Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 160
Chapter 160: Uncle Quan Takes the Bait
The moment Hao Wen took a hit, chaos erupted. Both sides’ men surged forward, fists clenching, weapons flashing, ready to throw down.
Hao Wen slammed his fist on the table, his face twisting in rage. “Damn it! Not a single one of them leaves here in one piece!”
“Get ’em! Beat ’em till they can’t get up!” he roared.
Chen Xue Wen’s crew wasn’t about to back down. They flooded into the fray, weapons in hand, the air thick with violence. It was about to go down, hard and bloody.
But just then, the sharp wail of law enforcement sirens cut through the air. The whole room froze. Faces darkened. Hands gripping weapons suddenly hesitated.
Nobody wanted to be caught red-handed.
Even Hao Wen, fuming as he was, had to sit his ass down and play it cool.
Chen Xue Wen cast him a sideways glance, his voice cold as steel. “Hao Wen, luck’s on your side today.”
“Next time, you won’t be so fortunate.”
With that, he led his crew out the door, leaving behind a storm of fury in his wake.
Hao Wen, left simmering, went on a rampage—smashing bottles, kicking over chairs, cursing Chen Xue Wen’s name and swearing vengeance.
By nightfall, word had already spread across Peaceful City.
…
Far from the city’s prying eyes, Uncle Quan had holed up in the countryside, his mind grinding over how to claw back control of Electronic Dynasty.
He had been trying to track down Boss Hu for days, aiming to transfer the money and reclaim his stake in the empire. But Boss Hu had vanished like smoke, nowhere to be found.
To make matters worse, Boss Hu had locked down several company accounts. Officially, it was for “end-of-year financial checks,” freezing all transactions. No money in, no money out.
A move straight out of Chen Xue Wen’s playbook.
Uncle Quan knew this was a power play, an attempt to stall the deal until the new year, invalidating his contract and keeping him out of Electronic Dynasty.
The thought had him pacing, his mind running dark alleys, plotting desperate moves. If he couldn’t take back what was his, maybe he’d burn it all down instead. If he couldn’t have Electronic Dynasty, then neither would Chen Xue Wen.
And then, the news hit him—Chen Xue Wen and Hao Wen had fallen out.
A sinister grin spread across Uncle Quan’s face.
Perfect.
Because Boss Hu’s driver—his shadow for the past twenty years—was none other than Hao Wen’s hometown buddy.
If there was one person who could track down Boss Hu, it was Hao Wen.
Uncle Quan had reached out before, asking for a favor. Hao Wen had shot him down cold. He had no love for Uncle Quan after discovering his secret buyout of Electronic Dynasty.
But now? Now things had changed.
Uncle Quan let out a slow chuckle. “Chen Xue Wen, you cocky bastard… You really thought you could run the streets like a king?”
“You wanna mess with Hao Wen? Fine by me. You just handed me my missing piece.”
“Alright then, let’s play.”
His fingers danced over his phone, dialing up Hao Wen. When the call connected, he feigned concern, his voice dripping with sympathy.
“Hao Wen, my boy, I heard what happened. That son of a bitch Chen Xue Wen really crossed the line this time. You alright?”
Hao Wen, still fuming, spat out, “That bastard is dead meat.”
Uncle Quan chuckled. “Glad to hear you still got that fire in you. Listen, I got a proposition—how about we take this punk down together?”
Hao Wen didn’t hesitate. “I’m in. Tell me what you need.”
“Simple,” Uncle Quan said smoothly. “Find Boss Hu. That’s all.”
The line went silent for a moment.
Then Hao Wen’s voice came back, slow and measured. “Uncle Quan, you working with me, or just playing me for a fool?”
“I find Boss Hu, you get your money, and Electronic Dynasty falls back into your hands.”
“That club’s set to make over ten million during the holiday rush. That cash goes in your pocket, and I get nothing?”
“Meanwhile, if Chen Xue Wen finds out I’m the one who brought Boss Hu back, he’ll come for my head.”
“Uncle Quan, you really think I’d take a deal that leaves me empty-handed?”
Uncle Quan’s smile tightened. Hao Wen wasn’t as dumb as he hoped.
“Now, now, Hao Wen,” he said, voice as slick as oil. “This is for your benefit, too. If we take Electronic Dynasty, Chen Xue Wen gets nothing.”
“Yeah? And I still get nothing,” Hao Wen shot back. “Save the sweet talk. I’ll help you, but I want fifty percent of Electronic Dynasty.”
“Otherwise? Find someone else.”
Uncle Quan’s face darkened. This kid was trying to shake him down.
But he had no choice. If he wanted back in, he needed Boss Hu. And to find Boss Hu, he needed Hao Wen.
After some back-and-forth, they struck a deal.
Thirty percent.
Hao Wen agreed. The hunt for Boss Hu was on.
The moment Quan Shu hung up the phone, his expression turned ice cold. He had the feast set before him, yet now he had to carve out a piece for Hao Wen? That didn’t sit right with him. He sat there in silence for a long time before finally gritting his teeth.
“Damn it! You want a cut of my profits? Hah! Let’s see if you even live long enough to claim it!”
He had made up his mind—once he got his hands on Boss Hu and secured control of Electronic Dynasty, he’d waste no time feeding this whole mess to Chen Xue Wen. Let those two tear each other apart like rabid dogs. Because in Quan Shu’s world, what he held in his hands was never something he intended to let go of.
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In the following days, Peaceful City was thrown into chaos. Clashes erupted between Chen Xue Wen and Hao Wen, a power struggle playing out in the streets. Hao Wen’s side took the worst of it, with his men suffering most of the injuries. Chen Xue Wen’s crew wasn’t unscathed, but the damage was nothing major.
Before long, their beef had become the talk of the town. People whispered, wondering if Chen Xue Wen would use this opportunity to finish off Hao Wen for good. After all, he had already taken down Snake and Zhou Jing Hui—Hao Wen wouldn’t be much of a challenge.
Then, three nights later, it happened.
Hao Wen led his crew on a surprise raid against Chen Xue Wen, only to walk straight into an ambush. His most trusted men were battered to within an inch of their lives, and Hao Wen himself barely managed to escape—leaping from the third floor and vanishing into the night. But word spread fast.
Hao Wen was in hiding. His crew? Decimated.
Meanwhile, Chen Xue Wen made his stance clear: he wouldn’t stop until Hao Wen was six feet under.
Quan Shu, though not in Peaceful City, was keeping close tabs on the situation. When he heard what had gone down, he was shaken. He never expected Hao Wen to take such a brutal loss at Chen Xue Wen’s hands. But what really concerned him was whether Hao Wen had managed to track down Boss Hu. Because if he hadn’t, then Quan Shu’s grand plan was dead in the water.
And then, just as he was growing restless, the call came in.
Hao Wen’s voice was sharp. “I found him.”
More than that, Boss Hu’s driver had even slipped him a bank account number—a hidden account under one of Boss Hu’s companies. Hearing this, Quan Shu’s face split into a wide grin. This was it. This was exactly what he needed. Once the money hit that account, the contract would be locked in, and Electronic Dynasty would be his again.
“Hao Wen, you really pulled through! Give me the account number now, and I’ll wire the money immediately. By tomorrow, Electronic Dynasty will be mine, and let’s see what the hell Chen Xue Wen can do about it then!”
His excitement was palpable, but Hao Wen’s tone turned cold.
“Quan Shu, I’m barely clinging to life right now, and all you care about is Electronic Dynasty? Fuck you. You really were just using me.”
Quan Shu’s smile faltered. He scrambled to smooth things over. “No, no, you got it wrong, Hao Wen! I—I’m doing this to help you take down Chen Xue Wen!”
“Cut the bullshit!” Hao Wen snapped. “I ain’t giving you shit! In fact, I’m getting the hell outta here. And when I do, I’ll make sure Chen Xue Wen knows it was you who sicced me on him! You two can go to war—it’s got nothing to do with me!”
Panic set in. This was the worst-case scenario. If Hao Wen disappeared and refused to hand over the account, then the entire scheme was doomed before it even started.
“Hao Wen, wait! Listen!” Quan Shu blurted. “Chen Xue Wen’s a dead man walking. You just need to hold on a little longer! Look, I’ll arrange a safe place for you to lay low. Just hide out for now, and once Chen Xue Wen is dealt with, you can come back—no problem!”
“Save it, Quan Shu! There’s nowhere I can hide where I’ll feel safe. How do I know you won’t sell me out the moment it benefits you? No way. I’m done with all this. You figure your own shit out.”
And just like that, the line went dead.
Quan Shu started pacing in frantic circles before redialing. “Hao Wen, don’t hang up! Listen to me! If you don’t trust me, fine! Then come to me—we’ll hide out together. If I sell you out, I’m screwed too! That work for you?!”
There was a long pause. Then, finally, Hao Wen let out a low chuckle, though there was no humor in it.
“Alright, Quan Shu. You got guts, I’ll give you that. I’ll meet you. And when I do, you get your number.”
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