Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 168
Chapter 168: Stick to the Plan
At that moment, Chen Xue Wen’s gut twisted with unease.
He couldn’t wrap his head around it. This was his first time stepping foot in this place, and it was a last-minute decision at that. Tonight was supposed to be about handling Quan Ding Kun. There was no way anyone could’ve known his plan in advance. If he’d plotted for days and someone caught wind of it, fine. That would make sense. But he had only decided this afternoon, sending Lai Hou and Li Er Yong ahead, and he himself only left Ping City at six. Only a handful of people knew what was going down. How the hell could word have leaked?
Despite the storm brewing inside him, Chen Xue Wen kept his face unreadable.
He fished a cigarette out, pretending to smoke, even though he had never taken a puff in his life. The first inhale nearly made him cough, but he swallowed it down, forcing himself to stay composed.
As he feigned nonchalance, his eyes subtly scanned the scene. The men watching him weren’t even trying to be discreet. They had their sights locked on him, tracking his every move. At the entrance, more men stood guard. Worse yet, a car was parked just right—blocking the exit of the courtyard.
No doubt about it. If he tried to make a run for it, these guys would slam their foot on the gas and cut him off before he even got to the gate.
A cold weight settled in his stomach.
[Shit. I walked right into Quan Ding Kun’s trap.]
But the more dangerous the situation, the calmer he had to be. That was the only way to stay alive.
He kept up the act, slowly finishing the cigarette while his mind raced for a way out. By the time the last ember burned out, he had his next move lined up. Lighting another smoke would only make him look more suspicious, so he didn’t. Instead, he flicked the butt, shut his car door without a second glance, and slid his hands into his pockets, strolling toward the nightclub.
Inside his pocket, his fingers found his phone. With a few practiced motions, he unlocked it and called Lai Hou without bringing it to his ear.
This was their prearranged signal. During an operation, they never made calls unless absolutely necessary. And if one of them dialed but said nothing, it meant the plan had changed. It meant: Adapt. Now.
Across the lot, Lai Hou was sitting in his car, waiting. When his phone buzzed, he blinked. Then, as he listened to the silence on the other end, his expression darkened.
No words were needed.
He immediately shot a message to Li Er Yong and Xiao Yang: Plan changed. Stay sharp.
Then he threw open his car door, grabbed a crate of gasoline bottles from the trunk, and hauled it into the passenger seat. A lighter clicked open in his hand as he stared at the nightclub’s entrance, muscles coiled, ready to strike.
…
Inside the club, Chen Xue Wen entered the private room.
Wang Zhen Dong and Cheng Yong were lounging with a few girls, laughing, drinking, making a show of indulgence. When Chen Xue Wen stepped in, they didn’t even blink. To anyone watching, it looked like he had just arrived to join in on the fun.
Chen Xue Wen walked up to Wang Zhen Dong and clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Damn,” he said, voice casual. “You boys drank it all? Not even saving me a glass?”
At the same time, his fingers dug into Wang Zhen Dong’s shoulder—just for a second. Just enough.
Wang Zhen Dong froze. Then his expression shifted, only slightly. That was all it took for the message to register. Chen Xue Wen never drank. Him complaining about empty bottles? That wasn’t just odd—it was a warning. Something was wrong.
But if Chen Xue Wen wasn’t saying it outright, it meant there were ears on them.
Wang Zhen Dong played along smoothly, smirking as he grabbed a girl by the waist. “Come on, in a place like this, you think we’d ever run out of booze?”
He turned to the girls. “Hey, you two, be good little darlings and go grab a couple more cases.”
The women squealed with excitement and rushed off. More drinks meant bigger tips. They weren’t about to argue.
Then, Wang Zhen Dong gave Cheng Yong a look. A quick flick of the eyes. Cheng Yong caught on instantly. He pulled the last girl close, making a show of pawing at her, dragging her onto the couch. She laughed, half-heartedly protesting, but her legs had already locked around his waist.
By all appearances, it was the usual debauchery. But in reality, they had just cleared the room of any outsiders.
Wang Zhen Dong leaned in, arm draped over Chen Xue Wen’s shoulder, making it seem like they were just sharing a quiet drink. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“What’s the move, Brother Wen?”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes flickered as he assessed the situation. “They’ve recognized me, but they haven’t made a move yet. They’re waiting for the rest of us to show, trying to catch us all in one sweep.”
He turned to Wang Zhen Dong. “Go hit the restroom, contact Gu Hong Bing. Tell him to stay out of sight for now.”
Then, sweeping his gaze over the others, he commanded, “The rest of you, stick to the plan.”
Wang Zhen Dong froze. “Wha… What?!”
“Stick to the damn plan!” Chen Xue Wen repeated, his tone firm.
Doubt flickered across Wang Zhen Dong’s face. He knew they had walked into a trap, yet Chen Xue Wen was still insisting on following through. Had the guy lost his mind?
But looking into Chen Xue Wen’s steady, confident eyes, he swallowed his doubts. If there was one thing he trusted, it was that Chen Xue Wen always had a plan. And if things really went south, Lai Hou and Li Er Yong were waiting outside as backup. Worse comes to worst—they’d just make a run for it.
Not long after, the two girls who had left earlier bounced back into the room, all smiles, followed by two waiters carrying in a couple of crates of liquor.
“Gentlemen, your drinks!” one of the waiters announced, grinning.
Chen Xue Wen sauntered over, glanced at the bottles in the crate, then—without warning—snatched up one and smashed it over the waiter’s head with a loud crack.
“The fuck is this?!” he snarled. “Did I ask for this brand?! You trying to rip me off?!”
Blood streamed down the waiter’s face, and his expression twisted with fury. “You son of a bitch! You dare hit me—”
Before he could finish, Wang Zhen Dong tackled him to the ground. The other waiter lunged to intervene but was immediately pinned by Cheng Yong.
The girls screamed and bolted from the room, their high heels clicking frantically down the hallway.
Two more waiters rushed in from the corridor, but Chen Xue Wen didn’t hesitate. He swung another bottle, cracking it over one’s skull before sending the other sprawling with a swift blow. Chaos erupted, bodies hitting the floor, shouts and curses filling the air.
Meanwhile, inside his private booth, Quan Ding Kun lounged back in a plush chair, a curvaceous woman draped across his arm as he sipped at his wine. The ruckus outside barely made him raise an eyebrow—except for the small smirk tugging at his lips.
“Finally,” he mused. “Took them long enough.”
He flicked his fingers at the men standing by the door. “Go check it out. And remember—stick to the plan.”
His guards, eager for action, got up and strode out, leaving only two of them behind with a few frightened women.
Quan Ding Kun remained seated, swirling the wine in his glass, his eyes fixed on the doorway, waiting.
Then, suddenly—the door burst open. Little Yang and three men stormed in, eyes burning with fury.
“Quan Ding Kun!” Little Yang bellowed. “Give me back my parents’ lives!”
He lunged, but he didn’t even make it halfway before the two bodyguards snapped into motion, cutting off his charge. Little Yang was no pushover, but these two were fast, ruthless. He struggled to break through, each strike blocked with precision.
Quan Ding Kun threw his head back in laughter. “Well, well, well! Finally got all you bastards out in the open!”
He slammed his glass down, wine splashing onto the table. “Chen Xue Wen of Peaceful City, right? Tonight, I’m burying all of you in Three Rivers County!”
As if on cue, the restroom door in the booth flew open, and a dozen men, knives glinting under the dim light, poured out, closing in on Little Yang and his crew.
At the same time, chaos erupted in the corridor. A mob of twenty, maybe thirty men, armed to the teeth, stormed toward Chen Xue Wen’s booth, cutting off every exit.
The trap had been sprung.
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