Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Are you single.

AN: One Chapter today, I needed a break. I will make up tomorrow. Thank you.

Xiang Yu walked down the stone staircase to the lawn grounds where Han Jing had shot clay pigeons the other day. The bright midmorning sun cast long shadows, highlighting the meticulous arrangement of handguns on the table before him. Each firearm gleamed under the sunlight, a testament to their lethal potential and the precision required to wield them.

The lawn stretched out beyond the table, dotted with target practice setups at varying distances. Each target stood as a silent challenge, waiting to be met with skill and accuracy. Xiang Yu’s cold demeanour was as sharp as the edge of a blade, his presence commanding and intense.

With deliberate calm, Xiang Yu reached for one of the handguns. His movements were fluid, almost mechanical, as he picked up the weapon. He held it in his hand, feeling the weight and balance, his eyes cold and calculating as they scanned the gun from barrel to grip.

He began his inspection with the barrel, peering down its length to ensure it was clear of obstructions. Satisfied, he moved to the slide, pulling it back smoothly to check the chamber. The metallic click echoed in the stillness, a sound that spoke of readiness and lethal potential. He released the slide, letting it snap back into place with a precise, controlled motion.

Next, Xiang Yu ejected the magazine, his fingers deftly counting the rounds before reinserting it with a firm push. He tested the safety, flicking it on and off, each click a testament to his thoroughness. Finally, he checked the sights, aligning them with a distant target, his eyes narrowing as he gauged their accuracy. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the gun, the target, and the space between them.

Han Jia watched Xiang Yu from a few steps away, his eyes following every movement. He had been forced to come to learn by his mother. To him, it was unnecessary because he had people to protect him, so he never needed to hold a gun to protect himself. He just wanted to be a salted fish and party himself to death. But now, as he observed Xiang Yu, he found himself captivated by more than just his expertise. Xiang Yu’s cold, focused demeanour, the precision of his actions, and the silent intensity that surrounded him were undeniably handsome and intriguing.

Xiang Yu, seemingly oblivious to Han Jia’s gaze, completed his inspection and set the handgun down. He turned to Han Jia, his expression unchanged, and said, "Have you seen enough?"

Han Jia, who thought he was being discreet, was startled. He didn’t think he would get caught staring. He walked over, feeling a little nervous. Xiang Yu was younger than him, but he had the same if not worse, cold aura than Han Xin. He was terrified yet dazzled at the same time. He couldn’t help but walk over.

As he approached, the sun cast a warm glow on the scene, contrasting sharply with the cold tension between them. The grass beneath his feet was soft, cushioning his hesitant steps. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing the uncertainty and curiosity that filled him. Xiang Yu’s eyes remained fixed on him, unblinking and intense. "Let’s start," he said his voice cold and distant.

He picked up a handgun, his movements precise and deliberate. "First, let’s go over the basics," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "This is the barrel, where the bullet exits. Always ensure it’s clear before use." He pointed to each part of the gun in turn. "This is the slide, the trigger, the safety, and the magazine release."

Han Jia nodded, but his attention was elsewhere. He found himself mesmerized by Xiang Yu’s long, slender fingers as they moved over the gun, and by his handsome, stoic face. His presence was commanding, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to him.