Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 185
Chapter 185: The Young Pioneer Tie Dan
For the next few days, Li Er Yong, Lai Hou, and the crew spread the word far and wide—Electronic Dynasty was about to host its Annual Grand Championship.
Chen Xue Wen’s name was already legendary among Peaceful City’s arcade lovers. His past two tournaments had been a massive success—big cash prizes, a flawless execution, and a sense of community that made people treat him like some kind of arcade god. And now, with this grand championship on the horizon, the buzz was off the charts. Everyone wanted a piece of that prize money.
It didn’t take long before the arcades under the Electronic Dynasty brand—especially the eight halls near Old Square—became packed to the brim. Even the arcade machines set up outside the main venue were occupied from dawn till dusk.
Every day, when Chen Xue Wen stepped into the arcade, it took him over an hour just to get from the entrance to his office. People would greet him left and right, calling him Brother Wen, showing him the utmost respect. And when he ran into familiar faces, like Ling Hang—the previous champion—he’d stop for a chat. A simple exchange, just a few words, but to guys like Ling Hang, it meant the world.
After all, Chen Xue Wen wasn’t just some local hotshot anymore. He was the man at the top of Peaceful City’s gaming scene. A legend in the making. Yet, despite his fame, he remained approachable, treating even the small fry with kindness. That kind of presence? It was rare, and it only made people admire him more.
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Meanwhile, another piece of news reached Chen Xue Wen’s ears—a good one this time.
Out in Three Rivers County, after a thorough investigation and multiple testimonies—including those from Quan Ding Kun’s wife and his crew—the verdict was in. The ones who had killed Quan Ding Kun were none other than Lu Jin Po’s underlings.
The reason the case played out like this? Those two guys had gone into deep hiding, never once stepping forward to defend themselves. With no murder weapon and no fingerprints at the scene, the authorities had to rely on witness statements and motive.
Chen Xue Wen wasn’t surprised by the outcome. He knew Lu Jin Po’s crew was full of wanted men. Those two? Who knew how many crimes they had under their belts? Even if they were innocent of this murder, stepping into a law enforcement office would’ve been a death sentence for them. The moment their records got pulled up, they’d be done for. So, of course, they stayed in the shadows.
At the end of the day, those two took the fall for Quan Ding Kun’s death. No one else. A silent, brutal kind of justice.
Hearing this, Chen Xue Wen exhaled in relief. He passed the news to Little Yang, reassuring him that there was nothing left to worry about.
The moment Little Yang heard it, he lit up with joy.
Now, he finally understood Chen Xue Wen’s brilliance.
This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about getting payback without getting blood on your hands. The sheer genius of it blew his mind.
Before, he had only ever thought about one thing: revenge at any cost. Even if it meant killing someone and spending his life in prison, he would’ve done it without hesitation. He had no other plan except strike first, accept the consequences later.
But Chen Xue Wen’s way? It was something else entirely. It was clean, efficient, and completely bulletproof.
And just like that, Little Yang and the others felt even more certain—following Chen Xue Wen was the best decision they’d ever made.
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Lunar Month, 20th Day. The Annual Grand Championship officially kicked off.
The tournament would last two days—the first day for qualifiers, the second day for the top eight, then four, then semifinals and finals until a champion was crowned.
Originally, Chen Xue Wen had just wanted to give back to the arcade community that had supported him. But things escalated beyond his wildest expectations.
The morning of the first day, even before Electronic Dynasty had opened its doors, hundreds of people had already gathered outside. Gamers, spectators, diehard fans—they were everywhere.
The place was so packed that there wasn’t enough room inside. No choice but to set up tables outside to announce live match results. It was pure chaos—but the good kind.
Then, just before noon, the office door slammed open.
Ding Three burst in, panting like he had just run a marathon.
“Wen! Quick—get outside! Now!”
Ding Three burst through the door, breathless. “Boss!”
Chen Xue Wen, lounging with a cigarette between his fingers, raised an eyebrow. “What’s got you in a rush?”
Ding Three gulped down air, barely able to contain himself. “The TV station… they just called! They’re sending a crew for an interview!”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
Ding Three took another deep breath, spilling the whole story. Turns out, the Grand Championship had caused such an uproar that even the media wanted in on the action.
Now that was something Chen Xue Wen hadn’t expected. Playing arcade games? That was still seen as nothing more than a time-wasting hustle. Certainly not something that made the evening news.
He flicked his cigarette ash and thought for a moment. “I ain’t going. Let Lai Hou handle it.”
“He’s the manager here. This kind of thing is on him.”
Ding Three nodded. That was what he liked about Chen Xue Wen—handle business in high style, but keep your own head low. That was the real key to the game.
Without wasting time, he rushed off to find Lai Hou and gave him the rundown.
The moment Lai Hou heard a TV crew was coming, he darted to the bathroom like a shot. He splashed water on his face, slicked his hair back with mousse, and even found a bar of soap to freshen up. Before stepping out, he had someone run upstairs to grab his tie—the one he’d bought last time Chen Xue Wen took the crew shopping. Back then, the others had mocked him, calling him a peacock. But today? Today, that tie was finally gonna shine.
The only problem? Not a single one of the rough-and-tumble gang knew how to tie it.
A dozen men gathered around, fumbling with the strip of fabric like it was some kind of ancient puzzle. Finally, Tie Dan stepped forward, all confidence. A few twists, a couple of tugs, and he had something tied up.
Lai Hou eyed himself in the mirror, frowning. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He scratched his head. “Tie Dan, where’d you learn to tie a tie?”
Tie Dan grinned, his face full of honest pride. “Learned it in school!”
Lai Hou blinked. “Wait, what? You? School? Didn’t take you for an academic type. Which school teaches tying ties?”
Tie Dan chuckled. “Li Jia Gou Central Elementary!”
Lai Hou’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “El… elementary school!?”
Glancing back down at his chest, realization dawned like a sucker punch. His eyes went wide. “You… you… you tied a damn red scarf!”
Tie Dan nodded enthusiastically. “Back in school, I was a proud Young Pioneer!”
The room exploded in laughter. Now it all made sense—why the knot looked so damn familiar. It was the same one they used to tie the Young Pioneer red scarves in school.
Lai Hou’s face twisted in frustration. With no time to waste, he jumped onto his motorbike and sped to the nearest clothing store. There, a store clerk finally fixed up his tie properly.
When he got back, Ding Three was already waiting outside with Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang, ever the politician, beamed when he saw him.
“Manager Hou! Look at you, sharp as a knife! Dressed like that, you could pass for a corporate big shot.”
Lai Hou smirked. “Director Zhang, always good to see you.”
After some small talk, Zhang Qiang got to the point. He wanted a little favor. While being interviewed, he wanted Lai Hou to casually mention his name—maybe something about how the Grand Championship was held thanks to the strong support and guidance of the Old Square Community’s Cultural Activities Director.
Lai Hou saw through him instantly—Zhang Qiang was just here to hitch a ride on the fame train. But hey, that was the game, and he had no problem playing along.
He grinned. “Ah, Director Zhang, of course! None of this would’ve been possible without your expert leadership. We’re just lucky to have you guiding the way.”
Then, lowering his voice, he leaned in. “By the way, Director, any of your community folks into arcade games? With the new year coming, it’s the perfect time to join in the fun. We even got some extra prizes. Brother Wen got his hands on a batch of Walkmans. Just saying…”
Zhang Qiang’s face lit up. He burst into hearty laughter, clapping Lai Hou’s shoulder. “Ah, Boss Chen is truly thoughtful! Truly thoughtful! I’ll round up some folks. It’s all about keeping the community entertained, after all.”
He kept chuckling, his grip firm on Lai Hou’s shoulder, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Yeah, this was how the game was played.
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