Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 200
Chapter 200: Sun Shang Wu of Peaceful City
Chen Xue Wen’s usual ride was a motorcycle. He had a couple of cars, both of which used to belong to Zhou Jing Hui before the man met his end. Once he was gone, Chen Xue Wen had no problem taking them for himself.
Tonight, he finally got his hands on another car.
Sun Guo Bin had said he could borrow it for a few days, but let’s be real—once a set of wheels landed in Chen Xue Wen’s hands, getting it back was a whole different story. A luxury car worth three million? There weren’t many of those in all of Peaceful City. He was already treating it like his personal ride. And knowing Sun Guo Bin’s prideful nature, Chen Xue Wen had plenty of ways to make sure the car stayed right where it was.
From the moment he drove it off, he had no intention of ever giving it back.
After dinner, everyone split into groups, heading back to Electronic Dynasty and the arcades. With the New Year approaching, business was booming. The arcades and Electronic Dynasty were running 24/7, and sometimes the night shift pulled in more cash than the day. Gamblers on the slot machines? They were even more reckless after dark.
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In the northern suburbs of Peaceful City stood a grand estate, imposing and majestic.
The entire place was built with green tiles and blue bricks, carrying an old-world charm that spoke of wealth and tradition. Above the entrance, a plaque bore two powerful characters—Sun Mansion.
This was where Sun Shang Wu lived, the old Sun family residence.
Before Sun Shang Wu made a name for himself, the Sun family had barely survived here, their home nothing but two crumbling clay houses. Their neighbors had bullied them, seeing how few in number the Suns were, even going so far as to seize their land.
Sun Shang Wu’s father had fought back, only to be beaten down by a gang of brothers, one of his legs broken in the scuffle. Half their house was torn down.
At the time, Sun Shang Wu hadn’t said a word. He had swallowed his anger like a poison, waiting.
Then, on the night of New Year’s Eve, when the family responsible was drinking and laughing, he kicked in their door, blade in hand, and cut them down one by one.
The blood ran deep, and the city roared. Sun Shang Wu went inside for five years.
But those five years weren’t wasted. He built a crew, and when he walked out, he was a different man. Step by step, he carved his way to the top of Peaceful City.
The first thing he did when he came back? He gathered up those old neighbors, dragged them out in front of the whole village, and broke their arms and legs. Then he tore down their houses just as they had torn down his.
He didn’t stop there. He claimed their land, as well as a few nearby plots, and built the Sun Mansion on top of it.
But within that grand estate, he left two old clay houses untouched. The ones his parents had lived in.
Every year, he spent a few nights in those houses, a silent reminder of where he came from and what it had cost to get here.
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At 9:30 PM, Sun Guo Bin rolled up to Sun Mansion in a sleek BMW.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, his brows furrowed.
There was a black Maybach parked there, the license plate flashing five fives.
He knew this car. It belonged to Fifth Master Hou.
Why was he here at this hour?
Before he could think too much on it, the house steward approached.
“Young Master, you’re back. The old master wants to see you right away.”
Sun Guo Bin’s stomach clenched. That kind of urgency meant only one thing—he was in for a scolding.
He had failed to handle Chen Xue Wen tonight, and there was no way Sun Shang Wu was going to let that slide.
But then he glanced at the Maybach and smirked. Maybe, just maybe, he could push some of the blame onto Fifth Master Hou.
With that thought in mind, he made his way to the back courtyard.
The two old clay houses stood there, dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb.
Inside, two elderly men sat in silence.
One of them, pipe in hand, was taking slow, deliberate drags. Fifth Master Hou.
The other was a broad-shouldered man, sharpening a sickle with methodical precision.
Square-jawed, short-haired, and weathered by time, he looked like he had been carved from stone itself. There was nothing soft about him, nothing weak. His presence alone was enough to make men hesitate.
This was the king of Peaceful City’s underworld—Sun Shang Wu.
The number one figure in Peaceful City’s underworld—
Neither Fifth Master Hou nor Nie Wei Dong could match his strength. After all, twelve years ago, it took both of them working together to take down a big boss. But Sun Shang Wu? He did it alone. That was the difference.
Sun Guo Bin watched his father sharpening a sickle, a hint of discontent in his eyes.
The old man surrounded himself with these outdated relics. It drove Sun Guo Bin mad. He thought his father was too rigid, too set in his ways, unwilling to change with the times. And don’t even get him started on Fifth Master Hou’s tobacco pipe—that was just laughable.
Didn’t they know? The real bosses smoked cigars these days.
With a dismissive curl of his lips, Sun Guo Bin strode forward. No matter how much disdain he had in his heart, he still greeted them with proper respect.
“Dad. Fifth Uncle.”
Sun Shang Wu said nothing, just kept his head down, working the blade over the whetstone. Fifth Master Hou, on the other hand, let out a chuckle.
“Well, well, Guo Bin, look at you, all grown up.” He smirked. “Back when your old man and I first met, we were just a couple of wild young punks.” He sighed dramatically. “Time shows no mercy. Can’t even pretend we ain’t getting old.”
Sun Guo Bin laughed politely. “Fifth Uncle, don’t joke around like that.”
“Everybody knows you’re still going strong. Hell, you’re out here picking up young women left and right. If you ask me, you’re not old at all—at least, not where it counts.”
His words were sharp, carrying just the right amount of bite. He wasn’t just joking—he was mocking, taking a dig at the old man’s reputation.
The sickle in Sun Shang Wu’s hands stilled. He lifted his gaze, cold and piercing, and his voice dropped low.
“Guo Bin, I hear you’ve been having some trouble with a man named Chen Xue Wen.”
“Your Fifth Uncle tells me he’s a distant relative of his. He came personally to ask me for a favor.”
“If it’s not a big deal, let it go. No need to make things difficult for the man.”
That was when Sun Guo Bin finally understood why Fifth Master Hou was really here. He was staking his claim, making it clear that Chen Xue Wen was under his protection.
This wasn’t just a request. This was a power move.
Hearing those words, Sun Guo Bin felt something twist in his gut. Word must have already spread that he’d failed to deal with Chen Xue Wen. A man of Fifth Master Hou’s caliber wouldn’t have come all this way unless he was sure of it.
And now, right here in front of his father, Fifth Master Hou was putting him in his place.
Sun Guo Bin glanced at him. The old man took a slow drag from his tobacco pipe, pretending he hadn’t said a word.
Sun Guo Bin clenched his teeth, forcing a nod. “No problem.”
“If Fifth Uncle himself is asking, of course, I’ll give him this face.”
Fifth Master Hou laughed, clapping Sun Guo Bin on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit, my good nephew.”
“Well, brother, it’s getting late. I won’t take up more of your time.” He turned back to Sun Shang Wu. “Let’s get together sometime, just us old-timers.”
Sun Shang Wu nodded, his face unreadable. “Whenever you want.”
He personally escorted Fifth Master Hou to the door. But when he returned, his face was dark as thunder.
Sun Guo Bin hesitated before stepping forward. “Dad—”
Before he could finish, a hand cracked across his face.
“Useless fool!”
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