Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 195
Chapter 195: Sun Guo Bin
The private room on the second floor of Chen’s Grand Hotel.
Chen Xue Wen had already taken in most of the scene before he even reached the top of the stairs.
Every room along the corridor had its doors wide open, and inside sat men—lots of them. The moment they spotted him, their heads turned in unison, their eyes gleaming with menace. No doubt about it—Sun Guo Bin’s crew.
A rough estimate told Chen Xue Wen that he’d passed seventy to eighty men just on his way up. And that was only what was visible. There had to be more lurking in the shadows.
Which meant Sun Guo Bin had brought over a hundred men tonight.
[The young master sure knows how to make an entrance.]
Unfazed, Chen Xue Wen strolled toward the innermost private room at an unhurried pace, ignoring the glares and silent threats surrounding him.
The door to the room was also left open, giving him a clear view of the three men inside.
Sitting at the head of the table was a man dressed in designer clothes, a luxury watch gleaming on his wrist, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
A picture-perfect successful businessman.
But Chen Xue Wen had seen his photo before. He knew exactly who this was—Sun Guo Bin.
Sun Guo Bin was all flash, no substance. He had barely scraped through university in Peaceful Capital City, spent most of his time skipping classes and messing around with girls. His grades were so bad he almost didn’t graduate—until his old man, Sun Shang Wu, pulled some strings and made it happen.
That little stunt gave him a taste for easy success. Next thing you know, he’s buying himself a master’s degree, coming back to town with a piece of paper that made people call him a scholar. He soaked it up, convinced himself he was an intellectual, way above his father and his father’s crew of roughnecks.
After all, Sun Shang Wu, Fifth Master Hou, and Nie Wei Dong combined couldn’t even produce a middle school diploma.
Especially Fifth Master Hou—always with that damn tobacco pipe. To Sun Guo Bin, that was the ultimate sign of a backwater country bumpkin.
So he played the part. Gold-rimmed glasses, fancy talk, posturing like a real entrepreneur. And he enjoyed it. Loved it.
The two men sitting beside him? Chen Xue Wen recognized them too.
They were Lu Jin Po’s boys.
Back in Three Rivers County, they had posed as Quan Ding Kun’s bodyguards and nearly got Little Yang caught up in a bad scene. Later, when Chen Xue Wen ordered Quan Ding Kun to beat up Lu Jin Po’s lackeys, these two had fought their way out and disappeared.
Then, Chen Xue Wen turned the tables.
He had Little Yang and his crew disguise themselves as these two, take out Quan Ding Kun, and pin the whole thing on them.
Right now, the law enforcement squad in Three Rivers County was still hunting for them.
And yet, here they were, hiding in Peaceful City, sitting at Sun Guo Bin’s table.
[Well, that settles it.]
Tonight’s setup was obvious.
Chen Xue Wen did a quick mental tally, then smiled as he approached the doorway.
Before he could step in, a burly thug at the entrance thrust out a hand, blocking his way.
“Hold up—frisk him.”
The man’s voice was cold, sharp.
Chen Xue Wen simply chuckled, raising both hands casually.
“Come on, Sun Xue Zhang. You really need to switch up your security.”
“I mean, look at this—over a hundred guys, and I came alone. And they still gotta pat me down?”
“With this many useless meatheads, how the hell are they supposed to protect your golden ass?”
The thug had been ready to pat him down, but as soon as Chen Xue Wen spoke, his face darkened like a storm cloud. For a moment, he just stood there, unsure of what to do.
Inside the room, Sun Guo Bin furrowed his brows.
His gaze snapped toward his men, irritation flaring in his eyes. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he barked, “Useless fools!”
“You lot just embarrassed me in front of everyone!”
“Let him in!”
The underlings looked at each other awkwardly, heads hanging low as they stepped aside to let Chen Xue Wen into the private lounge.
Chen Xue Wen sauntered over with an easy grin, his voice dripping with amusement. “Sun Xue Zhang, now that’s a man who knows how to handle business.”
“Everyone else gets nervous around me. Even Snake himself wouldn’t let me through without a pat-down.”
“But you? You’re the only one bold enough to sit this close to me. I respect that!”
Sun Guo Bin scoffed, unimpressed. “Snake? That little punk? He’s nothing. You think he can measure up to me?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Sure, sure, but that punk calls himself fearless. Yet even he hesitated before making a move on me.”
“And let’s be honest, Sun Xue Zhang, your status? His status? You’re worlds apart.”
“The fact that you’re treating me with this level of respect? That’s something no ordinary man can do.”
Flattery—always a reliable tool.
Sun Guo Bin’s expression softened just a bit, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
He took a moment to give Chen Xue Wen a once-over, then smirked. “You keep calling me Xue Zhang. What’s your angle, huh?”
“Trying to cozy up to me?”
Chen Xue Wen spread his hands in mock innocence. “Sun Xue Zhang, come on now. No games here, just the truth.”
“You went to Peaceful Capital University, right?”
Sun Guo Bin nodded. “Yeah, so what?”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. “Then you might not know—this summer, I got into the same university. Just like you.”
“If it weren’t for the mess my family’s in, I’d probably be there right now, sitting in class, just like you did.”
“So really, calling you Xue Zhang? That’s only proper.”
His words were carefully crafted. He had deliberately mentioned Sun Guo Bin’s university admission, knowing full well it had been bought with money under the guise of a ‘special talent recruit.’ Of course, Sun Guo Bin would never admit that. To the world, he was a self-made intellectual.
By stating that he, too, had gotten into Peaceful Capital University, Chen Xue Wen struck right at Sun Guo Bin’s pride.
Sure enough, Sun Guo Bin’s lips curled into a smirk. “Well, well, that makes you my Xue Di, huh?”
Chen Xue Wen nodded, his smile growing. Just as he was about to continue, a man sitting at the table suddenly shot up.
Before anyone could react, the man lunged forward, grabbing Chen Xue Wen’s arm and twisting it into a lock. His voice was sharp, brimming with anger. “Young Master Sun, why waste time talking to him?”
“Since the bastard had the guts to come here, let’s just off him now and hand his corpse over to Lord Gold!”
Another thug wasted no time. A flash of silver—a dagger appeared in his hand, aimed straight at Chen Xue Wen’s heart.
With his arms restrained, Chen Xue Wen had no way to move. He could only watch as the blade streaked toward his chest.
For the first time, his smile faltered.
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