Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 163
Chapter 163: Killing You to Make a Statement!
Uncle Quan’s face turned ghostly pale as he stumbled back, his voice trembling. “Chen Xue Wen, y-you… don’t do anything crazy!”
“There’s no deep grudge between us,” he pleaded. “I was just being greedy, trying to snatch some of Electronic Dynasty’s profits. I never actually did anything to you.”
“I’ll return Electronic Dynasty to you, alright? No need to blow this out of proportion.”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes were as cold as a winter storm. “Uncle Quan, you really think this is just about Electronic Dynasty?”
“Hmph. I risked my life to take back my empire from Snake. I bled for this. And you? You jumped in at the last second to steal what wasn’t yours.”
“If I let you go, how do I hold my ground in Peaceful City?”
Uncle Quan’s face turned ashen. He understood now—Chen Xue Wen wasn’t just here to settle accounts; he was here to make an example out of him.
Panic-stricken, Uncle Quan stumbled further back, pressing himself against the liquor cabinet. “Xue Wen, y-you don’t have to kill me to prove a point!”
“You got away with taking out Snake and Zhou Jing Hui. The law couldn’t touch you then. But if I die by your hands…”
“You think the Law Enforcement Team will just let you walk away?”
Taking a deep breath, he tried one last gambit. “How about this? I give you Electronic Dynasty, plus three million cash. And I’ll publicly apologize. You’ll have both the money and the respect.”
Chen Xue Wen remained unmoved, shaking his head. “No.”
Uncle Quan was on the verge of tears. “Fine! If three million ain’t enough, I’ll make it five!”
Chen Xue Wen shook his head again. “Still not good enough.”
“Why?!” Uncle Quan shrieked.
Chen Xue Wen’s voice was eerily calm. “An old friend once taught me—never try to take advantage of a stingy man.”
“You, Uncle Quan, are the stingiest man I know. If I take a single penny from you, you’ll remember it forever.”
“And more than that—you’re a sly old fox. I don’t want a fox like you scheming against me for the rest of my life.”
“So the best way to settle this… is for you to die.”
Uncle Quan’s eyes widened in horror. He finally understood—no matter what he offered, Chen Xue Wen had already made up his mind.
And truth be told, when he threw out offers of three and five million, he had already been thinking about how to get that money back once Lu Jin Po returned next year.
Chen Xue Wen had seen through him completely.
As Chen Xue Wen stepped forward, his menacing presence filled the room. Uncle Quan trembled uncontrollably.
His hand crept down, searching beneath the liquor cabinet while he stammered, “Xue Wen! Kill me, and the Law Enforcement Team will come after you! Don’t do something you’ll regret!”
But Chen Xue Wen’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent. He wasn’t wasting words. With a bone-cutting knife gripped tight, he lunged at Uncle Quan.
Seeing death rushing at him, Uncle Quan panicked. His hands fumbled frantically beneath the liquor cabinet. “Wait! I-I still have something to say—”
But Chen Xue Wen gave him no chance.
In a flash, he was upon him. Uncle Quan’s fingers finally closed around something, yanking it free. He lifted it, screaming, “I’ll take you down with me—!”
But Chen Xue Wen was faster. The bone-cutting knife sliced clean through Uncle Quan’s throat before he could even finish his words.
Blood sprayed like a fountain.
Uncle Quan collapsed, clutching a long, cloth-wrapped object in his hands. He hadn’t even managed to unwrap it before his strength faded, and he crumpled to the floor.
The object tumbled from his grip, hitting the ground with a dull clank—a sound of metal against wood.
Curious, Chen Xue Wen crouched down and yanked away some of the black cloth.
His face instantly changed.
It was a long-barreled shotgun.
A chill ran down his spine.
No wonder Uncle Quan had kept edging toward the liquor cabinet, hands fumbling below. He had been reaching for this.
If Chen Xue Wen had hesitated for even a second longer, if he had let Uncle Quan speak, that shotgun could have turned the tide. His own life could have ended right here tonight.
A wave of cold sweat drenched his back.
Thanking his instincts, he quickly picked up the shotgun and wrapped it tightly in the black cloth again.
Tonight, Peaceful City would remember a new king.
Hao Wen watched as Chen Xue Wen took down Uncle Quan with the kind of efficiency that made his stomach tighten. The man was quicker than a snake and twice as vicious.
Lucky for him, he’d never stood against Chen Xue Wen. Otherwise, his fate might’ve been just as ugly as Uncle Quan’s.
Chen Xue Wen nudged Uncle Quan’s body with the tip of his shoe and chuckled. “Still breathing.”
Then, he turned to Hao Wen with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Brother Hao Wen, wanna take a stab at it? Just for fun?”
Hao Wen’s brows knitted together. He shot Chen Xue Wen a glance, but in the end, he had no choice but to step forward. He knew there was no getting out of this tonight.
If he refused, Chen Xue Wen would never trust him again.
Taking the bone-cutting knife, Hao Wen moved to slit Uncle Quan’s throat, but Chen Xue Wen caught his wrist.
“Don’t kill him just yet.”
He gestured toward the bodyguards standing off to the side, their faces pale as ghosts. “They all gotta take a turn too.”
Hao Wen understood immediately and let out a small laugh. Chen Xue Wen was setting it up so Uncle Quan’s own men would have blood on their hands. That way, none of them could rat without taking themselves down with him.
Hao Wen plunged the blade into Uncle Quan, then stepped back. Chen Xue Wen took the knife from him and turned his gaze to the group of bodyguards.
“Uncle Quan was a man of stature. He deserves a sendoff from his own.”
The bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. Some looked sick. Some looked angry. But none of them moved.
Chen Xue Wen’s voice turned cold. “Once Uncle Quan is gone, I don’t want any of his businesses.”
He let that hang in the air a second before finishing, “I’ll split it all between the seven of you.”
That got their attention.
Eyes shifted. Hands twitched. Greed had a way of drowning out loyalty.
One man clenched his fists, teeth bared. “Chen, you’re dreaming if you think we’d betray Uncle Quan! We’re his brothers. We ain’t sellin’ him out!”
“Kill us all if you got the guts, ‘cause if you don’t, we’ll be comin’ for you!”
Chen Xue Wen smirked, then tossed the bone-cutting knife onto the ground between them. “Whoever does the deed gets an extra share.”
The air crackled with tension. Then, one of them stepped forward.
Without hesitation, Liang Wen Chao scooped up the knife and walked straight to the loudmouth who’d just been running his mouth.
That man was already on the ground, still recovering from Little Yang’s earlier beating. He had no strength left to fight.
His eyes went wide with rage as he realized what was coming. “Liang Wen Chao, you bastard! You forgot what Uncle Quan did for you?! You—”
The words died in his throat as Liang Wen Chao drove the blade in deep, slicing it clean across. Blood gushed as the man convulsed, his life snuffed out in seconds.
Without missing a beat, Liang Wen Chao turned, stepped over the body, and rammed the knife into Uncle Quan’s ribs.
Then, standing tall, he looked Chen Xue Wen dead in the eyes. “That’s two shares for me, right?”
Chen Xue Wen’s lips curled in satisfaction. “Right.”
His gaze swept over the rest. “And the rest of you?”
The remaining five hesitated only a moment longer before their hands found their weapons, and they moved toward Uncle Quan.
This novel is translated and hosted on Bcatranslation