Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Does it hurt.

Xiang Yu, oblivious to the tempest brewing within Han Jia, dragged him roughly toward the conference room. He levelled the gun at Han Jia’s temple, the cold metal pressing against his skin, an unspoken threat that sent shivers down his spine. Han Jia trembled, turning his head away, the terror palpable in his body language. Would Xiang Yu truly pull the trigger?

With a smug smile, Xiang Yu turned to the butler, his voice dripping with menace. "Where is he?"

The butler, recalling the earlier threats, was paralysed by fear, his composure shattered. He pointed a trembling finger down the long passageway, hoping against hope that of he complied it would ensure his survival. "At the end of the hall," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Xiang Yu’s eyes narrowed, and with a commanding tone, he ordered, "Lead the way." The butler’s legs quaked beneath him, but the instinct for self-preservation propelled him forward, each step dragging him deeper into the lion’s den.

As they moved, bodyguards emerged from the dust, guns drawn, but halted in their tracks at the sight of Han Jia held hostage. Fear gripped their hearts. Xiang Yu’s sneer was a flash of predatory delight as he entered the conference room.

A mix of older men filled the room. Some were seated, exuding an air of calm, while others were embroiled in heated arguments over security measures. They were seasoned in the ways of violence, their lives steeped in gunfights and bloodshed. But the moment they laid eyes on Xiang Yu, an oppressive aura enveloped the room, stealing their breath.

The air grew thick with intimidation, yet beneath their hardened exteriors, they simmered with defiance. They would never accept Xiang Yu’s dominance.

With a swift, practised motion, tossed Han Jia over the table. The younger man’s scream pierced the air, raw and filled with terror, as he slid across the polished surface, the sound of his body skidding against the leather tablecloth echoing through the silence. Panic surged in Han Jing’s chest as he yelled, "Han Jia!" He hadn’t anticipated that his precious son would be caught in the crosshairs of Xiang Yu’s wrath.

With a heart pounding against his ribcage, Han Jia raised his head, his eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears, searching desperately for his father. "Dad!" he cried, scrambling on all fours like a desperate child trying to escape a nightmare, his heart racing as he fought against the urge to break down.

Seeing that Xiang Yu had stupidly let go of his only leverage, Clan Leader Di who was still harbouring a long-standing grudge against Xiang Yu took the opportunity. He reached for his gun, movements swift and lethal. Yet, Xiang Yu was quicker. The crack of gunfire rang out, a violent punctuation in the tense atmosphere. Clan Leader Die’s lifeless body leaned back in his chair, his eyes wide with disbelief, as blood pooled and dripped onto the carpet, staining the elegant fibres a dark crimson.