Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 172
Chapter 172: Want to Live? Maybe!
Chen Xue Wen’s words made Little Yang freeze for a moment.
What did he mean by that? Was he actually planning to let Quan Ding Kun walk free?
He immediately turned his gaze toward Chen Xue Wen, but the man didn’t meet his eyes. That only made Little Yang even more anxious. This was the man who had butchered his parents—there was no way he could let Quan Ding Kun get away with it!
Meanwhile, Quan Ding Kun, who had been trembling on the verge of despair, suddenly felt his heart surge with hope. He had been terrified that these men would just finish him off without a second thought.
Nodding frantically, he spoke with a trembling voice, “Brother Wen, I… I swear, I know I was wrong!”
“Just give me a chance, anything you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
“You want money? I… I can give you money. How about five million?”
Chen Xue Wen shook his head coldly. “Money? I don’t need your money.”
“But there is something else you can do for me.”
Hearing that, Little Yang tensed up, his mouth opening to protest. But before he could speak, Gu Hong Bing subtly tugged his sleeve from behind, signaling him to hold his tongue.
Little Yang clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and glanced at Gu Hong Bing, then back at Chen Xue Wen. In the end, he swallowed his words. He hadn’t been under Brother Wen’s wing for long, but he already understood—this man never did things without a reason.
Quan Ding Kun, sensing a thread of hope, latched onto it desperately. “Brother Wen, whatever it is, just say the word.”
“If it’s something I can do, I’ll make it happen.”
Chen Xue Wen’s expression remained unreadable. “Oh, you can definitely do it.”
“I want you to cut ties with Lu Jin Po and work for me from now on.”
Quan Ding Kun stiffened. His face twisted with hesitation. If anyone knew the weight behind Lu Jin Po’s name, it was him. Going against that man was as good as digging his own grave.
Chen Xue Wen watched his silence with amusement. He casually lifted the bone-cutting knife in his hand, its blade still slick with blood.
“What’s wrong?”
“Does that sound difficult?”
“If it’s too much trouble, I can just send you off with a quick death instead. How about that?”
Quan Ding Kun’s eyes widened in terror as he stared at the glistening blade. His body shook as he stammered, “N-no! Not difficult at all!”
“Brother Wen, whatever you say goes. I… I’ll follow your lead from now on!”
“I’ll work for you! I’ll help you take down Lu Jin Po!”
Chen Xue Wen’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Good.”
“Since you’re so eager to prove yourself, let’s see some sincerity.”
Quan Ding Kun blinked. “Sincerity? What… what do you mean?”
“If you want, I… I can give you more money…”
Chen Xue Wen’s expression darkened. “I already told you—I don’t need your money.”
“If you want to prove yourself, it’s simple. Have your men cripple all of Lu Jin Po’s lackeys. If you do that, I’ll believe you.”
Quan Ding Kun’s face turned ashen. “What?!”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Not clear enough?”
“If you take out Lu Jin Po’s men, that means you’ve truly severed ties with him.”
“And by then, you’ll have no choice but to work for me.”
Stepping closer, he clapped a firm hand on Quan Ding Kun’s shoulder, his voice turning almost playful. “Brother Kun, talk is cheap.”
“You gotta show me something real if you want me to trust you. Don’t you think?”
Quan Ding Kun’s hands clenched into trembling fists. He had only been hoping to stall for time, pretending to cooperate so he could live another day. But now Chen Xue Wen had boxed him into a corner. If he really turned on Lu Jin Po’s men, there’d be no going back. When Lu Jin Po returned, the first person he’d come for would be him.
Lu Jin Po wasn’t like Chen Xue Wen. If that man came for revenge, no matter how many people Quan Ding Kun surrounded himself with, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
Trapped in his own thoughts, he hesitated, his face shifting between fear and desperation.
Chen Xue Wen’s smirk faded into a cold sneer. “Looks like you’re not as willing as you claimed.”
“If that’s the case, I won’t force you.”
Chen Xue Wen twirled the bone-cutting knife in his hand, his gaze slowly shifting to Quan Ding Kun’s throat.
A shiver ran down Quan Ding Kun’s spine as he instinctively shrank back, his voice trembling. “Brother Wen, c’mon… don’t play around.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced a nervous chuckle. “How about… how about another way? I can give you ten million…”
Chen Xue Wen said nothing. He simply pressed the knife against Quan Ding Kun’s shoulder. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed it in.
A ragged gasp tore from Quan Ding Kun’s throat. His whole body trembled as the blade sliced through muscle, slipping between bone. The pain was unbearable, unbearable enough that he broke.
“I-I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” he choked out, voice shaking.
Chen Xue Wen yanked the knife free and let out a cold chuckle. “Brother Kun, see? If you’d just agreed earlier, you wouldn’t have had to suffer.”
He pulled out a phone and handed it over. “Here. Call your most trusted men. Have them cripple every single one of Lu Jin Po’s guys.”
His smile widened, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, and I counted earlier—Lu Jin Po’s got eight men in total. I already took care of one. That leaves seven. If even one of them gets away…”
He tilted his head. “Well, for each one that escapes, I’ll be taking something from you. You don’t want to start losing body parts, do you, Brother Kun?”
Quan Ding Kun’s face was an ugly shade of gray as he reluctantly dialed his lieutenant’s number.
…
Three Rivers County—Quan Ding Kun’s turf was in complete chaos.
Lu Jin Po’s men had called the cops. The law enforcement team had swarmed the place, locking it down. But Lu Jin Po’s crew had already slipped away, carrying their injured brother with them.
They couldn’t afford to stick around. That guy? He had two murders pinned on his back. If the law got their hands on him, he wouldn’t be getting questioned—he’d be going straight from suspect to convict.
Lu Jin Po’s men regrouped at a villa in the city—one that Quan Ding Kun had set up for them.
What they didn’t know was that someone had followed them.
Lai Hou.
He had orders from Chen Xue Wen: tail them, track them, and report back.
Lai Hou crouched in a hidden spot outside the villa, waiting. An hour passed. Then another. And then, a whole group of people appeared.
Sixty, maybe seventy men.
As soon as they arrived, they split up—twenty guys surrounded the villa, blocking every exit. The rest? They went straight in.
Shouting erupted from inside almost immediately.
“Motherfucking Quan Ding Kun! That bastard’s got a death wish!”
“He sent people after us? When Lord Jin gets back, he’s fucking dead!”
“You pricks dare lay hands on us? You know who we work for? Lu Jin Po—Lord Jin himself!”
The shouting didn’t last long. It twisted into screams. The kind that came from snapping bones and flesh meeting steel.
Lai Hou watched closely, sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. That’s when he caught movement—two figures slipping over the courtyard wall, their movements quick, precise.
The men outside noticed too, barking out orders, charging after them. But those two were fast. They hit the ground running and vanished into the night before Quan Ding Kun’s guys could get close.
Back inside the villa, Lu Jin Po’s crew was scattered across the ground—writhing, moaning, their limbs broken. Completely crippled.
Lai Hou took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Xue Wen, detailing everything.
Chen Xue Wen read the message, then glanced up at Quan Ding Kun.
“Brother Kun,” he mused, “your men? Not very reliable.”
He turned the phone screen towards him. “Two of Lu Jin Po’s guys got away.”
He sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Now tell me… which two body parts should I take from you?”
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