Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Rescuing the little cuties

Xiang Yu stumbled through the backdoor of the nightclub, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind him. The alley was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a flickering streetlamp at the far end. The stench of garbage and stale alcohol filled the air, and the ground was littered with discarded bottles and crumpled flyers. His head throbbed with a pain so intense it felt like his skull was being split open.

A cat munching on a discarded half eaten pizza slice was startled by his sudden appearance. It hissed and darted away from a dumpster where it had been scavenging. Xiang Yu barely noticed. He leaned against the cool brick wall, closing his eyes for a moment as pain lanced through his temples like shards of glass. It throbbed with every beat of his heart but he couldn’t afford to be worried about that right now.

He was more worried about Lian and Mei. He couldn’t bear another minute without knowing if they were safe. They might be unharmed for now, but they could be starving or suffering. The thought spurred him on, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move.

He reached into his pants pocket, fingers closing around the cool metal of a key fob. He pressed the button, but the rows of cars lining the street remained silent. Frustration bubbled up, and he pressed it again, in another direction this time. A red Mustang across the street blinked its lights in response. Xiang Yu strode over, his steps unsteady but determined, and slid into the driver’s seat.

The Divine Emperor’s voice echoed in his mind, "Have you figured out how to drive," but the aura Xiang Yu was exuding made him retreat. Xiang Yu’s fingers turned the key, and the engine roared to life, a powerful sound that reverberated through the night.

From the original owner’s memories, Xiang Yu knew that the people who had taken Lian and Mei were part of the Die clan, a faction of the Triads notorious for their involvement in weapon smuggling. But beneath their more visible crimes, they trafficked in human lives, dealing in ransom, hostage-taking, and money laundering. They were not to be trifled with, but Xiang Yu was ready to step into the eye of the storm.

He pressed the accelerator, the car speeding down the deserted streets. His gaze was vicious the bloodthirst simmering beneath the surface intensifying. He couldn’t endure the pain of losing Lian and Mei again.

He just couldn’t bear to see them suffer. The Mustang roared through the night, a crimson streak against the dark canvas of the city, as Xiang Yu raced through red lights. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

The red Mustang pulled up to a warehouse in the heart of a deserted industrial park, its headlights casting long shadows beneath a rusting iron gate. The gate creaked open, and an old guard peeked through, his eyes squinting in the dim light. Recognizing the car, he waved his shaky, wrinkled hand and pressed a button, the gate groaning as it swung open.