Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 190
Chapter 190: My Thirty-Million Blue and White Porcelain!
Inside the grand hall of Electronic Dynasty, the place buzzed with the hum of sixty slot machines—this was the golden goose, the empire’s biggest moneymaker. On any other night, the air would be thick with excitement, a constant chime of wins and losses keeping the rhythm alive.
But tonight? Tonight, the air was different. Heavy. Stifling.
Half the machines sat untouched, occupied not by gamblers, but by men who looked like trouble walked in and took a seat. Dressed in all black, inked with the kind of tattoos that screamed don’t mess with me, these guys weren’t here for the slots.
The usual staff, all young women carefully handpicked by Chen Xue Wen himself, kept their distance. Normally, they drifted through the room, offering cigarettes and drinks with soft smiles, adding to the luxury that made Electronic Dynasty a cut above the rest. But tonight, they hesitated at the threshold, eyes wide with unease.
The regulars weren’t fools. They felt it too. A storm was brewing, and they wanted no part of it. The smart ones had already slipped out, not eager to be caught in the crossfire. Those who stayed either had guts or owed their loyalty to Lai Hou, and that kind of loyalty was hard to break.
Then, the doors swung open.
Lai Hou stepped in first, his presence like a spark in a powder keg. And behind him, steady as ever, strolled Chen Xue Wen.
The room breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the man who kept the city’s underworld in check. The man who turned chaos into order.
“Brother Wen!” The regulars greeted him with nods and murmurs of respect.
But the black-clad intruders? They barely glanced at him, sneers twisting their lips. One of them, a particularly smug bastard, spat onto the floor.
“Damn, so this is what passes for a boss these days?” He snorted. “Looks like the jungle’s empty if a damn monkey can call himself king.”
Another thug chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, standards must be real low around here.”
Their meaning wasn’t lost on anyone. They were here to disrespect. To challenge. To see if Chen Xue Wen had the stones to hold his ground.
But the man didn’t flinch. Didn’t bristle. Instead, he smiled. A slow, easy smile that made his enemies pause, if only for a second.
“New faces, huh?” His voice was smooth, unbothered. “Forgive me for not rolling out the red carpet.”
He turned to Lai Hou. “How about this—give each of our guests a thousand bucks in credits. Win it, it’s theirs. Lose it? My treat.”
Lai Hou nodded, already reaching for the register.
But before he could move, one of the thugs slammed a hand against the table. “The hell is this? You think we’re some beggars off the street?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Just a little hospitality. But hey, if a thousand’s too little, let’s just forget it.” He turned, casually dismissing them with a wave of his hand. “Enjoy your night, boys.”
Lai Hou grinned. “Yeah, keep playing. Have fun.”
The room held its breath. The regulars watched, waiting to see what the intruders would do.
The thugs exchanged glances before one scoffed, leaning back with a smirk. “Ain’t much to look at, after all.”
Another thug laughed. “Man’s got less bite than my damn dog.”
“He should just sell this place before someone real takes it off his hands.”
Their jeers filled the hall, but Chen Xue Wen acted like he didn’t hear a word. He strolled through the room, stopping here and there to chat with regulars, as if the insults bounced right off him.
Still, the tension in the air was thick enough to cut.
Then, from the entrance, came a new figure.
Ding Three, carrying a cloth sack over his shoulder, whistled as he sauntered inside. He made his way to the lead thug, dropping the sack onto the table with a heavy thud.
“Hey, buddy,” Ding Three grinned, voice light and cheerful. “You do know how slots work, right?”
The thug scowled. “The hell you talking about?”
Ding Three tapped the machine beside him. “See, you bet to play. If you just sit there, legs up, how’s that fun for anyone?”
The thug spat again. “Mind your damn business. I know how to play. I’ll bet when I feel like it.”
He waved a hand. “Oi, where’s that free smokes deal? I’m out.”
A waitress hesitated before whispering to Chen Xue Wen, “Brother Wen… they’ve already taken thirty cartons.”
Chen Xue Wen smiled, unbothered as ever. “No problem. Give them more.”
The waitress nodded, but as she moved to restock, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
Something was coming.
Something big.
And Chen Xue Wen was still smiling.
The waitress hesitated for a moment before unwrapping another pack of smokes and handing it over.
She strolled up to the rough-looking man, picking up a fresh pack, ready to offer him a cigarette.
But the guy wasn’t having it. He scowled, impatience dripping from his voice. “What the hell? Handing ‘em out one by one—who you think you’re looking down on?”
“All of ‘em. Give ‘em all to me!”
As he reached up to snatch the cigarettes, his arm brushed against Ding Three’s.
Smack!
A cloth pouch slipped from Ding Three’s grip and hit the floor, the sharp crack of shattering porcelain echoing through the room.
Ding Three’s face twisted in anguish, a wail escaping his lips. “My… my Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain!”
“That was the Empress Dowager Ci Xi’s favorite treasure!”
“Thirty million! Gone, just like that!”
The man’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
What? What? What?!
Thirty million?
The whole joint went dead silent. Every set of eyes locked onto the broken remains spilling out from the pouch. That thing was worth thirty million?
Chen Xue Wen reacted instantly, clapping his hands together. “What?”
“Thirty million in blue and white porcelain?”
“Quick! Check if it’s busted beyond repair!”
Ding Three scrambled to open the pouch. Inside lay the porcelain in pieces, shattered like his dreams.
Chen Xue Wen’s expression darkened. “Damn… This… This is bad.”
“A thirty-million-dollar relic, just smashed to bits?”
“Oh, brother, how could you be so careless?”
“How the hell are you gonna pay for this?”
The rough-looking man exploded, veins bulging at his temples. “You… You tryin’ to shake me down?!”
“This piece of junk? You call this blue and white porcelain? Thirty million?”
“You ever even seen real money before?!”
Ding Three snapped. “You dumb bastard! You got no damn clue, do you?”
“This is the real deal! Look at the patterns! Feel the craftsmanship! The texture!”
“I got an expert certification right here!”
He yanked a paper from his pocket, waving it like a battle flag.
Chen Xue Wen took it, glanced over it, and his face turned serious. “It’s legit.”
The rough guy was about to lose his mind. “Bullshit! You two runnin’ a damn con on me?”
“Wavin’ some piece of paper around and callin’ it thirty mil? You takin’ me for a damn fool?”
Chen Xue Wen’s gaze sharpened. “Brother, we don’t decide the price. The experts do.”
“Let’s not even talk about the value right now.”
“But what we can talk about is the fact that you knocked it over. Everyone in this place saw it happen. You denying that?”
The surrounding customers nodded, murmuring among themselves.
The rough guy cursed, anger rising in his throat. “Screw you and your games! I ain’t—”
Before he could finish, Chen Xue Wen moved like lightning, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the slot machine.
At the same time, a bone knife gleamed in Chen Xue Wen’s grip, pressed right against the man’s throat.
“Brother,” he said, voice low and sharp. “When you screw up, you take responsibility.”
“This happened in my establishment. That makes it my problem to fix.”
“You think you can weasel out of it? Well, that depends—on whether I say so.”
The man’s crew tensed, chairs scraping as they shot to their feet, their shouts filling the room.
Chen Xue Wen smirked.
This was what he’d been waiting for.
If they had stayed put, they were just customers. He couldn’t make a move first—that’d break the rules.
But now? Now they were making trouble. And that meant he could handle it his way.
Chen Xue Wen waved a hand, pointing straight at them. “Oh? Y’all wanna start something in my place?”
“Fine by me.”
“Monkey, make sure our other customers leave safely—then lock the damn doors.”
He grinned, a wolf baring its teeth.
“Listen up, you sons of bitches—if a single one of you walks outta here upright, I’ll change my damn surname to yours.”
Right on cue, Little Yang and Gu Hong Bing burst in with two, three dozen men at their backs, eyes burning with violent intent.
The temperature in the room dropped.
A storm was about to break loose.
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