more. Only now did they realize that Chen Xue Wen had planned everything well in advance. If they had dared to resist back there, these men outside would have stormed in without hesitation.
Sure, they had numbers on their side, but it didn’t matter. They all knew the truth—if it came down to a fight, their thirty-odd men wouldn’t stand a chance against Chen Xue Wen’s crew. Hell, just the mention of his name was enough to send half their guys running for cover.
And so, without a word, they tucked their tails between their legs and scattered into the night.
Back inside the courtyard, Chen Xue Wen sauntered into the main hall with a lazy smile. “No need to worry, Sister-in-law. Those fools won’t be causing any more trouble.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Brother Hui always treated me well. There’s no way I’d let his widow and child suffer.”
Yu Xia’s face turned to ice, her teeth clenched. “Chen Xue Wen, cut the damn act. You think I don’t know what you did?”
She took a step forward, her voice sharp as a blade. “You got my husband killed, and now you wanna play the good guy?”
“Dream on, you bastard.”
“I don’t care if the whole damn city fears you. I sure as hell don’t! If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you just kill me too?!”
Chen Xue Wen didn’t flinch. He strolled over to the couch and plopped down like he owned the place, his smirk unwavering. “Now, now, Sister-in-law, no need to get all worked up.”
“I’m here to help you, really. Brother Hui did a lot for me back in the day—I owe him.”
“So how about we cut the nonsense and get to business?”
His voice was calm, smooth, almost hypnotic. “Sister-in-law, I was thinking… maybe you should let me handle Brother Hui’s operations. I’ll make sure things run smoothly.”
Yu Xia’s fist slammed down on the table. “Chen Xue Wen, over my dead body!”
“I’d rather donate everything, burn it all to the ground, than let you take a damn thing!”
Chen Xue Wen merely chuckled, nodding. “That’s some backbone you got there, Sister-in-law.”
His gaze swept across the room before he spoke again, his voice casual. “Your boy’s at kindergarten, right?”
Yu Xia’s face drained of color. She shot up from her chair, her hands clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms. “Chen… you bastard… what the hell are you trying to do?”
Her breath was ragged, her eyes filled with fury and terror. “I’m warning you—don’t push me too far!”
“My son is only five, he doesn’t know a damn thing. You—” Her voice cracked with rage. “Are you even human?”
“If you so much as touch a hair on his head, I swear I’ll fight you to my last breath!”
Chen Xue Wen leaned back, unbothered. “Relax, Sister-in-law. It was just a question.”
He reached for a framed photo on the table, studying it for a moment before speaking again. “Funny, though. The kid doesn’t look much like Brother Hui, does he?”
Yu Xia’s entire body went stiff.
She knew exactly what he was implying.
Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, laced with dread. “Chen… you better watch your damn mouth.”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile widened. “Ever wonder why Little Ma works for me now?”
Yu Xia froze.
That was something that had haunted her for weeks. She had been there when Chen Xue Wen threatened Little Ma, but she never heard what he said. Whatever it was, it had been enough to turn Little Ma against them completely.
And after that night, she had never been able to reach him again.
Chen Xue Wen’s voice was soft, almost teasing. “I did a little digging. Turns out Little Ma and your son? Same blood type.”
Yu Xia’s breath hitched.
Her whole body trembled, the weight of those words crashing down on her like a tidal wave.
Chen Xue Wen just watched her, his smile never fading.
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