Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Painful reunion

Xiang Yu stared into the eyes of the Dragon Head with a resolute calm, no fear to be found. After facing his father in the real world, there was no one in these realms who could shake him. The Dragon Head moved closer, his steps slow and deliberate, a menacing smile playing on his lips. He nodded subtly to the men behind Xiang Yu, who immediately pressed down on Xiang Yu’s shoulders, forcing him to kneel. Xiang Yu did not resist; his gaze remained fixed on the Dragon Head, his expression stoic and unyielding.

With deliberate and controlled movements, the Dragon Head reached out and took a handgun from one of his henchmen. His fingers traced the cold metal, lingering over the contours as if reacquainting himself with an old friend. A quick flick of his wrist ejected the magazine, which he caught deftly in his other hand. He inspected the bullets inside, each one a harbinger of destruction. Satisfied, he slid the magazine back into the grip, the click echoing ominously in the stillness.

He pulled back the slide, the smooth mechanism almost silent, chambering the first round. His eyes, cold and calculating, peered down the barrel as he meticulously checked for any imperfections. Every detail mattered; precision was everything. Satisfied, he released the slide with a sharp snap, the gun now fully prepared.

He gripped the handle of the gun with a firm, unyielding grasp, his finger curling around the trigger, yet not applying pressure. The cold metal felt like an extension of his own will. He raised the weapon, pressing it against Xiang Yu’s forehead, the barrel digging into the skin, a silent promise of imminent death.

Xiang Yu, however, remained unfazed, his eyes locked onto old Han’s with a calm defiance. Even if his life in this world ended here he didn’t mind but as soon as the world restarted, he would hunt him down whether he was Han Xin’s father or not. He would deliver a slow and excruciating death as revenge.

The Dragon Head saw no fear in Xiang Yu’s eyes, only a steely resolve that puzzled him. Was this boy truly unafraid of death, or did he believe that he wouldn’t pull the trigger? The Dragon Head’s face remained an inscrutable mask, hiding his thoughts. "I gave you a chance to walk away," he said, his voice a low growl. "For years, you lived peacefully. So why come out and provoke me now?"

Xiang Yu did not reply. His expression was one of unrepentant determination as if he would make the same choices again without hesitation. He would still attack the Die clan and reclaim the twins from the shipping container. The Dragon Head found this stubborn resolve fascinating like a wolf cub refusing to back down. "You should have stayed off my radar," he continued, his tone a mix of frustration and admiration. "The triad’s business was no longer your concern."

He knew that Xiang Yu was great asset but he also understood that this troublemaker had to be dealt with. If not, Xiang Yu would only grow, becoming a greater threat. The Dragon Head’s grip tightened, his mind made up. This was a loose end that needed to be cut.

He gently squeezed the trigger, his finger poised to end a life, when a voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Father." He didn’t need to look; only one person would dare to interrupt him. Han Xin was the only one who had the courage to interfere. Han Xin stood by his father’s side, his expression impassive, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere. "He is still useful," Han Xin stated, his voice calm and measured.