Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 166
Chapter 166: Night Raid on Three Rivers County
It was nine in the evening, and the night had settled in deep. Chen Xue Wen and his crew rolled into Three Rivers County, a suburban town under Peaceful City’s domain, in two blacked-out vehicles. He knew this place well—last time he had tangled with Snake, he had holed up here for a while.
In the back seat, Little Yang clenched his fists so tight his knuckles went white. His eyes burned red with the weight of vengeance. Just three days ago, Chen Xue Wen had ordered Huang Feng to squeeze some truths out of Liu Hong Yang in prison. What they learned sent a storm through their blood.
Little Yang’s parents had been murdered. His old man was run down by a rig, staged as an accident. His mother was drowned in a reservoir, made to look like she had slipped. And the man behind it? Quan Ding Kun—a trucker who got paid a measly ten grand by Lu Jin Po to do the dirty work. With that blood money, Quan Ding Kun left for the south, pulling together a gang and getting into road piracy—hijacking big rigs, killing drivers, and selling stolen goods. The money poured in, and when he’d had his fill, he came back to Three Rivers County. Now, he ran the streets, a local kingpin with a pack of hounds at his beck and call.
Chen Xue Wen’s crew didn’t drive straight into town. No, that’d be reckless. Instead, they stopped in a wooded area three kilometers outside the county border, waiting. Earlier that afternoon, he had sent Li Er Yong and Lai Hou ahead to gather intel. Quan Ding Kun wasn’t as big as Zhou Jing Hui, but on his own turf, he was a problem. If they went in blind, they’d be walking into their own funeral.
As they waited, Chen Xue Wen glanced at Wang Zhen Dong. “Where’s Tie Zhu?”
Wang Zhen Dong smirked. “He went to pick up an old pal at the station.”
Chen Xue Wen raised a brow. “Tie Zhu’s got an old pal?”
“Yeah,” Wang Zhen Dong chuckled. “Says they go way back. Wants to bring him in under your wing.”
Chen Xue Wen sighed. If Tie Zhu’s bringing in a friend, then this guy must be some kind of special case. Tie Zhu alone was already a wildcard, and adding Gu Hong Bing to the mix had been enough chaos for a lifetime. Now there was another? He could only pray this one wasn’t another walking disaster.
The idle chatter didn’t last long. A flicker of light in the distance caught Wang Zhen Dong’s eye. He responded with a quick flash of the car’s headlights.
A few minutes later, a motorcycle roared into view, kicking up dust as it came to a halt. Li Er Yong and Lai Hou peeled off their helmets, shivering from the winter cold. They ditched the bike and scrambled into the warmth of the car.
“Damn, it’s freezing out there!” Lai Hou cursed, his whole body shaking.
Little Yang lowered his head. “Sorry, this is all for my sake. You guys shouldn’t have to suffer like this.”
Li Er Yong waved him off. “Cut that out. We’re brothers. Your fight is our fight. Just buy me a good bottle when this is done.”
Lai Hou grinned. “And a feast! I say we drag Tie Zhu along too.”
Little Yang managed a smile. “Deal.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Alright, get this done, and I’ll crack open those bottles Zhou Jing Hui gifted me last time.”
Li Er Yong’s eyes lit up. “Wait, the ones that go for ten grand a bottle?”
Chen Xue Wen nodded with a smile, his expression calm but sharp.
Li Er Yong and Lai Hou perked up instantly, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They wasted no time recounting everything they had dug up that day.
These two had been in Three Rivers County since the afternoon. Lai Hou had been tailing Quan Ding Kun, while Li Er Yong focused on gathering intel around town.
From what they uncovered, Quan Ding Kun wasn’t just some two-bit thug—he was the undisputed kingpin of Three Rivers County. The man had his claws sunk deep into the city’s entertainment scene, running gambling dens and loan operations that had ruined more than a few lives.
But it wasn’t just money that fueled his depravity. Quan Ding Kun was insatiable when it came to women, collecting mistresses like trophies. Seven, eight, maybe more—no one knew the exact count. And that was just the ones he kept around. He had used and discarded more women than anyone could bother to count, some of them married, their families left in shambles after he was through with them.
This kind of filth made enemies fast.
A few years back, one man had tried to take justice into his own hands. His wife had fallen into Quan Ding Kun’s grasp, and the humiliation was too much to bear. He ambushed Quan in the middle of the street, knife in hand, ready to carve his revenge.
But Quan Ding Kun was a beast of a man—big, strong, and quick. The attacker only managed to stab him once before Quan broke free. That man? Vanished without a trace. After that, Quan Ding Kun never went anywhere without a squad of bodyguards. Even when he bathed, at least five or six men stood guard. He was practically untouchable.
And if anyone dared challenge him on his turf? A single phone call, and within three minutes, twenty or thirty men would come running.
Despite all the sins he had piled up, he still reigned supreme, untouchable, unchecked.
Chen Xue Wen absorbed the information, his brows knitting slightly.
This was more complicated than he had anticipated.
They needed to snatch Quan Ding Kun off his own turf, a place where he held all the cards. This wasn’t Peaceful City, where Xue Wen’s name carried weight, where a whisper of his reputation could make men think twice. No—here, he was just another outsider. If things went south and Quan’s men cornered them, getting out in one piece would be a challenge.
After a moment of contemplation, Chen Xue Wen made his call. They would wait. Let the night deepen, let the city sleep. Then they would strike from the shadows.
His gaze flicked to Lai Hou.
“Where’s he sleeping tonight?” he asked.
Lai Hou shook his head. “That’s the problem. No one knows.”
“He doesn’t have a fixed home. Got a wife, sure, but also a pile of mistresses. And more than a few hideouts. Wherever he picks for the night is anyone’s guess. Hell, some of his mistresses go a whole month without seeing him.”
Chen Xue Wen ran a hand through his hair, a flicker of frustration in his eyes. That complicated things. Hard to plan an ambush if the target kept moving.
Gu Hong Bing spat to the side and scoffed. “This bastard collects women like trophies, then leaves ’em to rot. What a piece of shit! If you can’t treat ’em right, don’t drag ’em into your mess.”
Chen Xue Wen glanced at him, speechless for a moment. Of all people to be talking about treating women right…
Then Li Er Yong’s eyes lit up. “Wait. Wen, I did hear something. Quan Ding Kun has his eye on a new girl—a fresh face in town. Been visiting her spot every night for the past three days.”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes sharpened. “You sure?”
Li Er Yong nodded but hesitated. “But that place—it’s his place. Everyone inside is one of his guys.”
Chen Xue Wen thought for a moment, then nodded. “Numbers don’t matter. We have the advantage of surprise. It’s worth a shot.”
The others exchanged glances, then grinned. Their blood was up, ready for action.
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