Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 194
Chapter 194: The Notorious Chen Xue Wen
In the end, Chen Xue Wen made his decision—he was going to this banquet alone.
Ding Three still wanted to persuade him otherwise, but Chen Xue Wen shut him down with a single line.
“Sun Guo Bin can call in two hundred men at the snap of a finger.”
With that kind of firepower, bringing ten or even twenty men along wouldn’t make a lick of difference. Whether he walked in alone or with a small crew, the odds were the same.
So why not go solo? At least that way, he’d show them all just how fearless he was.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared.
Before setting out, Chen Xue Wen donned his trusted yellow cowhide battle garment—a layer of protection, just in case things turned south.
Meanwhile, Lai Hou slipped into the underground warehouse of Chen’s Grand Hotel, stashing away Molotov cocktails in case things got ugly. He also stationed Gu Hong Bing and Little Yang around the perimeter, watching the exits. Li Er Yong and Wang Zhen Dong were waiting in their cars, ready to roll at a moment’s notice.
Everything was set. If the night ended in a bloodbath, he had his escape plan laid out.
Ding Three, watching all these arrangements, couldn’t help but ask, “Wen Zi, what’s your gut feeling about this? How sure are you?”
“You really think you can talk Sun Guo Bin down? Or you banking on Fifth Master Hou stepping in to save you, even if it means going against Sun Shang Wu?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Third Brother, you know how I do things.”
“Even if I’ve only got a one-percent chance of winning, I’ll take my shot. And even if I have a ninety-nine-percent chance, I’ll still have a backup plan. No loose ends. No mistakes.”
Ding Three couldn’t help but give him a thumbs-up. Once again, Chen Xue Wen had left him in awe.
With his own affairs in order, Chen Xue Wen made a quick call to Lawyer He. He chatted casually, but as he hung up, he made sure to mention where he was going that night.
On the surface, it was just small talk. But in truth, he was passing the message along—to Fifth Master Hou.
Lawyer He was his channel, his way of letting the old master know what was about to go down.
What Fifth Master Hou did with that information was beyond his control. But as long as the old man didn’t try to stop him, it meant he had his own plan in motion.
With everything in place, at exactly 7 PM, Chen Xue Wen rode up to Chen’s Grand Hotel—alone.
And that’s when he got his first real glimpse of Young Master Sun’s grandeur.
Chen’s Grand Hotel wasn’t in the best location—out on the outskirts, mixed in with residential buildings and small businesses. Normally, the streets outside were packed with bicycles, scooters, and battered old cars, making for a chaotic scene. Even the hotel itself usually had cars lined up outside from patrons dining within.
But tonight, the streets were empty. Not a single vehicle, not even a stray bicycle.
And right in front of the hotel? Five luxury cars lined up in perfect formation—BMWs, Mercedes. And in the center of it all, a jet-black Mercedes SUV, its imposing frame radiating power and authority. The license plate? A perfect row of sevens—77777.
A sign that the owner was no ordinary man.
Flanking the entrance stood more than a dozen burly men, built like tanks and clad in sharp black suits. Their dark sunglasses masked their eyes, but the way they held themselves told a clear story—these were not men to be trifled with. The sheer presence of this lineup sent an unspoken message: only the bold dared step past this threshold.
Even the pavement had been scrubbed spotless, gleaming under the streetlights as if the very ground had been baptized for the occasion.
Chen Xue Wen let out a low whistle.
“Damn,” he muttered to himself. “Now this? This is a show of power.”
Even Fifth Master Hou didn’t roll this deep when he went out to eat.
Riding his worn-down motorcycle, Chen Xue Wen made for a striking contrast against Sun Guo Bin’s extravagant display.
But he didn’t care.
He rolled up to the entrance of Chen’s Grand Hotel at a slow, steady pace, his eyes taking everything in.
Just as he pulled up, one of the burly men stepped forward, waving a dismissive hand. “Move along, move along!”
The moment Chen Xue Wen rolled up to Chen’s Grand Hotel on his motorcycle, the whole entrance was locked down by Sun Guo Bin’s men. One of them, a burly enforcer, took a step forward and barked, “Tonight, our Young Master has booked the entire place. No other business.”
Chen Xue Wen pulled off his cap with a smirk. “Yeah, I know.”
He let his gaze sweep lazily across the crowd before speaking again, voice full of nonchalance. “I’m the guest of honor tonight—Chen Xue Wen.”
The crowd went silent for a beat. Then came the sneers and exchanged glances. Sun Guo Bin had pulled out all the stops for this event, and this guy just waltzed in on a motorcycle?
But Chen Xue Wen wasn’t paying them any mind. He yanked the keys from the ignition and casually tossed them at the enforcer in front of him. “Park it for me.”
His eyes narrowed, lips curling into a half-smile. “And don’t scratch it.”
Without sparing another glance, he sauntered toward the entrance of the hotel. The enforcers stood dumbstruck, thrown off their game by his sheer disregard for the usual pecking order.
As he reached the doorway, he smoothly took off his scarf and hat, dropping them into the hands of a different enforcer without even looking. “Hold these for me.”
Then, like he owned the place, he stepped into the grand hall of the hotel.
The enforcer stared at the hat and scarf in his hands, his face twisting in anger. Was this guy treating him like a damn bellboy?
Just as he was about to erupt, Chen Xue Wen unexpectedly took a step back, stopping right in front of him. The enforcer flinched, caught off guard, his mind racing. What the hell was this notorious bastard up to?
Chen Xue Wen gave him a slow once-over before, without warning, snatching the sunglasses off his face.
“The hell you wearing these for at night?” he scoffed. “You blind or just stupid?”
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the sunglasses aside and swaggered off into the hotel, completely ignoring the man he had just humiliated.
The rest of Sun Guo Bin’s men were left standing there, dumbfounded. They had been planning to put this guy in his place, but somehow, they had ended up being the ones getting pushed around.
A long silence passed before the enforcer who had taken the motorcycle keys finally snapped. “Park his damn bike? Park your mother!” He hurled the keys to the ground, his face dark with rage. “What does he take me for? A valet?!”
“Screw that,” another enforcer growled, pointing at the motorcycle. “Toss it in the street!”
A few of the underlings jumped into action, lifting the motorcycle and dumping it unceremoniously on the side of the road.
Just as they dusted off their hands, a voice rang out from above.
“So that’s how you park my ride?”
Heads snapped up. Chen Xue Wen was leaning out of a second-floor window, staring down at them with an unimpressed expression.
“Alright,” he called out lazily, “we’ll settle this later.”
Then, his voice turned sharp. “That bike? I spent a hundred grand customizing it.” His smirk deepened. “So if it’s scratched, you’re paying up.”
Before they could respond, he disappeared back inside, leaving them all standing there, their expressions shifting between rage and apprehension.
Someone spat on the ground. “This bastard’s got some nerve trying to shake us down.”
“He thinks he can extort us?” another sneered. “Man’s got a death wish.”
But one of them, face grim, muttered, “Chen Xue Wen ain’t just some loudmouth. You all remember what he did to Zhou Jing Hui, right?”
That name alone sent a ripple of unease through the group. Everyone had heard how Zhou Jing Hui had been squeezed dry, humiliated beyond belief.
The enforcer who had originally grabbed the keys felt a chill run down his spine. Chen Xue Wen wasn’t just messing around. He meant to get his money one way or another.
One of the others shifted uncomfortably. “What if he actually walks out of here alive?”
A heavy silence followed.
Finally, the enforcer took a deep breath and jerked his chin toward two of his men. “Go get his bike. Put it back where it was.”
The two men didn’t hesitate. They ran over, retrieved the motorcycle, and carefully set it back in its original spot.
Still uneasy, they even grabbed a clean rag and wiped it down, making sure it was spotless.
Because if there was one thing they all knew for sure, it was that when it came to Chen Xue Wen—nobody wanted to end up on his bad side.
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