Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Dispose of them.

"I will give you one chance," Xiang Yu said, his voice cold and menacing. "Will you answer me honestly?"

The man nodded frantically, too terrified to speak. "Good," Xiang Yu continued. "Who sent you?"

Xiang Yu hadn’t checked the surveillance camera outside and had no idea that it was Yee Ming who had come for him. The man stammered, "It’s the Madam who sent us."

"What madam?" Xiang Yu asked, his grip tightening.

"So-sorry, I meant Madam Yee of the Die clan," the man stuttered.

Xiang Yu nodded, realizing it was her. A smirk spread across his face, sending chills down the gunman’s spine. He would have preferred Xiang Yu not to smile at all. "Is it about the thing with your clan leader?" Xiang Yu asked.

The man nodded his head frantically. Xiang Yu understood that they didn’t know about the shipping containers yet. He pulled the knife out of the man’s leg, eliciting a scream of pain. Twirling the knife between his fingers, Xiang Yu heard the garage door open. It could only be Old Song. He patted the man’s cheek and said, "Tell them not to mess with me, or I will burn the entire clan to the ground." His voice was menacing, each word dripping with threat.

The man was stunned, unable to comprehend that Xiang Yu would threaten to start a war that could ruin all the triads. Messing with one clan meant messing with all seven heads of the dragon. Xiang Yu walked to the back door and said, "Come on."

The man got up, trembling, and followed him. When Xiang Yu opened the door, he found Old Song with an older lady and a group of cleaning crew. The older lady had short hair and thin brows. Xiang Yu recognized her as the lady he had bought congee from when the twins were at Old Song’s clinic. He was surprised to see her as part of the cleaning crew.

Old Song said, "You two have met already so no need for introductions," as the crew went into the tattoo shop to clean up.

The scared man ran out, and Old Song asked, "How about him?"

"I let him go with a message," Xiang Yu replied.

The man ran out into the street, finding that the cars were gone. From a distance, he could hear the sound of sirens. Limping, he disappeared into the night.

The cleanup crew worked with remarkable efficiency, swiftly removing the blood and bodies of the gunmen from the tattoo shop and loading them into the black van parked outside. The fixed cracks on the walls from the bullets and covered other places with wall paper as a temporary fix. They swept up the shattered glass and meticulously restored the furniture to its original positions. Meanwhile, Xiang Yu sat down, his leg stretched out as Old Song bandaged the wound. Lian, Mei, and Little Bai hovered around him, their faces etched with worry.

Xiang Yu chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "You worry too much," he said, his voice gentle.

The three of them protested in unison, their concern evident. As Old Song tightened the bandage, Xiang Yu grimaced in pain.

"You deserve it for making us worry," Old Song scolded. "You’re always acting tough, but remember, even iron has a weakness."

"Okay, okay, old man, I understand," Xiang Yu replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The older woman appeared at the office door, her expression serious. "The police are on their way," she announced.