Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 199
Chapter 199: If I Borrowed It Fair and Square, Why Should I Return It?
A dimly lit alley outside Chen’s Grand Hotel.
Ding Three crouched in the shadows with a handful of trusted men, nerves wound tight as they waited. These weren’t just any men—these were Chen Xue Wen’s personal enforcers, his last line of defense. If tonight’s meeting went south—if he couldn’t convince Sun Guo Bin, and if Fifth Master Hou refused to lend a hand—then there was only one path left: fight their way out.
Tension thickened the air as their patience wore thin. Then suddenly—a flash of light.
Ding Three snapped his head up. A vehicle was approaching, its headlights slicing through the night. As it rolled into view, its blocky silhouette and imposing front grille came into focus—a Mercedes off-road beast.
Ding Three’s eyes flicked to the license plate. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Five sevens—that’s Sun Guo Bin’s ride!” he whispered.
Li Er Yong, crouched beside him, tensed. “What the hell is Sun Guo Bin doing here?”
Ding Three shook his head. “No clue.”
“But either way—get ready.” His voice dropped lower. “If things go sideways, we take him first.”
The group braced themselves, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
But just as the car came to a halt, the driver’s door swung open—and out stepped a familiar figure.
“Alright, quit hiding. Let’s go grab a late-night snack.”
The voice sent a ripple of confusion through the crew. Then it clicked.
Ding Three blinked. “Wen—Wen Zi?!”
Chen Xue Wen flashed a grin. “What, you don’t recognize me now?”
The men hesitated, then broke cover and rushed toward him, crowding around the car.
“Wen Zi, how the hell did you get out?”
“Did you handle it?” Ding Three asked, still wide-eyed with disbelief.
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “Handled.”
Excited murmurs broke out as the crew pressed for details. Chen Xue Wen gave them a quick rundown of the night’s events. By the time he finished, the alley was ringing with laughter and cheers.
Ding Three, grinning ear to ear, clapped his hands together. “Damn! So let me get this straight—you walked into Sun Shang Wu’s son’s banquet alone, came out untouched, and even drove off in a luxury ride?”
“By morning, this news is gonna be all over Peaceful City.”
He chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. “I don’t think anyone in the city’s gonna have the balls to come after us now.”
Chen Xue Wen exhaled, stretching. “As long as those three big bosses don’t make a move, nobody else will dare.”
Ding Three smirked. “They won’t. They’re on a whole different level—if they personally came down on a young blood like you, they’d be a laughingstock.”
Chen Xue Wen nodded. “Well, whatever happens next, at least we’ve bought ourselves some breathing room. Time to make some real money.”
He clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s go celebrate. Starting tomorrow, it’s all about stacking that cash.”
A chorus of cheers erupted from the crew. Nothing got their blood pumping like the scent of money.
Li Er Yong was the first to jump into the Mercedes, practically buzzing with excitement. “Wen Zi, toss me the keys.”
“This ride is clean. Let me drive.”
Disappointed groans followed—every guy there who could handle a wheel had been itching to test out the three-million-yuan beast. But Li Er Yong was quick.
Chen Xue Wen chuckled as he fished the keys from his pocket. “Wait a sec—didn’t you ride in on a motorbike?”
“What about your bike?”
Wang Zhen Dong perked up at that, eyes gleaming. “Yeah, Er Yong, you gotta take care of your own ride.”
“Tell you what, why don’t I drive the Mercedes, and you take your bike back?”
Li Er Yong didn’t even hesitate. He pulled out his bike keys and shoved them into Wang Zhen Dong’s hands. “It’s yours now, Dong Zi!”
And with that, he slammed the driver’s door shut, locked it, and grinned like a man who’d just won the lottery.
The crew groaned in frustration, but a few sharp ones were already scheming their next move.
Ding Three swung open the passenger door and slid in like he owned the place. “Ain’t ridin’ no damn motorcycle today.”
Chen Xue Wen knew something was up the second Ding made his move. He didn’t hesitate—dove straight into the car like a rat dodgin’ a cat. The rest of the crew caught on quick, scrambling to claim a seat. After all, who wouldn’t want to ride in a three-million-dollar Mercedes?
Somehow, four of ‘em wedged into the back, bodies pressed tight. Xue Wen, who had been the first to get in, found himself squashed between a couple of hefty bruisers. His ass barely touched the seat. Seeing more of them trying to force their way in, he snapped, “The hell you doin’?!”
“Traffic laws, boys! No overloading the ride!”
“Zhen Dong, Er Bing, you two were the last in—out!”
With faces full of regret, Wang Zhen Dong and Er Bing climbed out. Only then did Xue Wen settle in, shut the door, and pat Li Er Yong on the shoulder. “Old Square, street stalls. Let’s go.”
Er Yong slammed his foot down, and the Mercedes roared, taking off like a beast let off its leash.
Left in the dust, Zhen Dong and the others stood watching, jealousy written all over their faces. Just as the car turned a corner, Zhen Dong’s eyes went wide. “What the—Pillar?!”
The crew finally caught sight of them—two heads poking out the rear window, hands waving like they were royalty.
Li Tie Zhu and Tie Dan.
Somehow, these two big oafs had sneaked into the trunk! No one knew how, but damn, they’d made it.
Zhen Dong and the others stared at each other, completely speechless. Of all people to hitch a ride, it had to be the two biggest eaters in the crew.
With no other choice, they climbed onto their bikes and headed back the way they came.
By the time they reached Old Square, Xue Wen and the rest were already lounging at the street-side stalls, beer in hand, plates stacked high with food.
Er Yong was grinning ear to ear. “Three-million-dollar ride—feels different, man! The power, the smoothness—just hits different.”
Zhen Dong eyed the Mercedes beside them with pure envy. “Er Yong, you got your fun. Now let me get my turn.”
Then he turned to Xue Wen. “Brother Wen, lemme borrow the car tomorrow. Just for a day.”
That was all it took for the whole crew to start chiming in, everyone wanting their turn behind the wheel.
Xue Wen felt a headache coming on. He waved them off. “Alright, enough! Quit embarrassing yourselves.”
“The car’s right here. Anytime you wanna drive it, go ahead. What’s the damn rush?”
Then his gaze locked onto Tie Zhu and Tie Dan. “And you two, can you even drive? You got licenses? Yet here you are, acting like you’re about to hit the streets.”
That’s when it hit everyone—the two trunk-surfers were hyped up too, despite the fact that they couldn’t even handle a motorcycle.
Zhen Dong scoffed. “Pillar, Dan, the hell you fighting for? You can’t even ride a bike straight!”
Tie Zhu and Tie Dan just grinned, knowing damn well they were just stirring the pot.
Zhen Dong edged closer to Xue Wen, lowering his voice. “Brother Wen, I called dibs first.”
“Tomorrow—just let me take it for a spin.”
Xue Wen shot him a glare. “What’s the rush?”
“The car ain’t goin’ nowhere. You can drive it whenever.”
Zhen Dong scratched his head awkwardly. “Yeah, but… we borrowed it, right? Who knows when you might have to give it back? If I don’t get my turn now, I might not get one at all.”
The whole crew nodded in agreement. That’s why they were fighting over it.
Xue Wen just sneered. “Give it back?”
Zhen Dong blinked. “Yeah? Ain’t we supposed to return it?”
Xue Wen spat to the side. “Hell no!”
“I got this car fair and square. Why the hell would I give it back?”
The crew fell silent.
Damn. When he put it like that… kinda made sense.
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