Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 169
Chapter 169: Chen Xue Wen? Not So Tough!
The sudden ambush caught everyone off guard.
Little Yang’s face twisted in alarm as he shouted, “It’s a setup!”
“Damn it! Take down Quan Ding Kun first!”
He roared and charged forward, but Quan Ding Kun’s two bodyguards weren’t just some run-of-the-mill muscle. They weren’t at Little Yang’s level, but they were tough enough to keep him busy.
Meanwhile, Little Yang’s three brothers got tangled up with Quan Ding Kun’s men, barely able to hold their own, let alone break through and assist him. The fight turned desperate.
Then, from the entrance, a fresh wave of enforcers stormed in—more than a dozen of them—completely surrounding Little Yang and his crew. Trapped in the middle, his expression darkened.
Quan Ding Kun sneered, full of arrogance. “You little street rats really think you can take me on?”
“Hah! Running into me today is just bad luck for you!”
He didn’t even bother wasting more words. With a smug chuckle, he turned and strutted out of the private lounge, acting like the king of the underworld.
Meanwhile, in another lounge, Chen Xue Wen and his two men were also cornered. But Chen Xue Wen was fast—before the goons outside could rush in, he slammed the door shut and locked it.
No matter how many thugs crowded the hallway, they couldn’t get in right away.
Quan Ding Kun stood outside, laughing loud and wild. “So this is the famous Chen Xue Wen of Peaceful City? Hah! Not so legendary after all!”
“With just a little trick, I got you walking right into my trap.”
“Think hiding in there will save you?”
“I wanna see just how long you can keep playing turtle.”
He stood there, cocky as ever, thinking he had everything under control. His smirk was practically glued to his face.
Then, out of nowhere, a side door swung open.
A figure shot out like a bullet and landed right in front of Quan Ding Kun.
Before he could react, the man lunged. He tried to step back, but it was already too late.
The attacker grabbed Quan Ding Kun by the throat and slammed a fist straight into his temple.
A loud thud echoed as Quan Ding Kun’s head snapped to the side. His vision blurred. His body swayed, losing all strength as his knees buckled.
A cold blade pressed against his neck, right on the artery. The one holding him? None other than Gu Hong Bing—the man who had slipped away earlier when things started looking suspicious.
Originally, he was supposed to charge in with Little Yang and take Quan Ding Kun down directly. But when Chen Xue Wen saw through the trap, he changed the plan on the fly.
Chen Xue Wen had realized that Quan Ding Kun wasn’t acting because he was waiting—waiting for Little Yang and his men to expose themselves so he could wipe them all out in one move. That meant his defenses would be tight, almost impenetrable.
So, instead of walking into the obvious trap, Chen Xue Wen decided to play along—make Quan Ding Kun believe he’d won, lull him into overconfidence.
And it worked.
Once Quan Ding Kun stepped out to gloat, he left himself wide open.
Gu Hong Bing wasted no time. With his knife pressing into Quan Ding Kun’s throat, he barked, “You want him alive? Then back the hell off!”
The thugs who had been bashing against the door froze. Hearing those words, they all turned, their faces shifting as they realized the tables had turned.
When Quan Ding Kun got snatched up by Gu Hong Bing, the whole crew froze. Their hearts skipped a beat. One young punk jabbed a finger at Gu Hong Bing, cursing, “Fuck your mother! Let go of my big bro, or I swear I’ll—”
Before the kid could finish, Gu Hong Bing’s blade flashed. A clean slice. One of Quan Ding Kun’s ears hit the ground. The scream that followed cut through the air like a siren of raw agony.
Gu Hong Bing didn’t even flinch. He scooped up the severed ear and casually tossed it at the young punk’s feet. “Quan Ding Kun, you saw that, yeah? Your boy was threatening me. I had no choice.”
He smirked, voice like gravel. “Debts and vengeance got their rightful owners. You wanna get back at someone? Take it up with him.”
The young punk stood there, mouth hanging open. The hell kind of logic was that? You slice off his boss’s ear, and now he’s supposed to turn on his own brother? What kind of twisted game was this?
Quan Ding Kun’s world was spinning. Pain gnawed at his skull, rage swirling like a storm, but survival always came first. He turned on the punk with a furious roar. “Shut your fucking mouth!”
He wheezed, blood pooling at his collar. “Nobody moves. Nobody!”
His crew locked up, scared stiff. Not a soul dared test him.
His voice trembled, but his words were clear. “Brother, let’s talk this out. Whatever Chen Xue Wen paid you, I’ll double it. No—triple. Five times. Ten, if that’s what it takes. Just say the word.”
But Gu Hong Bing wasn’t one for negotiations. Another flick of the wrist, and the blade met flesh again. The other ear dropped to the floor.
Quan Ding Kun’s second scream rattled the bones of every man in the room. His boys recoiled, pressing themselves against the walls like shadows, not even daring to breathe. This time, nobody spoke up. Nobody dared.
Quan Ding Kun gasped. “Brother, what… what the hell are you doing?!”
Gu Hong Bing spat at the ground. “You trying to insult me? You think I’m some starving mutt sniffing around for scraps?”
Quan Ding Kun’s fury was boiling over. If money wasn’t what this bastard wanted, then why the hell was he still carving him up?!
“Brother, this whole thing—it’s a misunderstanding,” he rasped. “Listen, you let me go, I let you and your crew walk away. We forget this ever happened.”
Gu Hong Bing’s gaze was as cold as steel. “Shut the fuck up.”
He leaned in, blade glinting under the dim light. “Both your ears are gone. Keep talking, and I’ll start taking pieces that don’t grow back. Nose. Eyes. Think real hard before you open your mouth again.”
Quan Ding Kun’s face was ghostly pale. He clenched his jaw, but he wasn’t dumb enough to test Gu Hong Bing further. He waved a shaky hand, signaling his boys to fall back.
They hesitated for just a second. But then, in silence, they retreated, melting into the shadows of the corridor.
That’s when Chen Xue Wen finally stepped out from the private room, his expression unreadable.
On the other side, Little Yang and the others emerged, regrouping with him. The second Little Yang laid eyes on Quan Ding Kun, bloodlust flashed in his gaze. He was ready to lunge, but Chen Xue Wen lifted a hand, stopping him cold.
His voice was ice. “Brother Kun, you’ve got some nerve.”
“I’ve always been cautious, but tonight? You almost had me. Almost.”
Quan Ding Kun clenched his teeth, glaring through the pain. “So, you’re Chen Xue Wen…”
He let out a bitter laugh. “No wonder people kept warning me not to underestimate you.”
He spat blood onto the floor, eyes burning. “I should’ve listened.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, light and easy. “Who told you that? Liu Hong Yang? Or was it Lu Jin Po?”
At those names, Quan Ding Kun stiffened. His pupils shrank. “How… how do you know that?”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile never wavered. “Because, Brother Kun, I hadn’t planned on coming after you. Not originally.”
“But you knew I would be here. You set a trap. That means someone tipped you off ahead of time.”
He exhaled, voice calm as ever. “For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out who leaked the intel. But just now? I finally put the last piece in place.”
His eyes locked onto Quan Ding Kun’s, voice dropping to a whisper.
“I overlooked the most important man in the game… Lu Jin Po.”
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