Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 159
Chapter 159: Wounding Hao Wen
The young enforcers downstairs heard the order and rushed over to pull down the rolling shutter at the entrance.
Chen Xue Wen stood there with his hands behind his back, completely unbothered. He didn’t lift a finger to stop them, as if these men weren’t even worth his attention.
But just as those young enforcers grabbed the shutter, a blade flashed from the side, slashing down hard on one of their arms.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the air. The young man clutched his arm, his face contorted in agony. That’s when he realized—outside the door, more than twenty men were standing in formation, their eyes locked on the billiard hall like wolves circling prey.
The wounded enforcer scrambled back inside, his voice shaking. “Brother Hao Wen, outside… there’s a whole gang of them!”
His words sent a wave of tension through the room. Everyone turned to Chen Xue Wen—this bastard had come prepared.
Hao Wen’s face darkened, but he kept his composure. His voice was steady, laced with contempt. “Chen, you think I don’t know what you’re worth?”
“You’ve got what? Twenty, thirty men at most? But this is my turf. If I call, I can summon a hundred without even breaking a sweat.”
“You come here, thinking you can muscle in on me? What the fuck makes you think you’ve got that kind of weight?”
Chen Xue Wen gave a lazy smile. “Brother Hao Wen, I didn’t come here to start a war. I came to talk.”
“You know how I operate.”
“If I was here to take you down, trust me—you wouldn’t even get a chance to speak.”
Hao Wen’s eyes narrowed. He had to admit, Chen Xue Wen wasn’t the type to go head-to-head in a direct fight.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Hao Wen’s voice was ice.
Chen Xue Wen stepped forward, stopping just outside Hao Wen’s office door. He looked Hao Wen in the eye. “Brother Hui helped me a lot when he was alive. I owe him.”
“He’s gone now, but that debt doesn’t disappear. I want to hold up his legacy, keep his family safe.”
“I’m here asking you to show some respect—leave his widow and kid alone.”
Hao Wen let out a cold laugh. “Chen Xue Wen, anyone else might have the right to say that, but you?”
“You set up Zhou Jing Hui to die, and now you’ve got the balls to talk about paying back favors?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, unfazed. “Brother Hao Wen, let’s not twist the truth.”
“Everyone knows Snake was the one who killed Brother Hui.”
Hao Wen’s jaw clenched. He was about to snap back, but Chen Xue Wen casually patted his shoulder. “Brother Hao Wen, all our men are here. We’re bosses—we gotta have some class.”
“How about we take this inside and talk like men?”
As he spoke, he shot Hao Wen a knowing look.
Hao Wen frowned. Truth be told, he didn’t like the idea of being alone with Chen Xue Wen. The man was dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with brute strength. But something about his demeanor suggested he had something real to say.
After a brief hesitation, Hao Wen nodded. “Fine. Let’s see what kind of bullshit you’re selling.”
He opened the office door and let Chen Xue Wen inside.
The rest of the men stepped back but kept their eyes fixed on the office. If Hao Wen gave the word, they’d charge in without hesitation.
Inside, Hao Wen closed the door and kept his distance, moving toward his desk. He had weapons hidden there. If Chen Xue Wen tried anything, he’d strike first.
Chen Xue Wen, however, looked completely at ease. He dropped onto the couch like he was lounging in his own living room.
“Brother Hao Wen, let’s cut to the chase.”
“I’m offering you all of Zhou Jing Hui’s businesses.”
“Can you handle them?”
Hao Wen’s expression flickered. He had been expecting a fight, not an offer. His fingers twitched against the desk.
“You… say that again?”
Chen Xue Wen smiled. “I said, I’m giving you Zhou Jing Hui’s operations.”
Hao Wen’s eyes widened. Was he hearing this right?
He narrowed his gaze. “What’s your angle, Chen Xue Wen?”
Minutes ago, this bastard was saying he wouldn’t let anyone touch Zhou Jing Hui’s assets. Now he was offering them up on a silver platter? Something didn’t add up.
Chen Xue Wen leaned back. “You know my situation.”
“I’ve only got a handful of trusted men. Running a few game halls already stretches us thin.”
“If I try to take on Zhou Jing Hui’s businesses, you think I can hold them?”
Hao Wen stayed silent. Chen Xue Wen had a point. Zhou Jing Hui’s empire wasn’t just some small-time racket—it was built on entertainment, gambling, and protection money, and it needed loyal people running it.
Chen Xue Wen’s twenty or so enforcers wouldn’t be enough. A few were sharp, but most were just muscle. They couldn’t manage an empire like that.
Hao Wen stared at him, trying to read the real game behind those smiling eyes. “That’s not what you were saying outside.”
Chen Xue Wen leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his glass. Across the dimly lit room, Hao Wen’s face was a mask of suspicion.
“What the hell are you playing at, Chen Xue Wen?”
“You trying to sell me Zhou Jing Hui’s empire at some jacked-up price?”
His tone turned cold, sharp like a blade hidden in silk. “Zhou Jing Hui’s gone. His businesses are rotting, leaderless. It’s just a matter of time before they fall apart.”
His eyes narrowed, cutting through the smoke-filled air. “If you think you can squeeze me for a high price, forget it. I’d rather wait until everything crumbles and scoop it up for pennies. Not a cent more.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, casual, easy. “Brother Hao Wen, I ain’t here for your money.”
Hao Wen’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“You put up three million, and Zhou Jing Hui’s entire operation is yours.”
Silence stretched between them. Hao Wen had come in ready to drop five million, expecting a fight. But now, Xue Wen was offering him a better deal? His gut told him there was a catch.
“You playing me?” Hao Wen’s voice dropped to a low growl. “Nothing comes this easy.”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Of course, I got a condition. But trust me, it’s nothing but good news for you.”
Hao Wen crossed his arms. “Let’s hear it.”
Chen Xue Wen leaned in, lowering his voice. “I need you to help me deal with Uncle Quan.”
Hao Wen stiffened, his mind racing. He’d heard whispers—how Uncle Quan had undercut Chen Xue Wen, snatching up the Electronic Dynasty from under Boss Hu’s nose. Hao Wen had been sitting back, waiting to see how the drama would unfold.
Now, Chen Xue Wen was pulling him in.
Hao Wen exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re asking for a lot. Uncle Quan’s been running Peaceful City for over three decades. Taking him on ain’t easy.”
He met Xue Wen’s gaze. “Even if we join forces, we might not win.”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile was razor-sharp. “Brother Hao Wen, I don’t need you to fight him. Just help me lure him out.”
Hao Wen frowned. “Lure him out? How?”
Chen Xue Wen leaned back and laid out his plan. When he finished, Hao Wen’s eyes widened. He let out a low whistle.
“Damn. That’s slick, Xue Wen. Cold-blooded.”
Chen Xue Wen laughed. “Not my fault Uncle Quan doesn’t know when to quit.”
His expression darkened. “I bled for Zhou Jing Hui’s turf. That old man thinks he can swoop in and steal it? No way in hell.”
Hao Wen was silent, thinking. Xue Wen let him sit with it.
Then, Xue Wen clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t take all of Zhou Jing Hui’s businesses, Brother Hao Wen. I just want the Electronic Dynasty.”
His voice dropped, firm, unshakable. “Help me, and you walk away with the rest. Turn me down? You get nothing.”
The room grew heavy with the weight of the choice.
Finally, Hao Wen exhaled sharply. “Fine. I’m in.”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile never faltered. “Good. Then let’s begin.”
Without warning, he grabbed the heavy glass from the table and smashed it against Hao Wen’s forehead.
A sharp cry split the air as blood ran down Hao Wen’s face. The room burst into chaos as men rushed in, wide-eyed at the scene before them.
Chen Xue Wen pointed a bloodstained finger at Hao Wen, his voice like steel. “You listen up, and you listen good! You come sniffing around Brother Hui’s territory again, and I’ll put you in the ground myself!”
The men froze, stunned. It was war now—at least, that’s what it looked like.
And that’s exactly what Chen Xue Wen wanted.
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