Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 198
Chapter 198: Driving Off in a Luxury Ride
Sun Guo Bin had decided to let Chen Xue Wen off the hook, and with that decision, his attitude shifted dramatically.
Chen Xue Wen, being no fool, had done his homework on Sun Guo Bin’s temperament. He spoke in a way that smoothed over any rough edges, always aligning his words with Sun’s tone. Playing the role of the respectful junior, he never missed a chance to flatter Sun Guo Bin’s prestigious education. Sun, naturally, soaked up the admiration like fine liquor, feeling as if he had found a kindred spirit. More than once, he dropped hints that he wanted Chen to work for him.
But Chen Xue Wen? He just smiled, shaking his head in polite refusal. The reason was simple: his feud with Lu Jin Po had reached a point of no return. One of them had to die, and until that was settled, there was no way he could pledge loyalty to anyone else.
Sun Guo Bin sighed at the loss. In his eyes, Chen Xue Wen was worth far more than Lu Jin Po. Lu was an enemy—Chen, a talent he wanted to recruit. At least Chen hadn’t outright refused him, only citing his unfinished business as the reason. Sun Guo Bin made a mental note: if Chen managed to take down Lu Jin Po, then no matter what, he’d have to bring this guy into his fold.
The dinner wrapped up on a high note. As they got up to leave, Chen Xue Wen casually remarked, “Senior, you go ahead. I need to wait for someone.”
Sun Guo Bin raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
Chen sighed, rubbing his temples. “When I arrived earlier, one of your guys tossed my motorcycle into the sewer. I gotta wait for a mechanic to come fetch it.”
Sun Guo Bin’s face darkened instantly. His eyes flicked to the group of men stationed at the door. Among them was the very thug who had dumped the bike. The guy paled, already sweating bullets. He had hoped this incident would go unnoticed. Now, it was coming back to haunt him.
Chen Xue Wen had mentioned earlier that his custom ride had cost a solid hundred grand. Was he about to demand full compensation?
The thug stammered, “It was—uh—an accident. But we, uh, already got the bike back! It’s…it’s fine, really…”
Sun Guo Bin shot him a deathly glare and snapped, “I don’t care if it’s fine or not. Have a mechanic check it out.”
Then he turned to Chen Xue Wen. “How about this? I’ll have someone drive you home. The bike? I’ll get my guys to push it to a repair shop.”
Chen Xue Wen sighed dramatically. “I appreciate that, but I’ve got a lot of places to hit tonight. I run multiple businesses, and without a ride, it’s a hassle.”
Then he turned to Sun Guo Bin with an envious look. “Senior, don’t worry about me. I’m used to it. Maybe one day, when I strike it rich, I’ll take after you and get myself a nice set of wheels.”
Sun Guo Bin burst into laughter. “What’s with the formalities? We’re all on the same side!”
He waved a hand grandly. “Forget about that junk bike. Take one of the cars outside. Pick whichever one you like.”
Chen Xue Wen put on a show of reluctance. “Ah, I can’t possibly…”
Sun Guo Bin, ever the man of pride, waved him off. “Come on, you call me ‘Senior,’ don’t you? Then stop playing coy. My guys broke your ride, so it’s only fair I fix the problem.”
He turned to one of his men. “Li Chong, take my junior outside. Let him pick whatever car he fancies.”
He turned back to Chen. “Go on, take your pick. Use it as long as you want. If you get tired of it, bring it back.”
Chen Xue Wen made a show of refusing a few more times before finally, with an ‘embarrassed’ smile, he followed Li Chong downstairs.
Sun Guo Bin stayed at the table, swirling his glass of red wine, a smirk playing on his lips. In his mind, Chen Xue Wen was greedy—ambitious, sure, but easy to control. As long as he kept throwing enough perks at him, he could reel him in, piece by piece.
Just as he was enjoying that thought, Li Chong came rushing back up the stairs, his face pale.
“Young Master Sun…”
He hesitated.
Sun Guo Bin set his wine glass down with deliberate ease. “What is it? Has he picked a car?”
Li Chong swallowed hard before answering, “Yes…he has.”
Sun Guo Bin leaned back, swirling the liquor in his glass, eyes half-lidded with contentment. “So, which one did he pick?”
Li Chong hesitated, his gaze darting toward Sun. He swallowed hard but said nothing.
Sun’s brows knit together. “What’s wrong? Spit it out.”
Li Chong took a deep breath, his voice faltering. “He… he…”
Sun scowled. “What? You stuttering now? Just say it!”
Gritting his teeth, Li Chong finally blurted out, “He took your Seven-Seven!”
Sun was mid-pour, the liquor bottle tipping toward his glass. At those words, his hand jerked, and the bottle slipped from his grip, smashing against the floor.
His eyes snapped wide open, disbelief flashing in them. “You… what did you just say?!”
In an instant, he was on his feet, bolting toward the window. His breath hitched. The Seven-Seven was gone.
“Motherf—!” Sun exploded, fists clenching at his sides.
That wasn’t just any car. His Seven-Seven, his prized possession—a fully imported Mercedes off-road beast, worth over three million. Wherever he rolled, heads turned. And now? Chen Xue Wen had the audacity to drive it off?
“How… how the hell did this happen?” Sun’s voice was a razor’s edge, barely containing his fury.
Li Chong kept his head down, voice small. “When we got downstairs, I pulled out the keys… but not all of them. I kept the Seven-Seven’s key in my pocket, only showing the other four. Figured he’d pick from those.”
Sun’s rage burned hotter. “And?”
“That bastard—he saw what I was doing. Waited till I was fumbling with the keys, then just reached into my pocket and snatched it. Before I even had time to react, he was in the driver’s seat.”
Sun’s palm slammed down on the table. “You dumb f—! Five cars out there, and you hide the key to the best one? Even an idiot could tell what you were doing! You basically told him which car was worth the most!”
Li Chong’s face burned with shame, his head hanging lower.
Sun took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. “And then?”
“And then… he just drove off.”
Sun’s jaw twitched. “And you didn’t stop him?!”
Li Chong shifted uncomfortably. “I… I wanted to, but you told me to let him pick any car he wanted. If I stopped him… wouldn’t that make you look bad, Sun Shao?”
Sun’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. His breath came out ragged, his anger curdling into something bitter. A long silence stretched between them before he finally cursed under his breath, “That greedy son of a bitch.”
Li Chong hesitated. “Sun Shao, maybe I can take another car over tomorrow and switch it back?”
Sun mulled it over, then exhaled sharply. “Forget it.”
Li Chong looked up, surprised.
Sun turned away, rubbing his temples. “If I make a fuss, what will people say? That I’m petty? That Sun Guo Bin can’t even part with one car? No. I won’t let them talk about me like that. Let him have it.”
Li Chong said nothing. He knew Sun’s pride wouldn’t allow for a public confrontation. But the night had started with Sun planning to take Chen Xue Wen’s life. Now, not only was the guy walking out unharmed—he was rolling away in a three-million-dollar Mercedes.
What kind of face did Sun have left after that?
Of course, Li Chong would never say that out loud. He valued his own life far too much.
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