Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: What a F*** pervert

The tension in the room crackled like dry kindling, an electric anticipation hanging thick in the air. The grand room, adorned with an opulent chandelier, was now shrouded in an oppressive silence. It was a silence so profound that one could almost hear the soft hum of the vintage clock ticking in the corner, each second stretching longer than the last.

Han Xin’s calm defiance echoed in the stillness as he uttered the word "no," a simple syllable that shattered the fragile veneer of family loyalty. Han Jing’s heart raced, the pulse of his fury thrumming in his ears. His lips twitched, a slight tremor of rage rippling across his features, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

Those who had witnessed his temper beforeknew that he was on the verge of exploding. He was like a restrained beast his jaws clenched and muscles coiled tight, ready to unleash chaos on this unfilial son. He regretted not killing this bastard when he killed his mother. It would have been good to get rid of this thorn but who made his legitimate son useless?

Suddenly, with a swift movement that seemed to defy the very laws of gravity, Han Jing thrust his hand beneath the table. The metallic glint of the gun emerged, a sinister harbinger of his fury. He aimed it squarely at Han Xin, who sat unnervingly composed, betraying no fear, no acknowledgement of the imminent threat. To Han Xin, it was as if the weapon was merely a toy, its weight insignificant against the unyielding resolve that anchored him.

"You think I won’t do it, huh?" Han Jing’s voice thundered, each syllable dripping with venom. His declaration hung in the air, heavy and oppressive, echoing against the marble walls. "I should have never given birth to you, you unfilial son."

Han Xin’s lips curled into a sneer, a small act of rebellion that ignited the fire in Han Jing’s chest. "You really shouldn’t have," he retorted, his tone laced with a nonchalance that only fueled Han Jing’s rage.

With a roar that reverberated through the room, Han Jing pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, a deafening crack that shattered the silence, the bullet zipping past Han Xin and embedding itself in the wall behind him. It was a warning, a misguided attempt to scare him. But it didn’t go as planned. Han Xin remained unyielding, his expression unperturbed, as if he were merely watching a play unfold before him.

Fuming, Han Jing’s face contorted in a mask of fury, his face as the Dragon Head completely gone. He was now a joke in front of the other clan leaders.

Clan Leader Qin, a voice of reason amidst the chaos, stepped forward, his demeanour calm yet commanding. "You can’t let your anger blind you," he urged, his voice steady. "Xiang Yu values him so use that to your advantage. He will come for him."

Reluctantly, Han Jing’s rage warred with the logic presented before him. His lips twitched as he battled the rage within, but he knew deep down that Clan Leader Qin’s strategy was sound. After a tense moment, he took a step forward, but the other clan leaders surged to restrain him.

"Let him go," Clan Leader Qin ordered, knowing that Han Jing would not act recklessly. With a fierce resolve, Han Jing strode across the room, the weight of the gun in his grip a reminder of the power he wielded. In one swift motion, he struck Han Xin with the butt of the weapon, the sound of metal against flesh echoing like a war drum.