Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: "What did you break?"

The black Maybach glided silently through the Han clan estate, its sleek form cutting through the night like a shadow. Garden lights cast a soft glow over meticulously manicured lawns, illuminating the path lined with cherry blossom trees. The estate was like a fortress, guarded by men in black gear, their eyes sharp and hands steady on their weapons.

As the car approached the grand entrance near the fountain, the butler stepped forward, his posture impeccable. "Young master, you have returned," he said with a respectful bow. "The master is waiting for you in his office."

Han Xin nodded curtly, stepping out of the car. The moment he entered the house, the scent of expensive wine and the faint hum of classical music greeted him. His stepmother, Jin Tao, lounged on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. The table before her was cluttered with bottles—some opened, some not, and some empty. She sneered at him, her eyes glassy with intoxication.

"What are you looking at?" she slurred, her voice dripping with disdain.

Han Xin ignored her, his expression cold and unyielding, and headed upstairs. His presence was a stark contrast to the opulence around him, a reminder of his origins.

Han Xin was born from one of his father’s many mistresses, his existence was a secret until Jin Tao’s injury rendered her unable to bear more children. Her own son, a hedonistic youth addicted to substances and the party lifestyle, was deemed unfit to inherit the family legacy, thrusting Han Xin into the spotlight.

He knocked on the heavy wooden door of the home office and stepped inside. The room was vast, lined with bookshelves, rare paintings and adorned with antique furniture. His father stood by the window, a cigar in hand, the smoke curling lazily towards the ceiling. Han Xin approached, standing silently by his side.

Through the window, he saw a group of Die clan foot soldiers kneeling by the pool, their heads bowed in submission while one of them was being beaten to a pulp by one of his father’s elite bodyguards. His face remained impassive as he greeted his father. "Father."

His father exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze never leaving the scene outside. "Did you find the man who did this?"

"I am currently working on it," Han Xin replied, his tone devoid of warmth or familiarity.

"When you find him, bring me his head," his father commanded, his voice as cold as the night air.

Han Xin hesitated for a moment. "Yes, father... What about the head of the Die clan?"

"I will handle that. He is drawing too much attention to us with his actions. He must be punished."

The conversation shifted to business matters, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. After a while, Han Xin turned to leave, but his father stopped him. "Stay for the night."

Han Xin’s jaw tightened. He despised staying in the Han family home. Calling it home was an overstatement. It was a place filled with memories of rejection and resentment. Each time he had to endure verbal abuse from Jin Tao and his old man never said anything. But he had no choice. With a reluctant nod, he exited the office.

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The red Mustang roared through the quiet streets, its engine a low growl that echoed off the buildings. Xiang Yu gripped the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The twins sat in the back, their chatter a distant hum in his ears. He had driven to the warehouse early morning and swapped cars before going to the only open store to buy some things for Lian and Mei.

Xiang Yu pulled into the garage, the car coming to a smooth stop. The Jade House was the original owner’s tattoo parlour. It occupied the first two floors, while the third and fourth floors were his home. He stepped out of the car, the cool air of the garage a stark contrast to the warmth of the morning sun. The twins followed behind him seeming even more bubbly than last night.