Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 191
Chapter 191: Walking into the Trap
Lai Hou had been waiting for this moment. As soon as Chen Xue Wen gave the order, he rushed forward, plastering on a greasy smile as he ushered the guests out the door. Those folks weren’t dumb; they knew something was about to go down. None of them wanted to get caught in the crossfire, so they scattered like rats from a sinking ship.
In the blink of an eye, the inner hall was cleared. The only ones left were Chen Xue Wen’s crew and the group of troublemakers who had barged in.
The gangsters, standing in a loose circle, suddenly looked uneasy. They had come here to stir up trouble, nothing more. Their orders from Sun Guo Bin had been clear—rile up Chen Xue Wen, push him into making the first move. If they could get him to throw a punch, Sun Guo Bin would have all the ammunition he needed to smear the reputation of Electronic Dynasty, claiming Chen Xue Wen was assaulting customers.
They had even braced themselves for a beating if it meant playing the victim. But things weren’t going as planned.
Chen Xue Wen hadn’t made a move. Instead, he had boxed them in, cornering them into a situation where they might strike first. And if they did? Well, then they were just thugs causing chaos, giving Chen Xue Wen every reason to clean house.
They exchanged nervous glances, their confidence crumbling.
The leader of the group found himself pinned against a slot machine, his face dark with rage. Grinding his teeth, he spat, “Chen, you got the guts, then just end me right here!”
“If I so much as flinch, I’ll take your damn last name!”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Why would I kill you? We’ve got no beef, you and me.”
“But here’s the thing—you broke my man’s Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain. And as the owner of this fine establishment, it’s only right I help him sort things out.”
He swept his gaze over the crowd, his smirk growing colder. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongues?”
“Weren’t you all so damn loud a minute ago? Now you’re standing there like a bunch of scared little girls.”
The men fumed, their faces twisted in anger, but no one dared move. Their mission was a bust, and they knew Sun Guo Bin wouldn’t be happy about that.
Chen Xue Wen tightened his grip on their leader, then pointed at the rest of them. “These your boys?”
“Well, seeing as no one’s yappin’ anymore, let’s talk business.”
He turned his head slightly. “Little Yang, take ‘em to the office.”
“Three million. You got what—twenty, thirty guys here? That’s, what, a hundred grand each? Should be doable.”
Still grinning, Chen Xue Wen grabbed the leader by the collar and started dragging him toward the office.
The rest of the crew looked sick. They could see what was happening—Chen Xue Wen was straight-up extorting them.
The leader had barely taken a few steps when, suddenly, he twisted violently, yanking himself free. Without a second thought, he bolted for the door, hoping to escape in the chaos.
Bad move.
Before he could get far, Little Yang lunged, delivering a brutal punch to his gut. The man crumpled, clutching his stomach as he retched violently, spilling his insides onto the floor.
The other thugs erupted in fury.
“What the hell, man!?”
“You think you can just beat people like that?”
“Shit, you just messed with the wrong guy!”
“You tryna die, huh?”
Their shouts filled the room, but Chen Xue Wen remained unfazed. He turned to face them, his voice cutting through their rage like a blade.
“He just tried to bail after wrecking a three-million-dollar antique. My guy stopped him. What’s the problem?”
He flicked open a bone-cutting knife, its gleaming edge catching the dim light.
“You really wanna throw down?”
“Fine by me.”
Silence fell. The gangsters’ bravado shriveled. No one moved. They all saw what was happening—Chen Xue Wen was baiting them, daring them to make the first move. And they weren’t dumb enough to take that bait.
More than that, they were scared. Scared of what Chen Xue Wen might do if things went south.
Satisfied, Chen Xue Wen wrinkled his nose and strode toward the man still curled up on the floor. He gave him a sharp kick. “Damn it, you’re making a mess of my place.”
He pointed at the puddle of vomit. “You think I can do business with that stinkin’ up the joint?”
“Here’s the deal—you’ve got five minutes to clean it up.”
He stepped forward and stomped on the man’s head, pressing his face into his own filth. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“I don’t make empty threats.”
“You don’t get this cleaned up in five minutes… you’re lickin’ it up.”
With that, he picked up a broom and tossed it at the man’s trembling hands.
The brute’s face turned beet red as he frantically wiped the filth off his face. His eyes darted downward to the puddle of vomit at his feet, his body trembling with barely contained rage. But he didn’t dare say a word. Instead, his hands quivered as he bent down to clean up the mess.
His crew stood nearby, watching in stunned silence. Not one of them dared to utter a sound.
Chen Xue Wen leaned back in his chair, calling out the time in a loud, taunting voice.
“Two minutes left! You’ve only just finished sweeping? That’s not gonna cut it.”
“One minute now—move faster!”
“Ten seconds! You gonna leave the trash there, or what?”
The brute’s hands moved in a frenzy, scooping up the last of the filth. Fear gripped his heart. He knew damn well that his boys couldn’t take on Chen Xue Wen. None of them even had the guts to throw the first punch.
And if he didn’t clean up fast enough… he might actually have to lick that floor clean. The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine. If he sank that low, he’d be done in Peaceful City. No one would ever take him seriously again.
Chen Xue Wen strolled over, giving the scene a once-over. “You barely made the cut.”
He cracked his neck and gave the brute a smirk. “Alright, now let’s head to my office and settle this compensation matter.”
The brute took a step back, his jaw tightening. “No need for an office,” he spat.
Chen Xue Wen raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Trying to weasel out of it?”
“With all these witnesses? You smashed that Yuan blue-and-white porcelain. No way you’re ducking this one.”
The brute ground his teeth. “I ain’t backing out.”
“I’ll pay up. But you don’t get to name your own price.”
“I want a third-party appraisal. Someone neutral. Let’s find out what that thing was actually worth.”
He turned to the crowd, raising his voice. “That’s fair, right?”
“I admit I broke it, but the price needs to be verified!”
“You say it’s worth thirty million? I think it ain’t worth more than thirty bucks! So let’s get an expert to weigh in—what’s the problem with that?”
The crowd murmured, exchanging glances. Some nodded quietly. After all, you couldn’t just wave something around and claim it was worth millions.
Seeing this, the brute’s confidence surged. He turned back to Chen Xue Wen with a smug grin. “Well, Boss Chen? What do you say?”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile didn’t falter. He nodded. “Fair enough. I agree.”
The brute froze for a second. He had expected resistance. He had expected a fight. But Chen Xue Wen… agreed? What the hell was this move?
Chen Xue Wen took a slow step forward, his voice carrying across the room. “Since we’re talking about third-party verification, we’ll need multiple agencies. Can’t just let you pick one, now, can we?”
“After all, we don’t know if your so-called ‘neutral expert’ is actually neutral.”
“We’ll get multiple appraisals. Compare all the results. Then we’ll decide.”
The brute hesitated but nodded. “Fine by me.”
In his mind, this was no big deal. That porcelain wasn’t worth anything. Get a hundred experts, it wouldn’t change a damn thing.
The audience nodded along, agreeing that Chen Xue Wen’s proposal made sense.
Chen Xue Wen clapped his hands together. “Great. We’ll each find our own experts.”
“But,” he added, “these things take time.”
“In the meantime, I’ll need you to sign a contract. Just a little formality, stating you acknowledge that you broke the porcelain. That won’t be a problem, right?”
The brute mulled it over. Since they were bringing in experts, it didn’t really matter if he admitted to breaking the damn thing.
After all, he was convinced it wasn’t worth more than pocket change. No way in hell was he coughing up thirty million.
“Fine,” he grunted. “No problem.”
Chen Xue Wen’s grin widened. “Excellent. Let’s step into my office and get this signed.”
He shot a look at Ding Three, who responded with a sly smile of his own.
The brute had just walked right into the trap.
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