Chapter 54: The Donkey’s Last Trick?
Chen Xue Wen and his crew left the arcade and headed straight home.
Upon arrival, Li Tie Zhu was inside, fixing up the roof. Lai Hou glanced up and was surprised. “Brother Wen, why are you spreading lime on the roof again? Planning another ambush tonight?”
Chen Xue Wen’s expression was serious. “Snake is ruthless and holds grudges. We stabbed Little Ke today—there’s no way he’ll let this slide. He’s definitely sending people to ambush us tonight. We have to be prepared.”
Lai Hou laughed, rubbing his hands together. “Haha, Brother Wen, you’re always thinking ahead! With this trap, even if Snake himself shows up, he’ll be in for a world of pain!”
Chen Xue Wen simply smirked, saying nothing.
On the way back, they had already bought some food. After quickly finishing their meal, Chen Xue Wen took out several weapons and distributed them among his men. Then, he went into the inner room and pulled out a few raincoats, handing them to Lai Hou, Wang Zhen Dong, and Li Tie Zhu.
“Put these on.”
Lai Hou took the raincoat with confusion. “Why are we wearing these? Are we going out later?” He peeked outside and frowned. “It’s not raining. The sky’s full of stars. Doesn’t look like it’s going to rain either.”
Chen Xue Wen shot him a glance. “Stop asking. Just wear it.”
Lai Hou shrugged and obediently put it on. The raincoat covered their entire bodies, even their faces, with a transparent plastic shield.
Chen Xue Wen nodded approvingly. “Er Yong picked good raincoats. They’ll do.”
Lai Hou was still puzzled. “Brother Wen, what’s the deal with these raincoats?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “You’ll find out soon enough. Just keep them on, even when you sleep. No exceptions.”
Checking the time, he lowered his voice. “We’ll take shifts tonight. Two at a time, rotating, so we don’t get caught off guard.”
Wang Zhen Dong hesitated. “Brother Wen, is it really that serious?”
Chen Xue Wen gave him a sharp look. “Dong, if you want to roll with me, you’d better be ready to fight anytime. If you’re not up for it, go back to waiting tables at the restaurant.”
Wang Zhen Dong inhaled deeply. “I get it, Brother Wen. I won’t let you down.”
Satisfied, Chen Xue Wen nodded, then secured his Bone Cutting Knife tightly to his hand with a cloth strip. After assigning watch shifts, they hid inside, waiting in absolute silence.
As the hours crawled by, at around eleven o’clock, a group of over ten men appeared at the alley’s entrance. Leading them was Feng Leopard.
He scanned the alley and whispered, “What’s the situation inside?”
A lackey who had been keeping watch replied, “Four people inside. The lights went out two hours ago. They’re probably asleep.”
Feng Leopard frowned. “Damn it. Who in this life sleeps that early? He’s obviously got a trap set up.”
He turned to his crew. “Everyone ready?”
The gang behind him nodded and took out their sunglasses. “Brother Leopard, we’re all set!”
Feng Leopard smirked as he pulled out his own pair. “That bastard Chen Xue Wen probably thinks he’s smart, but thanks to Zhou Jing Hui’s tip-off, we know exactly what he’s up to. If we had charged in blind, we would’ve ended up like Old Black’s crew—crippled.”
The lackeys nodded in agreement. Earlier that day, Zhou Jing Hui had gone to Snake and spilled everything about Old Black’s misfortune.
Snake had been stunned. He had underestimated Chen Xue Wen, assuming he was just a nobody who could be easily crushed. But upon hearing Zhou Jing Hui’s account, he realized how wrong he was.
Immediately, Snake called in Feng Leopard and briefed him. Feng Leopard, equally shocked, wasted no time investigating Chen Xue Wen’s movements. The discovery that Li Tie Zhu had purchased a large amount of lime confirmed their suspicions—Chen Xue Wen was planning to pull the same trick he had used against Old Black.
Prepared for this, Feng Leopard had his men buy sunglasses.
He adjusted his glasses and sneered. “Chen Xue Wen, you’re clever, but tonight, you’re dead meat! No mercy! Cut them down!”
His crew, filled with excitement, roared in agreement. Then, weapons drawn, they stormed towards Chen Xue Wen’s house.
Outside the house, they crouched by the door, listening. Silence.
Feng Leopard hesitated. Could they really be asleep?
He motioned for a lackey, who skillfully picked the lock within seconds.
Feng Leopard kicked the door open, and the gang rushed inside. The moonlight barely illuminated the dim room, casting shadows across the floor.
They charged into the bedroom—only to find the beds empty.
“What the hell? Where are they?!” Feng Leopard growled.
Just then, a faint rustling sound came from above.
His head snapped up—
Chen Xue Wen was perched on the doorway, hands braced against the walls, feet hooked onto the frame.
“Chen Xue Wen?!”
Before Feng Leopard could react, Chen Xue Wen yanked down a tarpaulin draped over the ceiling.
A cloud of lime powder exploded into the air, turning the room into a white mist.
Feng Leopard burst into laughter. “Chen Xue Wen, is this your last trick? You think this will work again?!”
“Didn’t you notice we’re all wearing sunglasses?”
His men laughed mockingly. The lime barely affected them.
Chen Xue Wen said nothing. Instead, he sprinted to the wall and slashed through a water pipe with a single stroke of his Bone Cutting Knife.
With a sharp hiss, ice-cold water sprayed into the room.
The two men closest were drenched instantly.
It was the dead of winter—water this cold felt like knives cutting through their skin. They shivered violently, howling in shock.
But the real disaster came next.
The water mixed with the lime, turning into a blinding, burning paste that dripped down their faces, seeping into their eyes.
“Aaaagh! My eyes!” They clawed at their faces, but rubbing only made it worse. Screams filled the room.
Meanwhile, Chen Xue Wen had already sliced open multiple water pipes around the house.
Lai Hou, Wang Zhen Dong, and Li Tie Zhu leaped out from hiding, dumping buckets of water onto their enemies.
Within seconds, the room became a chaotic, makeshift rainstorm. Everyone was soaked to the bone.
Everyone except for Chen Xue Wen’s crew—protected by their raincoats.
Feng Leopard’s men stumbled around, clutching their eyes, blinded and disoriented.
Chen Xue Wen tightened his grip on the Bone Cutting Knife.
“Get them.”
He lunged into the fray, cutting through their ranks like a storm.
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